#respond but i do read them and i always enjoy them greatly i never got one i didn't agree with

[queermasculine]

obsessedddd with crash 1996 butch4butch

so true vaughan's the balding testobutch from my earlier post & james straight up just looks like every normie cis lez ever it was meant to be

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

Hello, may I request a #15 with Sergei Kravinoff from the prompts?

Thank you.

You got it hon. I hope this hits the spot for you. ★

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Sergei Kravinoff x Submissive!F!Reader

◢ Genre: Prompt Request — Suitable For Adults Only. Minors will be blocked.

◢ Warnings: 18+ only, please. AFAB Reader. PWP (maybe slight plotting, mostly smut). Angst. The reader is referred to as a property of sorts. Submissive reader. Reader being defiant. Being dominated by Sergei. Manhandling of the reader. Sexual Choking (don't try unless you know what you are doing). Ripping clothes off reader. P-in-V. Dirty Talk. Orgasm denial. Internal ejaculation.

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"I'm not your property." You spit at him, an anger in your voice that continued the argument that was already going on. Sergei turns to look at you. There was confusion on his face. His brow furrows heavily. The tension in his shoulders spreads through his body. He lets out a heavy breath, and you can see the way his muscles move heavily with movements. The Russian was taken aback by your words.

"Since when?" He growls at you. "Since I say so. I'm in charge of me. Not you."

Sergei blinks, his head tilting slightly. He was trying to process your words, and they weren't sinking in. Since the start of your relationship with him, it had been clear where your place was with him. He was in charge. He says jump and you are supposed to say 'yes sir, how high'. But today, he might have struck a nerve with you that sent you into this state. Maybe you just needed a good reminder of how this relationship with him worked. Reaching up, Sergei runs his fingers over his lips, thinking.

"You have one chance to correct yourself." He says.

Those were words you had never heard out of his mouth. But your arms crossed in defiance. You stand your ground, putting your foot down on the matter. He could read the brat in your body language. It would be a lie to say that a part of him wasn't turned on by it. You were normally such a good girl, and here you were with your big girl panties on thinking that you could call the shots simply because you were frustrated with him. Angry even. Eventually, he might realize that he was an asshole, but right now the only thing he could focus on was putting you back into your place. To hear you moaning and pining for him like the simple creature you are.

It's a matter of seconds and his left hand is around your throat. He catches you off guard and you reach up, grabbing at his arm. Your eyes go wide, but you don't feel unsafe. You have never felt unsafe with the man, and truthfully he'd never hurt you. Not in a way you didn't enjoy, anyway. You can feel his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. He's limiting the blood flow, causing you to feel a weirdly euphoric feeling. You tense and relax at the same time. His eyes meet yours with an intense stare and before you have the chance to respond, Sergei is gripping your shirt with his free hand. You hear the sound of ripping fabric from your body. He shreds it with ease, removing it from your body, and exposing your upper half.

A slight smirk comes to his face. You can see the corner of his mouth twitch slightly at the sight of you like this. He likes it, feeling the authority over you coursing through his veins like a slight adrenaline high. He backs you up against the wall, his hand pinning you by your neck to it. His free hand goes to your panties, ripping the sides of them and removing them from you. You feel as thin fabric slides down the inside of your legs and to the floor at your feet. For that brief moment, you both stare at each other.

It wasn't the first time you had been manhandled by the brute, but it was the first time in this situation. You feel your mind slipping into a state of submission, realizing that he was about to correct the poor choice of words that came from you. The hand against your throat loosens slightly before it tightens again. His free hand moves to his black pants, freeing himself from it. Sergei's hard, already at attention, and aching to remind you exactly where you belong. You can feel your mouth water in anticipation and you're already becoming slick between your legs. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. The emotions went from angry and frustrated to, utter desire to feel that correction. All it took was the simple actions of a hand around your throat and that piercing gaze to lock with yours.

His movements are quick as you feel the hand go from your throat to your hips. He lifts you up with ease, positioning you quickly so that he can thrust himself up into you. You feel a wave of heat wash over your body as your skin becomes sensitive. He fills you quickly, bringing your hips to his as his entire length presses into you. He slams you against the wall slightly, growling as he feels the way your body flexes around him. You let out a moan that causes Sergei to growl against the crook of your neck. This wasn't about you, but he still wanted to hear those moans. They fueled him to start pumping into with an aggressive nature.

Your hands go to brace themselves, but you feel like you don't know where to put them. They grip his arms, his shoulders. You try and hold on as he starts to pump away. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room. You can't contain the noises coming from your lips as you start to moan louder, and louder with each almost slightly painful thrust between your legs. He was using your hole for his own pleasure, making sure you were aware that it was his. Your body is his. Your mind is his. He was going to do with it as he pleased. You weren't going to stand there and tell him that you weren't his. You brought out that deeply primal dom in his body, he was making sure you felt it and knew it.

The louder you became, the harder he started to thrust. You could feel the base of him meeting at your swollen cunt, that tease of sensation that caused your body to tremble in his strong grip. He noticed it, growling at you slightly. His fingertips pressed into your thighs and lower ass with every intention of leaving little painful bruises for you to remember later.

"Don't you dare cum." He growled into your ear. "You haven't earned that." He added.

"But..." You went to plead with him as your tone whimpers for him. Were you even going to be able to stop yourself from doing that? He growled again, pressing you against the wall a little more. His head shakes with a no.

"Whose hole is that?" He asks deeply, groaning slightly. "Y-yours!" You cry out, feeling a hard thrust up into you. "Say it again." He snaps at you. "It's yours! My hole is yours!" You say, your fingers pressing into his skin as you continue to try and brace yourself.

He growls again, moaning at the end of it, almost as if he was approving of what was said without having to say it. He adjusts himself slightly, moving your weight so that he can stop thrusting. He moves your body for you, bouncing you along his length with such ease, his hand bracing you with your thighs a little more. He was using you, every bit of you for his own satisfaction. You could feel the tension in his shoulders and arms. You can tell there were bruises already starting to form from his fingers.

You do your best to hold off a finish, feeling as sweet spots were hit. Your body can't help but tremble, which adds fuel to his fire. He bounces you faster, harder, using how he moved your body to milk himself into you. Being with him long enough made it easy to read his body language, and he was starting to reach that finish with a goal in mind. You wanted so badly to finish with him, to finish at all, but the idea of him telling you that you weren't allowed sent a need through your mind. Let him use you, let him get that point across and maybe, just maybe you can earn a finish later.

Sergei's growling and moaning become more intense, becoming more frequent as he feels that building pressure. He wasn't holding back. That wasn't the point of any of this. He was going to be clear about where you stood in this relationship with him. He felt that heavy twitch in his cock, and his fingers press even harder into your skin as he braces you against the wall once more and buries himself deeply in between your legs. Your fingers press into his skin, nails digging into him as you fight off the urge to finish with him. You can feel his seed start to fill you, the warmth of it seeping out between the flesh that met his. He pressed as deeply as he could, twitching heavily as he made sure you took every last drop of him.

A hand moves back to your neck as he pulls from you. There is a mess between your legs, you can feel it. He lowers you back to your feet, the hand moving to grip your jaw and he forces you to look deeply into his eyes. At first, there is silence. You both stare at each other as he observes the way you are going to react to him, to all of this. There is no negative reaction, maybe a slight look of shock, but you can feel this deeper connection with him. That frustrated brat mode had faded away, and you're putty in his hands.

"You're mine." He says, making sure that the words are loud and clear. "You're mine in every sense of the term. Don't think I am done correcting you. I'm not."

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Stronger Than A Storm (Tyler Owens X Reader)

There's one hell of a tornado outbreak speeding across Oklahoma, making a path straight for the two of you. You take matters into your own hands and try to do what you can to stop the devastating weather before it can hurt someone else

(WARNINGS) - Storm chasing - Descriptions of tornadoes - Climate change mentioned

This is a two-part project for school so if you read this one please go read the other one titled The World Ender! If you do enjoy this piece if you could please leave your thoughts in the comments and answer the following question of “Do you feel inspired to promote a healthier environment and/or community?” I would greatly appreciate it! It would help with my project so much if you could! Either way, thank you for reading!

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Another severe storm outbreak was flourishing across the Midwest, catching the attention of Tyler and his Wrangler crew. Currently, you were at a bar in some small town in between stops, a glass of something cold in your hand and your eyes glued to the weather station broadcasting on the TV overhead. Tyler was sitting on the barstool next to you, his arm slung around your waist as he cozied up to your side, his eyes also fixated on the screen. It was a cheap setup, the local news showing off a fuzzy radar on a green screen with an overly provocatively dressed woman standing in front.

“They’re gettin’ closer and closer together by the day. What’s up with this year’s season?” Tyler asked out loud. He spoke softly, his head right next to your ear, but you weren’t sure if he was directly asking you or just talking to himself.

“It’s the heat. There’s record-breaking highs in some places of Oklahoma, it’s too much for the atmosphere to handle. Too much moisture, too much instability, and we’re left with an outbreak the likes of which we’ve never seen before.” You explained to him. Of course, he already knew that extra heat in the atmosphere was bad for tornado season, his meteorology degree was good for the scientific aspect at least, but you doubted he had even noticed the rising temperatures. Plus geeking out about weather with him was always fun, you liked to watch his eyes light up with excitement when you were able to bounce ideas, facts, and theories off of one another.

“Think there’s anything we can do about it?” He countered, craning his head to shift his eyes from the TV to you. He placed his other arm on the counter of the bar, using it to prop his head up in his hand.

You sighed before responding. “Besides already using the YouTube channel to educate people about the warning signs? I don’t know. We can’t exactly force the atmosphere to magically be more stable. And we also can’t reverse the temperature, as much as I wish we could. Your southern summers are brutal.” You smirked, teasing his homeland.

He faked a dramatic gasp, pretending to be offended but the smile stuck on his face giving his true reaction away. “Oh you take that back, it’s not that bad. You should try out Arkansas heat for a change, now that’s brutal.”

“Think I’ll stick to Oklahoma if it’s all the same to you, we’ve got better storms anyhow.”

He nodded in your direction, agreeing. “Hm, that you do.” He finished off his beer, keeping half of his attention on the still broadcasting weather station on the tv, the other half was focused on you. Unbeknownst to him you were deep in thought, an idea train ran through your head and you were determined to keep it on track until you could imagine a solution.

Unfortunately, you had so many ideas that it turned out to be difficult to implement all of them.

At one moment you and Tyler had been traveling between chase zones, making a pit stop at a gas station in the middle of nowhere to refuel both the truck and your stomaches. You stood outside of the truck, leaning against her red metal and breathing in the fresh air as Tyler worked on filling her up.

“Shouldn't you use the 88?” You asked as he picked up the nozzle and tapped the button for the ‘87’ fuel.

“Since when do you care about gas types?” He questioned, although he stopped to hear your answer before sticking the nozzle in the truck.

“Since recently. But seriously, can we use the 88 this time? I’ve heard it’s better for the environment, plus it helps out local corn farmers.” You explained.

He shrugged his shoulders and restarted the transaction, tapping the ‘88’ button this time instead. “Whatever you say, baby, you’re the brains of this operation.”

At another moment the two of you and the rest of the chasing crew were huddled around a campfire outside of a motel, relishing the cool night air and each other's company before starting another chasing day. You were sitting next to Tyler, his arm slung over you and your head resting on his shoulder, not more than a few centimeters apart. Stories and beers were both being passed around aplenty, until the latter led to too much of the former and Tyler called it a night before someone could get embarrassed or hung over. Everyone dispersed slowly back to their rooms, leaving the fire to dwindle and burn out on its own. You and Tyler were the last to leave, making sure everyone made it inside safe and secure. But when he turned around to collect you for the night to head back to your own room together he couldn’t find you. It took him a minute to find your shadowy form out by the smoldering fire, stooped down low to the ground.

“You feelin’ alright, sweetheart? Did you have one too many?” He walked towards you, assuming you were hunched over sick from too much alcohol. But as he got closer he could see that you weren’t throwing up at all. In fact, you were scrounging around the floor of the abandoned campfire site, picking up any leftover cans and trash you could find. You saw Tyler out of the corner of your eye just as you used the remnants of a half-drunk water bottle to douse out the last embers of the fire.

“I’ll be done in a minute, Ty.” You told him, juggling the trash in your arms as you double made sure the ash wasn’t smoldering by stomping it with your boot. Once you were satisfied you began to walk around the motel, but Tyler stopped you before you could by gently grabbing your shoulder.

You looked up at him and he could see the determination set in your eyes, despite the way your pupils were blown from all the alcohol you had downed earlier. His decision was made for him right then and there. He grabbed some of the various cans, bottles, and trash from your arms, lessening the load you were carrying. You looked at him confused for a moment, but he just nodded his head in the direction you had been heading before he interrupted you, silently telling you to continue. So you did, making your way to the recycling bin out behind the motel, Tyler right behind your heels. You dumped your collection into the open chute and he did the same right after you, dusting his hands off on his jeans.

Once he saw a small smile on your face he knew your task had been completed satisfactorily. So he slinked his arm around your waist and you let him guide you back towards the room the two of you had rented for the night.

About halfway back to the room he finally asked the question that was burning in his mind. “So what was all of that about?”

“Recycling.” You answered, leaning against his side as you walked. Your words were a little slurred and your steps were a little staggered. Tyler couldn't help but smile.

“Recycling?”

“Yes, recycling. Ever heard of it?”

Your remark made him chuckle. “Yes, baby, I’ve heard of it. But why are you suddenly so interested in it?”

You were silent for a moment. Whether you couldn’t come up with an answer based on your alcohol intake or based on the fact that you really didn’t have one he couldn’t tell. “I just am.”

By the time the two of you made it to your motel room, you were half asleep in his arms, your eyes fluttering open and closed constantly. He didn’t pry for more information and instead guided you to your bed, making you sit down so he could pull off your boots for you and then tuck your blankets in around you once you had laid down. He climbed in next to you and kissed you gently on your nose, but by the time he placed his lips on your skin, you were already knocked out.

A few days later your efforts had paid off.

A straight scorcher brought on by the devil himself, most thermometers around the state weren’t even capable of reading the temperature outside. The heat was oppressive and the air felt like a layer of jello, suffocating the life out of everyone and everything. Midday temps were forecasted to reach a high of 110; enough fuel to whip any storm into a monster.

You watched the radar light up with a swath of colors all over Oklahoma from the passenger seat of Tyler’s truck, your brow furrowing in worry as you set the forecast forward and watched as the blobs of color continued to get bigger and darker as time passed.

He leaned over from his driver’s side of the truck to glance at the tablet in your hands. “There’s too many to hit all of 'em today, which one looks the most promising, weather girl?” He asked, playfully teasing you.

You paid his comment no mind as you eyed the cells nearby on the screen. “This one. She’s got a good structure, hook formation, and she’s headed right towards the heat. Nothin’ll slow her down for a good long while. Looks like you’ve got a chase on your hands, Mr. Wrangler.” You quipped back.

He settled back into his seat, turning the ignition on, a grin stuck on his face. “Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that.”

“I know, that’s why I do it.” You smirked, pulling your phone out to call the rest of the crew and let them know about the chase as Tyler took off down the road. Excitement bubbled up inside the two of you at the prospect of another chase, the atmosphere turning giddy within the truck as you watched the rest of the crew pull up behind you in their vehicles.

Tyler was flying down the dirt road, the other two trucks not far behind him. You watched as the wind started to pick up, flattening the corn and wheat fields nearly to the ground. Tyler’s hands were white knuckling the wheel, keeping her steady, but there was a smile stuck on his face the whole time.

“Where’s she gonna drop, baby?” He asked, peering up through the windshield at the clustering black clouds ahead. It was a half-rhetorical question, he had just as much schooling as you did when it came to meteorology, but it was as if he trusted your gut instinct more than he trusted his own. You did the same as him, leaning forward in your seat to stare up at the sky. It was as if someone had smeared black paint across the sky, there was almost no white and blue left as far as the eye could see. But one particular dark spot caught your attention, it was a different shade of black, almost purple, and the wind was visibly swirling the mass of clouds like a mixer.

“There! Near 3 o’clock from us! Do you see it?!”

“I see it sweetheart, hold on!” You leaned back just as Tyler whipped the truck to turn, aiming the two of you so that you were head-on with the now-forming funnel cloud. She was small, but she was spinning fast. The wind screamed as it gusted around the truck, shoving her around like a toy and wanting to lift her off the ground. Tyler kept his hand on the auger lever but his eyes were on the funnel.

“Come on little one, you can do it.” You whispered encouragement to it, urging it to strengthen and touch down. Boone wouldn’t have any workable footage if she didn’t at least ground herself.

“She’ll get it, almost there…” As soon as Tyler’s words left his throat she landed, kicking up dust and dirt and growing immensely in size within seconds, easily spanning a few yards now. “Now!” He shouted, throwing down the button and lever, forcing the augers to dig into the dirt just in time as dust and debris began flying past the truck and towards the tornado.

“Look at her Tyler! She’s practically a monster!” An excited smile was stuck on your face. Tyler was mesmerized, staring up at the growing funnel through the windshield.

But just as soon as she touched down she was gone, fizzling away into nothing but wispy clouds and settling dirt. By the time the two of you blinked again, she was completely gone, the only traces left of her being the corn and wheat crops that were broken in the whipped-up wind.

You both silently got out of the truck, staring up at the receding funnel cloud as she reformed back into the sky, Tyler’s hands on his hips and your own crossed against your chest.

“...well…wanna stop for burgers?”

“Hm.” you hummed in response, making your way back to the truck. You had left the door open in your haste to exit and you could hear the tablet you used for radar being pinged by alerts as you got closer. By the time you had the device in your hands, Tyler was beside you.

“What is it?” he asked. You scanned the notifications as fast as your eyes could read as Tyler placed his hands on your hips and rested his head against your shoulder, leaning over you to read the news in your hands along with you.

“They say she was headed right for Marietta, but all the warnings have been canceled. The outbreak is ending. The heatwave is dispersing and they say the frequency of tornadoes should be going down over the coming week.” You were astonished as you relayed the news to him. Finally, there would be a break in the constant destruction across Oklahoma. You couldn’t help but feel a little relieved, even if it did mean no good chases for a while.

“Guess all that talk about the environment paid off, huh?”

“No. I’m only one person, Ty, no way a few changes in our life is gonna stop a freaking tornado outbreak.” You shook your head in disbelief, though a tiny part of you wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe you had helped in some way, no matter how minuscule.

“Either way I say it calls for celebration. Your choice what we do with the rest of our day. Any more spin-ups today I think will fizzle out just like this one so no more chases today.”

You were still giddy with the news when he made you the offer, you hadn't even thought about the aftermath. An aftermath for once that would be filled with hope and excitement rather than despair and destruction.

You spun around in his grip, facing him. There was a flash of surprise on his face but he quickly recomposed himself, just in time as you wrapped your hands around his neck and yanked him into a kiss. He almost lost his balance in the quickness of your moves and had to readjust one of his hands to lean against the frame of the truck so the two of you didn't end up toppling over into the seat behind you.

You were making mental notes to spread the word on Tyler’s Youtube channel, maybe the more people you could convince to actually give a damn about their impact on the environment the more outbreaks you could stop together. Though the two of you were currently in the middle of a cornfield, miles from any town with cell service. You had a few things in mind you wanted to do before adventuring out with him again.

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Dark Paradise | Theodore Nott

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03. Boy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?

– I didn't know you came here too. – Y/N glanced at the boy who had just arrived at the astronomy tower.

– Theo! – she turned quickly and gave a slight smile – Hi...

– Did something happen? – the boy approached the parapet and Y/N, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and offering her one.

– Well, yes. – Y/N took a cigarette, and Nott lit it for her – Thank you. – she smiled slightly, and after taking a drag, she continued – But I don't want to bother you with my problems.

The cigarette warmed their lungs amidst the snow and cold wind that blew against their faces. Y/N leaned her hips against the railing as she watched the darkness of the night cover the entire area of the magic school. Theodore still observed each of her expressions, even with the dim light.

– You would never bother me, Y/N. – Theodore spoke little but seemed to say so much at the same time.

– Well, I received a letter from home, and it said that Draco and I should stay together more and prepare for a big event soon. – Y/N took a deep breath and caught Nott's green eyes again – You will probably receive something like that soon too, my father mentioned your family in the letter.

– Actually, I already received it. – Theo exhaled smoke – And I imagine your father also instructed you not to tell anyone, right?

– I already broke the only rule I had. – Y/N laughed, and consequently, Theo did too, crossing his arms in an attempt to warm up more – But I won't tell Draco now, he gets completely tense just by receiving a letter from home. I thought of letting him enjoy the ball first. Do you think that's a bad idea? – Theodore looked her in the eyes, a little surprised that she was indirectly asking him for advice. Until a few days ago, they hardly talked.

– It's not bad. – Y/N began to tremble slightly from staring into Nott's eyes for so long. During those seconds, she traveled across his face and got paralyzed by his eyes again; they seemed to draw all her attention all the time – But you should enjoy it too, you don't have to carry this alone. – His voice pulled her back to reality, and Y/N realized they had been staring at each other like that for a long time.

– Of course, you're right. – She took a final drag of the cigarette and crushed it with the sole of her shoe. She seemed a little nervous now, crossing her arms and turning towards the castle and deciding to change the subject. She wanted to leave out of embarrassment, but something kept her there – Do you come here often? I mean, to smoke or something?

– Not always, just... – Theodore adjusted himself like her, also feeling the tension in the conversation – Just when I want to be alone... – Y/N let him finish.

– Alone with someone? – she raised her eyebrows in insinuation; somehow, that question bothered her a bit.

– What? – he asked, confused.

– Sorry, it's just that Draco said he usually brings girls here, I thought it was common among Slytherins. – Theodore seemed slightly irritated by her judgment.

– Why? Did Pucey use to bring you here? – Theodore had a more serious look than usual as he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it. Y/N looked at him indignantly at his audacity to mention their housemate.

– What's with you? – Y/N stepped away from the railing and faced him. But before he could respond, someone appeared.

– Theo, punctual as always! – Laila, a girl from Hufflepuff, stepped outside the tower and took a few steps. The girl had shoulder-length hair with some curls falling on them. She was far from ugly, but she was extremely cheerful for Y/N's taste – Am I interrupting something?

– No! – both responded in unison – Well, it seems I wasn't wrong after all. – Y/N murmured so only Theodore could hear and then turned to leave. The girl watched Y/N with curiosity and then turned to Theodore.

Y/N had a closed face as she crossed the common room heading towards her dormitory. She entered abruptly, slamming the door, grabbing some clothes from the wardrobe, and heading for the shower. Daphne and Pansy exchanged slightly wide-eyed glances; Y/N didn't even notice they were there, just getting lost in her own thoughts. But thanks to the long shower, she was able to relax and come back to herself. Y/N left the bathroom with two pairs of eyes directed at her in curiosity.

– Y/N? – Pansy called.

– Yes? – Y/N responded without taking her eyes off the mirror while spreading some cream on her face.

– Are you okay? – Daphne continued – You came in like a hurricane and now seem completely normal.

– Well, I was just tense, but I'm better now. – She turned to her friends with a smile – Shall we go to dinner?

The two friends looked at each other strangely but decided not to insist. However, the atmosphere at dinner was somewhat strange; Y/N and Theodore were completely aloof from the conversation, and every time their eyes met, jaws tightened, and eyes narrowed slightly. Pansy and Mattheo were certainly the most observant, things never seemed to escape their notice.

– What do you think is going on? – Mattheo whispered to Pansy, hoping no one else would hear.

– Y/N hasn't told us anything yet. And Theo? – Pansy asked, biting back her curiosity.

– Nothing yet. – He took a deep breath and returned to talking with Draco and Blaise, but Pansy still kept her attention on both.

[...]

Y/N resumed talking to Nott normally in the following days, at least, it seemed that way. Theodore was confused but thought it best not to try to change it. What had happened, in reality, was that Y/N had thought about it, and she wasn't naive; Theodore had never cared so much about her until that moment. And generally, when a boy cares too much, it means something. After all, even Y/N's own brother didn't care as much.

Mattheo and Pansy came up with theories, but nothing seemed to come close to reality. Now, on the day of the ball, the boys waited for their dates in their respective common rooms. In Y/N's dormitory, Daphne and Pansy's room was chaotic. They were as impeccable as always, but the room was definitely not the same as it had been at the beginning of the night.

Y/N wore a long satin dress with a slit showing her right leg. The fabric was well-structured on the torso, the straight neckline revealing nothing more than necessary, and the sleeves fell off the shoulders. Its color was the most impressive, a shimmering gold, with a delicate necklace adorned with diamonds decorating her neck and a bracelet of the same design on her wrist. Her hair fell on her shoulders in soft waves, in a half-up hairstyle.

– You look so beautiful. – Y/N said, hugging her friends one last time before leaving – Please, behave tonight! – she warned.

– Okay, mom. – Daphne ironized, and they all laughed.

They descended the stairs while laughing at an inside joke they had, and Theodore's eyes lifted to see Y/N coming down the stairs. It seemed silly, everything went into slow motion for a moment, but he quickly returned to reality as she approached.

– You look beautiful, Y/N.

– Thank you, Theo. – she smiled, and he felt relieved that she called him by his nickname again – You also look very handsome. Shall we?

They linked arms and left in the company of Pansy and Blaise, who were going together. As they entered the Great Hall, they positioned themselves to create a corridor for the Triwizard Tournament participants to pass through. On the other side of the corridor, Weasley was looking at Y/N; she hadn't even noticed his presence, but Theodore had. He stared at the boy for a few seconds and let out a derisive nasal laugh.

– Oh, Merlin! – Pansy exclaimed from the other side of Theodore. The attention of the four friends turned to Daphne walking arm-in-arm with Cedric Diggory.

– So that was the mysterious date. – Y/N responded, smiling in shock.

Some time later, the pairs were guided to the slow dance floor. Y/N felt light electric shocks as Theodore held her waist and touched her hand; their faces had never been so close, their eyes always focused on each other. Y/N couldn’t help but glance at Nott’s mouth now and then, which didn’t go unnoticed by him, who was also doing the same.

– I wanted to apologize for that night at the tower. I was too nosy, sorry. – And then he is forced out of his daydreams about her.

– I should be the one apologizing, Y/N. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. – The fact that he spoke without taking his eyes off hers made Y/N’s chest catch fire. She swallowed hard as she felt her breath falter for a moment.

And then the music stopped, forcing them to sit at a table. During the conversation with the other friends present, the tension between them was noticeable. Theodore was close to Y/N; she could feel his arm on the back of her chair, lightly stroking her left shoulder, which tingled under his warm hand.

His scent invaded her body without asking permission; Y/N didn’t know if it was the effect of the FireWhisky Draco had poured into everyone’s glasses while the teachers weren’t looking, but she was starting to feel her body heat up.

She avoided looking to the side because whenever she did, he was admiring her with those deeply beautiful eyes, making Y/N more unsettled. She called Pansy to dance now that the music was more upbeat. Y/N thought it would be a great escape, but it proved a terrible idea when Pansy spilled the reddish liquid from her glass all over the front of Y/N’s dress.

Theodore looked shocked at Y/N, who quickly walked ahead while Pansy seemed to beg to help her, and then the situation became clearer.

– Let me try to clean it, come on. – Pansy said one last time as they approached the table.

– I think you’ve done enough, Pansy. It’s fine! – Y/N didn’t seem overly angry; the situation was useful to get away from Theodore and think without the influence of hormones. – Well, the party is over for me. I’m going to change. You should stay, Theodore. Laila was looking for you. – the last part she said a bit more irritated.

– No, I’m going with you. – He promptly got up and followed Y/N through the corridors.

The walk was silent; the tension was palpable at that moment, but it was ignored as much as possible. They headed to Y/N’s dormitory; after all, she wouldn’t be able to open the dress alone.

– Here. – She said, opening one of the doors in the corridor. Theodore was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of perfume and the mess of clothes, shoes, makeup, and other things scattered around. – Do you mind unzipping it, please? – Both hesitated for a moment, but he soon did it.

A few times, their skin touched as the zipper was opened, causing both to let out a heavy breath. Y/N held the front of the dress while grabbing a black pajama from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Theodore just waited while his eyes wandered around Y/N’s bed; his breath stopped for a few seconds when he noticed a black lace bra thrown over other clothes. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen that piece before, but it was different now; he felt guilty for trying to imagine how that piece looked on Y/N’s body.

– Everything okay? – the girl’s voice caught Nott’s attention, making him turn to her again. He quickly scanned her body with his eyes but then focused again.

– Yes.

– Don’t you want to go back to the party? – She approached the mirror and removed her accessories. – Laila asked about you while we were dancing.

– I don’t want to go back, Y/N. – Y/N chuckled lightly and felt relieved to know.

– That’s good. – Y/N let slip.

– That’s good? – Theodore smiled smugly. Y/N turned to him, a little nervous about the situation.

– Yes, I actually like your company. – She smiled, which only widened the boy’s smile even more.

– Oh, you like it? – Nott stepped a bit closer, and the tension grew heavier. Their eyes were back on each other’s lips again. Y/N didn’t know why, but she decided to let him get closer. She slightly raised her chin to reach him, and Theodore brought his hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her shoulder.

The proximity allowed them to feel each other’s breath. Theodore seemed mesmerized by Y/N’s face as if she was silently calling him, and she was. He brought his warm hand back to her face and used his thumb to gently caress her lower lip, soft and reddened by the little makeup she wore. And then, in a quick move, Y/N decided to end all the torture and closed the small gap between them. They felt as if their mouths fit perfectly with each other.

The kiss was delicate, almost passionate, but quickly became more desperate. The girl’s hands tangled in the taller boy’s hair, who, in turn, lowered his hands to her waist, pulling her as close as he could. Y/N was gradually pushed towards the dresser behind her. Feeling the furniture hit her body, Theodore promptly picked her up, sitting her on top of the piece of furniture. Perfume bottles, makeup, and other objects fell to the floor with the impact of their bodies hitting the small table.

Words didn’t need to be said; their actions spoke for themselves. Y/N pushed the jacket off his shoulders and then clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt. Theo moved his open-mouth kisses to the girl’s neck, who sighed at the contact of his mouth on her skin; his hands traveled under Y/N’s pajama top, gripping her waist more firmly. Theodore was intoxicated by her and had no intention of stopping, and it could be said that Y/N felt the same way.

– Theo… – Y/N murmured, and he just smiled against her skin. She stopped her movements on his shirt, trying to push him away. – Theodore! – She said louder, making him pull away from her body.

– Everything okay? – he asked, confused, while receiving a look from Y/N pointing to the door. – Shit. – he looked away from his friends, and Y/N quickly got down from where she was, straightening her clothes.

It was Pansy and Blaise beside her, both with mischievous smiles and jaws dropped. Apparently, her friend had forgotten that Y/N had returned to the room and intended to use it with her companion.

– Looks like we weren’t the only ones with that idea. – Blaise said with a mischievous smile while Pansy was still in shock.

– I knew something was going on. – Pansy was euphoric. – Merlin, when Mattheo finds out, he’ll die. – She remembered to tell her gossip partner and amused herself imagining his reaction.

Y/N and Theodore wondered how they were so naive to start that in such an obvious place. Well, but at the moment, it didn’t seem like a bad idea; they would just have to deal with the consequences now, and that would be the hardest part.

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Are you just playing with me - Day 5

Welcome to Part 5 of the Damien x reader series! As always, this content is +18 and contains explicit smut. This one is the longest and smuttiest one yet. If you haven't read the previous parts, make sure to catch up, there is a master list pinned on my page. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Morning

You were already up, excitement and anticipation buzzing in the air as you gathered in the living room with the rest of the Smosh cast. Today was the day you and Damien would finally have the house to yourselves.

Courtney stretched and yawned. “Okay, gang. Let’s get going”

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Damien teased, his hand brushing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating from his touch.

Shayne raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sure you two will find some way to keep yourselves entertained.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “We’ve got a lot of...preparation to do for the surprise.”

“Sure, sure,” Spencer said with a smirk. “Just don’t burn the house down.”

As the door closed behind them, the house fell silent. You and Damien exchanged a look, the tension between you thick and palpable. Without another word, he reached for you, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. With ease, he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, his eyes hazy.

“I’ve been laying here every night, not being able to touch myself, just thinking about you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Now I’m going to make you whine and beg for me to fuck you just as badly as I’ve wished I could.”

You barely had time to respond before his lips were on yours again, hungry and demanding. You tugged at his clothes, but he shook his head with a wicked smile. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “I want to take my time.”

He trailed kisses down your neck, his hands exploring your body. Damien ripped you shirt from your body, sending buttons flying through the air. His eyes widened at the sight of your naked breasts and you watched him swallow as he tried to compose himself. He kissed one while letting his hand play with the other. His mouth biting and sucking leaving marks all over your chest. You let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure. He smiled up at you "so fucking perfect for me".

He left a trail of kisses from your neck down to the line of your panties. He let his fingers play with the rim of them as he continued kissing down your thighs. He left your panties in place, his fingers brushing over the fabric as he teased your sensitive spots. He kissed you, and you shivered as the wetness of it seemed through your panties. " Fuck, Damien, please I need more". It only made him want to drag it out further. He was sure the sounds you made could make his cum without you even touching him. He continued kissing the outside of your panties, rolling your clit in-between his fingers.

His big hands gripped your waist firmly as he sucked on your clit through the fabric, sending electric waves of pleasure through your body.

You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he teased you. His tongue flicked over your most sensitive spot, and you could feel the fabric growing damp with your arousal. No one had ever made you feel like this before, your body responded intensely to his touch. “Damien, please,” you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed in search of more. Every nerve in your body was on fire, craving his touch like never before.

“Patience,” he murmured, his breath hot against your cunt. That was the final straw for you as you felt your body shake. You grabbed his hair and pressed yourself against him. " Oh my god Damien, I'm cumming, please I-I fuck"

As you came on him he continued to tease you, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you wild. He kept his pace slow and deliberate. You moaned, arching your back as pleasure surged through you. “Damien, I-I,” you whimpered, unable to hold back any longer, “please touch me”.

The pressure built inside you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. You moaned out for him as you came, your orgasm crashing over you in powerful waves. Damien continued to suck and lick, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering mess. He grinned against your skin, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Your cum had sept through you panties leaving your thighs wet with slick. “Already? You’re so eager,” he teased, his voice low and husky. “How you’re going to manage when I actually put my tongue in you.”

"Yes Damien, please" you begged. His eyes darkened with lust. “Not yet,” he teased, his fingers withdrawing momentarily. He resumed his ministrations. “Tell me what you want,” he urged, his voice filled with desire. “Tell me how badly you want me.”

You whimpered, your body aching with need. “I want...I want you to tongue on me Damien, please,” you managed to say through ragged breaths. He grinned against your skin, his lips trailing resting on you. “Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

When he finally pulled your panties aside, you were breathless and sensitive, your body still humming with aftershocks. He kissed his way up your body, his eyes locked with yours. He used one of his fingers to drag over your pussy, spreading your juices and tasting you on his finger. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I could have you like this all day.” Slowly, he pushed one finger inside you, feeling your tightness around him. You screamed out in pleasure of finally having something inside of you. "Y-your fingers, s-so big."

He kept his pace slow and deliberate, his mouth and fingers once again driving you closer to the edge. “Tell me what else you want,” he urged, his voice filled with desire. “Tell me how badly you need me.” You composed yourself as best you could, " I need to touch you, please, please let me hold you cock in my hands, I promise I will be so good for you."

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “So perfect.”

His finger moved inside you, seeking out the spots that made you scream the loudest. “I love seeing you like this,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “So fucking beautiful.”

He kissed your pussy with wet, sloppy kisses, his tongue delving inside you and driving you to the edge. When his tongue started fucking you, you lost control. Your body bucked against his mouth, and you screamed his name as you came, your orgasm washing over you in waves.

But Damien wasn’t done. He continued to lick and suck, driving you higher and higher until you felt like you were about to cry. “Damien, please,” you begged. “Let me have your cock, pleeeease.” Your breath caught in your throat as he shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. Next, he unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle echoing softly in the room. His eyes never left yours as he slid the belt from its loops. With deliberate movements, he removed every last piece of clothing, revealing his arousal, the sight of which made your pulse quicken with anticipation.

When you saw him fully, your eyes widened. “How is that supposed to fit in me?” you asked, your voice breathless. He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by inch. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured, kissing you deeply. “Taking me so well.” He pushed in further, you gasped at the thickness of him, your walls clenching around his cock. Damien groaned, when he finally entered you fully you could swear his cock went up to your throat. He stayed still and kissed your forhead, "such a pretty girl". He started rolling his in a slow, deliberate rhythm.“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

You moaned loudly in response, your hands clawing at his back as he thrust deeper into you, your nails raking down his back and leaving angry red marks. He hissed in pleasure, his hips snapping harder against you. “You like marking me, don’t you?” he teased, his voice breathless. “Y-yes,” you gasped, your body quaking with another orgasm. “I love it. s-so much” His pace quickened, and you could feel him nearing the edge.

The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure shooting through your body with each movement. Damien kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he picked up the pace. “You’re mine,” he whispered between kisses. “All mine.” You nodded, unable to form coherent words. It was as if he knew exactly how to manipulate your body to get the specific response he was looking for." Yes Damien please, no one else could have me like this, please keep fucking me". Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge again, your whole body aching for release. He could feel it, “I’m gonna make you cum again,” Damien said, his voice a rough promise. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think straight.” “Yes, please,” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper.

He drove into you harder, his pace relentless and hungry. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through you, your back arching off the bed as you surrendered to the pleasure. “You like that?” Damien growled, his eyes burning with desire. “You like it when I fuck you like this?” You nodded frantically, unable to speak as your body tightened around him. Damien’s thrusts became more erratic, his movements desperate and urgent.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “I want to feel you come around me.” You spiraled into another climax, your body shuddering as you clenched around him. As he continued to thrust, you felt the pressure building in him as well.

"Damien, wait," you said breathlessly, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "Fuck my mouth. I want you to cum down my throat."

His eyes darkened once more, and he pulled out of you, bringing you to you knees on the floor and positioning himself above you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and husky. You nodded eagerly. "Yes, please, I want it." He moved up, guiding his cock to your mouth. You opened wide, taking him in and relishing the taste of him. He started slow, but soon he was fucking your mouth with deep, powerful thrusts, in through your wet lips, past your warm tongue, and down your welcoming throat, his groans filling the room.

"God, you look so good like this," he moaned, his hand caressing your check and then moving on to grip your hair. "I can't hold back." You gagged as he thrust deeper, and he groaned in pleasure. "Fuck, I love hearing you gag," he said, his voice strained. "So fucking hot." You could feel your knees starting to bruise, but you couldn't care less. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him harder as he thrust deeper. The sensation of him filling your mouth was intoxicating, and you could feel his cock pulsing as he neared his release.

With a final thrust, he came, his hot release filling your throat. You swallowed every drop, savoring the salty taste of him. He pulled out, breathing heavily, and looked down at you with a satisfied smile. "You're incredible," he said, his voice filled with awe.

He moved down your body and began to lick you again, his tongue delving inside you and tasting the mixture of your juices. “I want to taste how good I made you feel,” he said, his voice filled with pride. You were so sensitive and raw now that the pressuare already started building up again. You ran your hands over his upper back feeling the marks you left on him as he feasted on you. You came, again, your body trembling with the intensity of it. When he finally pulled away, you were a boneless, sated mess. He pulled you into his arms, kissing you softly. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice warm.

You lay there exhausted, cuddling in the afterglow, when suddenly you heard the front door open. The sounds of voices filled the air. “Hey, we’re back!” Spencer’s voice rang out, louder than the rest.

You and Damien scrambled to cover yourselves, your hearts racing. Spencer appeared in the doorway, a knowing grin on his face as he closed the door behind him. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone was busy.”

You blushed furiously. “Spencer!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Spencer strode into the room, putting on an exaggerated British detective voice. “I had my suspicions, you see. Clues all over the place. First, the mysterious whispering during the game last night. You two were way too cozy, sharing those looks. Then, the ‘preparation’ that needed to be done today. I mean, who needs that much preparation for a dessert?” He arched his eyebrow and waved his hands around.

Damien chuckled, shaking his head. “Detective, you’ve cracked the case.”

Spencer nodded sagely. “It's elementary, my dear colleagues. And finally,” he pointed dramatically, “the way you two were practically glued to each other while making breakfast this morning. Flour everywhere, looking like a scene from a rom-com. Highly suspicious behavior.”

Spencer then moved to a corner of the room and pulled out a hidden pan of brownies. “Good thing I made these.”

You both gasped. Damien raised an eyebrow at him. “You made brownies?”

Spencer lifted the foil to reveal his masterpiece. “Pot brownies, of course. I had a feeling you two would be too…distracted.”

You and Damien exchanged a look, both of you trying to stifle your laughter. “Thanks, Spencer,” Damien said, shaking his head.

Spencer winked. “No problem. Now, in return for my good deed, I’ll be thinking up a suitable repayment.”

“Totally worth it,” you said, smiling at Damien.

“Oh, so worth it,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on your brow.

Spencer cleared his throat, feigning seriousness. “But remember, my dear friends, the detective always knows. I’ll expect my reward soon.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Thanks, Sherlock. We owe you one.”

Spencer grinned, taking a dramatic bow. “Happy to be of service. Now, enjoy your…preparations.” With a final wink, he left the room, leaving you and Damien to bask in the aftermath of your intimate morning.

As the door closed, Damien turned to you, his eyes filled with warmth. “Now, where were we?”

You smiled, pulling him close. “Right here, exactly where we should be.”

And with that, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the bond between you stronger than ever.

Evening

Everyone gathered back in the living room, curiosity raised as you and Damien prepared to present your surprise. You stood in the middle of the living room, holding the plate of brownies, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Alright, everyone,” Damien announced, drawing their attention. “We’ve got a very special treat for you.”

Courtney eyed the plate suspiciously. “Brownies? That’s the big surprise?”

You shared a knowing look with Damien and Spencer. “Not just any brownies,” you said with a grin.

Angela leaned in, squinting at the plate. “What’s so special about these?”

Spencer smirked, clearly in on the secret. “Wait a minute… are these what I think they are?”

Damien nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Yep. Pot brownies, BOOM.”

The room erupted in laughter and cheers.

“Nice!” Amanda exclaimed. “I knew there was a reason you two stayed back this morning.”

Shayne giggled. “And let’s not forget the mess you made in the kitchen yesterday while ‘preparing’ this surprise.”

Spencer laughed. “Yeah, it looked more like a warzone to me.”

As the brownies were handed out and everyone began enjoying the sweet treats, the atmosphere grew increasingly relaxed and jovial as the effects started to kick in.

Spencer leaned back on the couch, a proud look on his face. “These are amazing. You two should start a business.” He giggled to himself at giving himself a compliment.

Courtney started to giggle as well. “Baked with Smosh. We’d make a fucking fortune.”

Shayne nodded sagely. “Count me in as a shareholder.”

As the laughter subsided, Courtney’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Alright, gang. Time for a game. And I’ve got a new one for us tonight. It’s called ‘Truth or Brownie.’”

“Truth or Brownie?” Damien asked, intrigued.

Courtney nodded. “Yep. You either tell the truth about something we ask, or you eat another piece of brownie. And trust me, eating more isn’t going to be as fun as it sounds.”

Everyone groaned playfully, but the competitive spirit was in the air.

The game began, and soon enough, the questions and brownies were flying.

Courtney looked at Shayne, head resting on his chest. “Alright, Shayne. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?”

Shayne sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. I once accidentally headbutted my partner while trying to switch positions. Knocked us both out for a few seconds.”

Angela laughed. “HAHA, Usually people worry about knocking someone up but you actually have to worry about knocking someone out?”

Shayne shrugged, “Oh scew you.” before erupting into laughter himself.

The group burst into laughter with him, the shared stories creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Every body lay spread out on the coach and on the floor, munching on chips and laughing uncontrollably. Everyone was close, physically, so you didn't think it would cause too much suspicion if you cuddled up to Damien. He let out a sigh and whispered to you " mhm, feels so good to feel your body against mine again, I've missed it", he put his arms around you.

Amanda turned to Spencer. “Okay, Spencer. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done to impress a crush? And it can't be the spiderma. Shit again cause I-I just caaan't”

Spencer chuckled. “I once tried to serenade a girl with a ukulele. I can’t play the ukulele, I had never done it before and I paid good money for it. It was a disaster.”

Chance leaned in, smirking. “But did it work though?”

Angela chimed in, " He just fucking said it was a disaster"

Chanse pursed his lips, " Girl we don't now for sure though"

Spencer shook his head. “Nope. She cringed and walked away. Lesson learned. I think I should try an accordion instead”

Laughter filled the room again, the camaraderie growing stronger with each story.

Angela grinned, her turn coming up. “Alright, Chance. What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”

Chance answered with a grin. “I once had sex in a public library. Didn’t get caught, but it was close.”

Courtney giggled. “Was it during study hours?”

Chance nodded. “oh yes, very intense, very educational.”

Everyone cheered and laughed, the atmosphere growing more uninhibited with each passing minute. Finally, it was Damien’s turn. Courtney leaned forward, her eyes twinkling. “Damien, if you had to describe your ultimate fantasy, what would it be?”

Damien hesitated, glancing at you with a secretive smile. “Honestly? Being with someone who wants me just as much as I want them.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, his honesty making your heart flutter against his body. Spencer gave you a knowing look, it looked like he was trying to raise raise an eyebrow but ended up just squinting really hard, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Shayne laughed. “Oh man, that sounds like something out of a movie. When it be like that you know?” Amanda nodded in agreement with his profound words.

Damien shrugged. “It felt like one.” Your heart raced even more, knowing he was referring to your time together.

Courtney turned to you next, her smile mischievous. “Alright, Y/N, your turn. How many times have you cum during sex?”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to go all in. “Four times,” you said, thinking back to that morning with Damien.

Spencer, not missing a beat, smirked. “Damn, who could that mystery man be? I bet he's a real stud.

The group laughed, and you couldn’t help but blush, aware of Spencer’s playful teasing. The brownies had certainly kicked in, making everyone more uninhibited and giggly.

“Damn, girl!” Amanda laughed. “Someone’s been bu-sy!”

Courtney smirked. “I need to know your secret.”

Angela chuckled. “Four times, huh? That’s some serious dedication.”

Damien blushed slightly but looked proud. “It was a team effort.” Your eyes widened and you gestured towards Damien. " I mean.. I assume it was, it"s usually is, right' he managed to get out. Nobody seemed to react except for Spencer who sat back mouth wide open muttering " Dude, dude".

Courtney asked Amanda, “What’s the wildest place you’ve ever had sex?”

Angela turned to Courtney. “Alright, Courtney, ever had a crush on someone here?” Angela let her eyes search around the room

Chanse rolled his eyes at her, "Ange-la".

Courtney giggled. “Maybe... but I’m not telling who!”

Shayne smirked and whispered, "I really hope it's me"

As the night wore on, the group started to wind down, content and relaxed. Eventually, you and Damien found yourselves alone in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of the evening. The others had drifted off to various corners of the house, leaving you with a rare moment of privacy.

“This day was perfect,” you said, leaning against the counter and watching Damien load the dishwasher.

He looked up, a soft smile on his face. “Yeah, it was.” As he reached for another plate, his eyes fell on two notes that had fallen from your pocket. He picked it up and read the words scribbled there: horny, Damien.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh, that’s from the game we started on the first day. The one where we had to act a certain way towards someone., you know?”

Damien’s eyes changed, showing an emotion you couldn’t quite place. “Are you just playing with me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. " Is this the reason you did everything you did" he sat down on the kitchen floor, "were you even into me before this?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You stepped closer and positioned yourself next to him on the cold floor, reaching out to touch his arm. “Damien, no. I’m not playing with you. This… whatever it is we have, it’s real. It’s been real for me from the start.”

He searched your eyes, his own filled with vulnerability. “I’ve been falling for you, Y/N. And I just… I need to know if you feel the same.”

You took his face in your hands, your gaze steady. “I do, Damien. I really do. This week, it’s been about acting on things I’ve always wanted but was too scared to try.”

His eyes softened, but there was still a shadow of doubt. “I hope it’s not just about the sex, as much as I enjoy that part, which is a lot, I want more.”

Your heart ached at his vulnerability. “Damien, I have feelings for you. It’s not just about the physical. But… my body’s been so desperate for your touch, it’s been hard to think about anything else.”

He let out a breath he didn’t seem to realize he’d been holding, and then he pulled you into a fierce embrace. “Thank God,” he murmured against your hair. You held him tight, the bond between you solidifying in that moment of raw honesty. The evening had been perfect, but this was the true highlight—knowing that you both felt the same way about each other, that this was more than just a game.

High, giddy and honestly somehow still horny you drifted off to sleep in each other's arm right there on the kitchen floor.

[shannonsketches]

I read somewhere that an evil queen is a princess whose prince never came to save her. Zelda has her Link And Ganon has...? No-one to whom he could summarize his day to.

I don’t particularly enjoy the idea that someone needs to be rescued by romantic love to not be evil.

Zelda also deserves credit for trying to be a part of her community, and leaning on her friends, and trusting the people around her would catch her, even if it was her greatest shame to fail. Ganondorf didn’t, and doesn’t, and won’t. Ganondorf consistently acts alone, whether he believes that to be for everyone’s benefit or not, he doesn’t trust his community to catch him — because he would rather die than fall.

This isn’t a matter of anyone failing Ganondorf, this is a matter of Ganondorf’s pride (and whatever underlying fear and shame cause it) failing Ganondorf.

Link can’t really understand and relate to Zelda’s day to day as a Royal or a religious instrument with Higher Purpose. She trusts him with her sorrows, she trusts Impa, she trusts her sages. She makes that scary choice to be open and afraid and tell someone she cant do it alone, even though she would greatly prefer to do it alone.

While it’s true that the very nature of his being isolates him a bit more than Zelda’s does, it remains true that Ganondorf’s people love him, Ganondorf’s followers love him, and he consistently chooses his own isolation over vulnerability and trust, and he always fails because he constantly wants to do it alone. He always treats the people who would stand by him as disposable, because he is not open to the possibility that he can’t succeed without help. A king must be capable of greatness in his own right, otherwise he’s just a man.

Back when I was writing a younger triforce trio AU I had a scene in which Link compliments Gan on his strength, and Gan responds by saying he has to be strong because there is no one who can carry him off the battlefield.

Later there was a scene in which he is harmed and can’t leave a fight, but Zelda and Link stay to protect and fight for him: Zelda explains that just because no one can carry him off the field, doesn’t mean anyone would leave him to die there alone.

Personally I think it’s much more tragic that Gan is so convinced it’s his one and only job to be the answer to the problem, he either doesn’t consider how many people would defend him at the drop of a hat if he faltered, or he knows, and decides it would make him unworthy for them to see him falter at all.

In short, I’m sure there are/were a LOT of Gerudo who would’ve LOVED (and probably asked, often!) to help him shoulder his troubles and concerns.

Ganon’s isolation is self-appointed, largely because of his own perpetuation of the idea of what King is and is supposed to be. Zelda got over the idea that not sharing her struggles protected the people around her, and Ganondorf let it set in stone.

[booquip]

Hi!! Okay so as promised heres readers cursed technique break down!! I used a random generator thingy cause I knew what I wanted but at the same time didn’t ykwim. I was watching Naruto and rediscovered my love for shikamaru 😋😋so I wanted her technique to involve shadows and also CHOSOOOO 😞😞😞😞 my man my guy my love my emo king sigh I read the recent chapters and couldn’t stop thinking about the potentials for his technique soo yeah this is what happens when those worlds combine I guess 😜😜 enjoy Pookers 🤭

**Cursed Technique:**

**Crimson Shadow Manipulation**

The user can manipulate their own blood and shadows.

What can they do with it?

They can use their blood to create weapons and armor as well as they can (potentially) heal themselves and others. They can also (potentially) use their shadows to create illusions and teleport.

**Domain Expansion:**

**Blood Shadow Realm**

The user creates a domain of blood and shadows, which they can use to trap their opponents and control the environment. Within the domain, the user's blood and shadows are greatly amplified, and they can use them to create even more powerful techniques. The domain is also filled with sporadic illusions which can confuse and disorient the readers opponents giving her a massive advantage.

Background on reader:

Before going to Tokyo Jujitsu high and becoming apart of the trio she essentially had no one and often was crept up in her room or the library reading up anything and everything.

Reader is an orphan that lived with her very crude aunt, one who never failed to make her forget that raising her was such a costly burden.

Reader fled as soon as she was scouted.

Reader wanted to become a doctor hence her extensive knowledge of the human body which came in handy for her cursed technique.

She was always able to see curses from a young age but just ignored them. She was unbothered by their presence until the day she got attacked which was coincidently the day she got scouted.

Okay I think I covered enough.. I hope. If not feel free to ask or suggest anything!! I’m always on my phone (again because I have no life😃😃) so I’ll probably respond within a day. Thank you all for the love!! I’m glad we are all able to come together and just enjoy the world of reading anything jjk 😜😜😜

[tothedarkdarkseas]

Hello i have read your entire collection of fics and i gotta say. Wow . what a Talent for the Grime. im not a 2doc girlie unfortunately but I've been softened. won over. I can now see 2doc and go "well that's very interesting. I wanna see where this author goes w it" instead of the general feeling of he would Not fucking say that. bc the truth isthat maybe he would . say those things he says in your fics etc. You understand. Most of all i have an appetite for grime and i have had it Saciated. i saved the plastic beach fics for the end bc i knew they'd be the ones id be more predisposed 2wards and while i was right i will say -> paula fic sweep. i love ms cracker she's such a cunt. as a dyke well all i can say is come 2 bed sweetheart your horrible mean gross standoffish attitude is wasted on a rockstar like stuart. I haven't read a hotter woman in a while Congrats. um but yeah also the plastic beach fics i left some comments bc oysters got to me Bad i never fully felt the impact of plastic beach from a murdoc perspective w such INCISIVENESS and POWER just the fucking spiraling horror of putting yourself in that position out of desperation and PRIDE??? god. GOD. and then the fic you have pinned. the fic that.made me check out your ao3. god . ive been in bad relationships that hurt me greatly and i had to keep seeing the.person. It was So cathartic. the mixing of 2ds identity w murdocs the enmeshment the. The

sorry 4.the.long ask im a little drunk but you HAVE to know you have got a NEW BIG FAN

i wanna see.more of your noodle and cyborg noodle :( noodlez mean so much 2me and 2d and noodle in seething coast got to me so fucking bad. russ' small role also got me weeping but not as much as 2d and bday girl noodle ending did. your 2d is perhaps the most interesting read ive seen on the character so far .

This message brought so much joy to my night, as did your comments on AO3! I apologize for my lateness; I absolutely intend to respond to them over there (as far as my intentions go for the foreseeable future I will always respond to comments or asks, so long as anyone is kind enough to stop by! It just takes a few days sometimes, whoops) but I'm so enchanted by the ephemeral nature of the drunk message, I've got to let you know I've seen it, haha.

I love the sentence "unfortunately, I am not a 2Doc girlie" as it feels quite backwards from the other side of it. I would say, being someone who has written exclusively 2Doc stories for their fanfiction career and runs a bizarrely devoted 2Doc blog years longer than they ought to have, being a 2Doc girlie is an unfortunate thing to be. I wouldn't blame you having apprehensions! If you can believe it, when I got into Gorillaz I would avoid the shipping element altogether and skip past any 2Doc that popped up along my way; I also felt a sense of... neutrality to profound disinterest toward it, and had things gone differently after I may have bowed out without any lasting words exchanged and moved forward along the fandom line, as so many do. I felt some sense of shame, I think, to admit I was reshaping the characters by my own wants, but I accept now that this is what Gorillaz fandom is; the nearer to canon one can go in tone, the better, but there's a point where the road forks (splinters into four forks, and four more further down, really) and for the sake of your own stability and consistency, you have to make a decision about that character's path. Anyway, sorry, I'm rambling! Hopefully that doesn't bore you to tears, but your message made me think about it all again, and I enjoy doing so!

Thank you for reading everything, good gravy, it's a tall order and I'm just-- I am beyond flattered. I am beyond humbled. I am moderately embarrassed by some of the early writing, but I'm incredibly touched nonetheless. I am especially grateful for Paula to make her way into a loving home, biting and spitting all the way. Stuart is not and will never be equipped for the job. ("It's rotten work, especially if it's you," only Paula's not asking him to do it and she's sure as shit not offering it in return. God, I love that woman.)

Thank you. I don't know if it's too sappy and too sincere to say, but I think we grow in sincerity, I think we are emotionally and mentally fed by honesty even to a degree of discomfort, and so I swallow that embarrassment and say... you naming those stories, sharing your thoughts, sharing with me a connection and a sense of caring for Oysters, Ampersands, Seething Coast-- the stories that I cared most for, stories that drew the most from myself even when I tried to obscure it, stories that still sit close to the breast-- that is special. That really means more to me than a comical reply can express. I'm really glad that these scenes meant something to you and that they get to live in another person. That's the horror and the prize of writing, it's the thing you dread doing wrong and losing in the void; but to hear months or years later that it's found someone, and they felt something for it, and they're not embarrassed for you that you've stumbled through making something like this from these characters, that's all you can dream of. That's everything. It matters very much. I can't say I have anything new on the horizon for Noodle (...and I can't say what I have done in the past few months is anywhere near cresting the horizon) but this message gets my heart thu-thumping and has me mulling her over. Maybe one day we can revisit the mess again. If you'd like to listen, this song always makes me think of Stu and Noodle, specifically on that illusion of solid ground in the years after Plastic Beach. I listened to it sometimes to get in the mood to write them.

[absolut-blue]

— BASICS.

NAME - Jasper, Jett, or JJ. But I love getting nicknames so I respond to anything.

PRONOUNS - They/he are greatly preferred but I'm not picky. I identify as androgyne so a mix of different things is fine.

ZODIAC SIGN - Leo.

TAKEN OR SINGLE - Super taken.

— THREE FACTS.

↳ I have two large anime/manga character tattoos! One of Dabi from BNHA and one of Vanitas from The Case Study of Vanitas. I also have a list of other characters I'd like to add some day. Like Phos from HNK and Akutagawa (or maybe Sigma or Nikolai) from BSD.

↳ I am obsessed with snakes! Corn snakes in particular. I spend a lot of free time researching snake behavior, husbandry, and breeding (not that I plan to ever breed mine). I love to talk about them and I take the care of my own snakes very personally. I have two corn snakes right now.

↳ I can name like 98% of all songs by The Decemberists when provided with a one second clip.

— EXPERIENCE.

PLATFORMS USED - For RP currently? Just here, but I would also do discord. I did it originally on DeviantArt back when they had chatrooms.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES - All of it. If it's up to me I usually like to send a few memes or starters to begin with and then do some plotting when we get a feel for things between our muses!!

— MUSE PREFERENCE.

GENDER - I don't particularly have a preference. I do tend to make more female OC's due to the fact that I had an RP partner for years when I first started who would NOT allow me to write anything other than cisgender, white, gay men. I feel like I'm making up for lost time by enjoying writing women.

MULTI OR SINGLE - In my experience, I prefer to run single muse blogs as mine usually get more attention than my multi's. But I actually really enjoy making, organizing, and running multi muse blogs. I love so many of my OC's it ends up feeling like less pressure than always switching.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S) - Out of all my active blogs?? Shie's, but I have issues with Blue's too. I adore Phos HNK but he is not human which makes some of his icons funny looking jfdlksj. Glitter in his hair, no teeth, goop for arms. But there's only so many faceclaims I can pick from with a bowl cut, and the bowl cut is INTEGRAL.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT.

FLUFF - I enjoy it when there's plot behind it, like a well built ship I'm very fond of. If that's the case I can't get enough. Otherwise, I find it kinda boring.

ANGST - My very favorite thing to write and read. All I do is come up with angst. I got my start in RP in my edgy emo teen years and that never left me. Give me ANGST give me PAIN give me EDGE. It adds such flavor. Nothing bonds muses like angst.

SMUT - I love to talk about smut or write little suggestive drabbles. When it comes to things I read in my free time, its smut 99% of the time. I have a filthy mind unfortunately. On the other hand I am abysmal at actually writing anything sexy so, it's very rare I ever actually write it out fully.

TAGGED BY - No one, I steal >:3c

TAGGING - Also no one, but I encourage YOU to steal

[geminiperson]

Coffee in Peru

This was a story written based off a prompt that I liked. I thought it might be interesting, although I'll let you figure out what the prompt was. Additionally, I do not speak Spanish well at all, and did use translation software to achieve the Spanish conversation. If it feels cumbersome, or if something is not 100% gramatically correct, that is why.

Cars rolled by on the sunlit street a few feet away. Traffic seemed surprisingly heavy for a Wednesday in Lima. No matter how old she got, Katarina could never get accustomed to them. The noise, the rumble of the street, the fact that the vehicles no longer needed straw or a rest. This modern world was very different from the one she had been raised in. As she sat, a server came to her table and delivered her drink. 

“Un cafe con creama para usted señora.” Placing the cup next to her hand on the table. 

“Gracias. ¿Sabes a qué hora comenzará el festival de música criolla?” She asked as she reached for the cup. 

“Lo siento señora, no lo sé. Estoy seguro de que tienen algo publicado en línea.” The server responded apologetically, bowing slightly. 

“Por supuesto. Gracias. ¿Qué te debo por la bebida?” Katarina responded, reaching for her purse. 

At this, the server smiled. “Nada en absoluto. El amable caballero sentado cerca de la entrada se ofreció a pagar su bebida,” the server said, reaching into a pocket on their apron, they produced a small piece of paper. “También me pidió que le pasara esta nota.”

Katarina grasped the note, keeping her composure, and nodded, looking towards the cafe entrance. A man she had barely noticed on the way in waived at her, smiling. He was rather plain looking. Scruffy beard, thick, rich brown hair, with the merest suggestion of gray. He wore a plain white dress shirt over a light blue pair of pants, and a pair of golden brown leather sandals. A notebook sat next to him, where clearly the note had been scrawled hastily, as well as an old fountain pen. A jacket matching the pants he wore hung off the back of the chair. It was hard to tell his age. He seemed to have an agile build, and though you might not have noticed in a passing glance, his body seemed tensed like the string of a bow, ready to move at a moments notice. The scruffy man indicated the note, suggesting she read it with his nod. Katarina nodded, and momentarily grabbed her drink, sipping from the cup as she reached into her purse, checking that her usual knife was ready, should she need it. In all her lifetimes, one thing could always be relied upon, and that was mens propensity for being cads. She then reached for the note, and slowly unfolded it, expecting to see a written love letter in Spanish, or perhaps a phone number and a name. Instead, in English the note read Rodolfo’s funeral, Cementerio Presbítero Matías Maestro, April 13th, 1821 followed by the words Your Spanish has improved greatly. Katarina looked swiftly back at the man, and in a moment, it all came flooding back to her. For a moment, she was sitting on a hill overlooking Lima with Rodolfo, the first true love she had felt in centuries. His laugh still rang in her heart. They wore common clothes back then. No rings, no jewelry. Course fabric and bodice rubbing across her chest. He had been so kind, and so handsome. Now looking at this man, she saw the briefest sliver of him in the eyes. They held that same joy, that same mirth as they had so long ago, sitting opposite her friend Maria on the picnic blanket. The man indicated a request, wishing to join her at the table. Katarina nodded, uncertain of what else to say. He quickly grabbed his things, and made his way to the chair across from her. 

“You’ll forgive me, but it’s been so long, I can’t recall your name anymore.” Katarina said in English. The man smiled, enjoying this. 

“It is well Katarina,” He said with a heavy Spanish accent, “Two centuries is quite a long time to hold onto a name. I only remember yours because it was your name he said with his last breathe.”

The last part he said with a noticeable drop in his joy. He inhaled for a moment, seeming to hold back more than his breathe. Katarina was reeling from her own memory, so gave him a moment to recompose himself. 

“My name is Inigo Montoya. In those days, I was going be Nico. Rodolfo was my best friend. To this day, his is the death that lays heaviest upon my heart.” 

Katarina sniffed, and smiled at the name. “I would have assumed with a name like this, you’d have searched the world over for his killer.”

Inigo smiled as well, hearing the playful jab.

“You know, I normally can’t tell people this, but William named that character for me. In fact, I was the one who convinced him to write the story in the first place. The character was based on the story of me discovering Rodolfo’s true killer if you can believe.”

At this, Katarina gasped. Inigo smiled, holding his drink in one hand, and the fountain pen in the other. She could tell he was serious. There had always been questions as to what had happened. She remembered coming to his home that morning after a wonderful night out, and the night watchmen were standing at the entrance. To this day, the swiftness with which he was buried had astounded her. In those days, there was no investigation, not as it would have been in the present. No matter the reason, when death was involved, only the living could ask why. 

“I’ve been making visits to this city every century since his death to pay my respects. Are you telling me you went on to find his killer?” She said, shaking slightly. 

Inigo nodded, finishing the last of his coffee. He let it settle within himself before continuing. 

“If I had known what you were then, I would have tried to find you. To tell you the truth. I always wished that I could have. It was, at least partially, my fault he died. To this day, I’ll never forget finding him. I went to his home that morning, early on, just as we had always done, so that we could eat breakfast. His mother made a wonderful oat porridge in those days, and they had some fresh made goat cheese that was to be ready. His mother asked me to wake him, as he had been out all night with you, and was sleeping in rather than getting to his work at the farm. I went to his room, and knew as soon as I rolled him over that he was gone. A gash across his heart was clear. He had all but bled out in the night when I found him. He grabbed me close and gasped his last breath, and with it he whispered ‘Iñigo, por favor dile que la amo incluso ahora. Mi corazón, mi Katarina.’ and was gone.”

Katarina let loose a tear, staring off into the distance, remembering how even on the day of his funeral, she could not hold back tears. She began to cry, just as she had before, when the rain had matched her sorrow, flowing across the hillside. She took a moment to live within the memory before asking Inigo the next question. 

“So who was the nine fingered man then? I would assume you had found them by now.” She said as the tears fell. 

Inigo nodded, becoming pensive. There was a heaviness behind his eyes, a burden he would never be able to lay down. A different person sat before her now. An immortal like her, haunted by the past. 

“I thought I had failed until today, when I saw you. I found the trail his killer left. They were skilled, even back then, as if they had trained for a lifetime. But I wasn’t sure until now. So before I tell my story, I only have one question. Why did you do it?”

[hcuyk]

hii hii im way to new at interacting with blogs i follow to take off anon but anyways…

i really want to branch out and start writing again, it was something i used to do frequently but like got made fun of yk how it goes.

do you have any tips for writing ? i really enjoyed reading the kidult story which made me want to ask you for advice on writing anything helps ! 😵‍💫

hi anon! this is such an old ask that i've responded to in my drafts??? but never posted because it was too long, so now i decided i'll rewrite my response and post it this time!

i hate to hear that you've been made fun of wtf 😭 i will FOREVER throw fists at those people

although i doubt you may see this after Years, i think others may benefit from this!

ADVICE ON WRITING:

something i always recommend is rewrite, not revise! your final draft should look nothing like your first draft (in my opinion). when i write out my first draft, it's a mess—from writing only dialogue that comes to mind to reusing the same verbs over and over again—and that's perfect! then when you rewrite, that mess becomes more clear:

you notice more plot holes

the more you rewrite, the more the scene expands and you have a better idea of what's happening, from reactions to what's happening in the background

as much as its time consuming, i did it with every scene in kidult! in fact, for those who don't know me or my blog as well may not know this, but hyunjae's/myungho's mom was never meant to be the villain until i rewrote and thought more about every scene!

or for my headline fans, if you read the first chapter, it's kind of implied that haknyeon was supposed to be the second-love interest, but that changed drastically the more i wrote (cause how tf did i end up with qhak 😭)

for me and my writing, the story truly writes itself :]

another big tip is do NOT be afraid of scraping scenes! as much as it hurts, it can really put you in writer's block. maybe the scene you wanted to happen is not meant to be in your fic ^^ set the scene aside as an alternative and come up with another idea

my examples of this is with kidult's happy ending. my last scene that i have written made me stop, and i've dropped it ever since because i've been so busy and it became less of a priority. half a year later i realized i need to drop it and write something else, and that revived my motivation!

those are the big two that help me out a lot. my writing has definitely improved but not as much as it could have within the past two years because i've been focused on nearly everything else, so if you can, try and write daily! even if it's only 100 words. sometimes those ideas will resurface and you'll be thankful you already had an idea accumulating ^^

thank you for stopping by and asking this question! it means the world to know that there are people who admire(?) my writing, even if i myself can't see anything special :( if there's any other tips people want to give me, i would also greatly appreciate it! just like everyone else, i am always looking forward to improving as well

i think i also always had a fixation on numbers back then, from instagram views and followers to likes on tweets and then likes on tumblr posts, but right now i'm breaking that down because i know i will always have people supporting me, even if it's a close friend or family member, so never be shy with posting your works! if anyone also wants to recommend stories, whether it be someone else's or your own, absolutely send them my way!

i'm sorry this is so long, but i hope this helps anyone who needs it :] <3

[thetotalfailure]

I've found myself in an interesting spot in my life. Once again, I've found something to distract me. Or... someone. My friend's cute friend that I met over the summer. I mean, I definitely thought he was cute when everybody planned a day trip, but I had a feeling he liked one of my other friends. It was just the things he was doing. I was like, well okay oh well. I figured it wouldn't go anywhere and it'd be awkward to try and do anything to get my friend's friend's attention. So I just delegated him to being my boredom crush/eye candy. Cool dude, but not anyone I'd be close to besides seeing him once in a while when the group gets together.

But my mental health went for a dip in the deep end so I ended up having more free time. Which allowed me to join my friends in meeting up every week. Guess our late night talks caught his attention. Hilarious. It's always the late night talks when I think about it. But I guess that's how it always happens. You get to know someone a bit more.

Been joking about it for months with my other friends who don't know anyone in this group. I didn't expect it to go anywhere at all (see paragraph one).

So here I am. Fooling around with someone. Again. I'm a little afraid it'll make things really weird in the friend group if it ends weirdly. It Already made things weird in the group. Unintentionally. Because my ex got really weird about it during new years.

I think we settled it alright. But I'm still thinking about how I responded and I wonder if I should have done something else. Was I too nice? I don't want to split the friend group up by saying I never want to see him again, meaning we would be invited to different things separately. I'm old enough to not get FOMO, but I think it still stinks.

I kind of wish I was meaner, but that's really like. Negative energy.

I haven't talked to some of my friends individually since last month, so I don't think they know anything except like a vague notion that Something happened. I suppose I'll hang out with them sometime soon so I can get their opinion on how I handled everything. Was I too non-confrontational, like I tend to be avoidant of anything even remotely negative, so was this just an avoidant response or am I just that chill like I say I am.

I am all bark and no bite. Sometimes I do want to be as bitchy of a person as the scenarios I make up in my head when I weigh what I want to do in a situation. It's kind of scary the amount of knowledge you have of a person when you date them, and how much power that can give you when you break up. I could destroy them if I wanted to. But I'm not that kind of person at all. At the end of the day, I don't really want to be in any drama personally.

Cycling back to my current situation, I'm just here to have fun. I'm not sure what exactly I want right now. I think I'm a bit afraid of trying to decide if I want anything like a relationship right now or not. Again I don't want to make things weird in the little group I hang out with right now because I'm greatly enjoying spending my time with them goofing off. I think we're cool enough that if we decided nope right now, it would be okay. I think. I don't think I have a good read on him right now to figure out how he would react though. Will I end up in a weird situation like my ex, or is he more put together that he would know how to handle it. I mean he's had a few more exes than my ex did, so I think he'll be alright.

I mean, if he's down for more I'll go for it haha. Maybe that's what I want, but I'm not pining or infatuated right now. I can go slow or stop.

[fallingstarsandeagles]

I’m honestly completely freaking out because byler has been the main catalyst for sending me into a total sexuality crisis and I have no one in my real life I can vent to about this. I’m feeling kind of embarrassed to admit to all these details here, but the byler community has been so supportive and loving that I feel like I can trust you guys. Please do not feel compelled to read this as it would be self absorbed to believe everyone would be interested in my life. However if you are the least bit curious I would love to hear your feedback.

To give a bit of background I am a 22 year old girl who has always thought she was straight. I never really thought I felt attraction for woman but I honestly didn’t feel a super strong attraction to men either. I definitely got crushes on guys and kissed a few guys through my early teens. In junior year I had a boyfriend for like 4 months that I met through an organization, but we didn’t go to school together and neither of us had our licenses so we didn’t see each other that often. I lost interest very quickly and I slowly stopped talking to him until he broke up with me (actions I am horrified by now) the common denominator in all of these scenarios is I did not feel the a strong connection with any of these guys or even enjoyed spending time with them that much.

Often times it’s just much harder for me to be myself around guys compared to girls. There were also a couple scenarios where I was asked out by guys I had no interest in and I rejected them. This is a cliche to admit but I also made out with a few girls at my overnight camp under the guise of practicing kissing. It was an exciting experience but not what I viewed as life changing or that it gave me any realization moment. I honestly didn’t take anything from it. In tv and movies I mainly gravitated toward straight couple although they would often be less conventional ships that usually didn’t end up together.

I also feel I should add that I experienced some pretty serious bullying at my overnight camp in an experience that slowly escalated over the years from my best friends transforming into my bullies. Their behavior shifted so gradually and I so desperately wanted to pretend it wasn’t happening so I remained in denial and convinced myself that I was over exaggerating their behavior. When I confronted people about how they treated me much shittier than every one else they would say I was being dramatic or just refuse to respond to me. So I couldn’t be sure if what I was experiencing was real or if it was happening in my head. I greatly internalized the idea that I was just being dramatic and attention seeking.

These experiences have given me anxiety and depressing and left me with a very low self esteem and a deep distrust of my own social sensibilities and etiquette. I was left feeling deeply misunderstood by everyone around me and I clung to to these toxic friendships out of fear that I could never find anyone else. To give some examples of how I was treated in one instance one girl invited everyone in the group chat to a Halloween party she was hosting. About a week later she texted me individually saying she actually couldn’t host the party. I found out during Christmas that she actually made a separate group chat without me after that and only uninvited me. No one told me about this until I asked people about it around Christmas. In another instance a girl I have been best friends with since I was 4 who I convinced to start coming to this camp started dating that guy who was especially cruel in his behavior toward me. This is literally a girl I got poison ivy with, got my ears pierced with, and snuck out with. And she didn’t give a fuck about getting with a guy who treated her supposed best friend like shit. It was super hard to let go of these friendships. I remember feeling like a mistake and feeling like no one would understand me. It felt like I was always on the outside and their was a window between me and the rest of the world.

I eventually made about 2 really good friends that I can be myself around. That means I can be super passionate about things like books and tv shows without having to hold back. But I still have a lot of trauma from that time. Before byler their was Hizzie a w/w ship from an honestly terrible spinoff show legacies. But hizzie was the highlight for me even though it was never canon (despite 2 love confessions) The interesting thing was from this show I mostly clung to and related to the main character Lizzie Saltzman who was a complex character with bipolar disorder who often feels broken and has a codependent relationship with her sister. The narrative often frames her as narcissistic when in reality she can be very selfless. I strongly saw and felt comp het within her based on how she interacted with her male love interests and how it contrasted how she interacted with Hope. I felt indignant when I saw people call their bond sisterly. And I felt heartbroken when Lizzie ended up with a man that she was never that interested in. I honestly can’t tell if I want to be Lizzie or if I was in love with her.

And then there was Byler. I started watching stranger things after season 2 and I hadn’t really paid attention to byler. I thought they were cute but I also thought Mileven was cute although I didn’t actively ship them. Tbh the couple I shipped most upon first watch was jancy. And then when I watched season 3 I fell in love with Will’s character. His arc of feeling like he was falling behind the rest of his friends felt painfully familiar for me. I immediately saw his as queer though I honestly didn’t even really consider him being in love with Mike. Then I saw season 4 vol 1. About a week after vol 1 came out I found byler tumblr and it all spiraled from there. I’ve been obsessed. I check the tag everyday, I read basically ever byler fic, I watch tik tok analysis, im in a byler insta group chat. It makes me so giddy to think about them.

And I also start thinking more about internalized homophobia and compulsory heterosexuality. And it just got me thinking. I can’t think of a single instance in my entire life where I had a deep crush on a guy I actually knew beyond the surface especially after the age of 14. All I really had were random hookup or two that always felt awkward. I was heartbroken by vol 2 but now have hope for season 5. Then I just watched Do Revenge and wanted camilas and maya’s characters to make out the entire time even though their relationship was toxic af. And I’m just… confused. I’ve never really thought through the process of dating a girl. I’ve never processed that as an option. But now that I am it seems potentially more appealing than the other option. But I still don’t even know if I’m attracted to girls. I think girls are beautiful but how do I know if I’m attracted to them. And a part of me just thinks I’m being dramatic or doing this for attention. Or that I just feel lonely and I feel a kinship with the lgbtq+ community so I’m clinging to it. I don’t know what to do. I’m crying writing this post and feeling really alone. I doubt anyone made it this far but if you did please let me know what you think. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my long ramble.

Also I thought I should add that I was absolutely heartbroken and upset when my best girl friend from middle and high school said we would go to prom together and then she end up ditching me after a guy she didn’t even like asked her. I had absolutely no thoughts that I could possibly like her or be attracted to her at the time and I’m still not sure I see her that way because our relationship felt pretty platonic. That was another unbalanced friendship where I was giving way more than I was getting back yet I was so reluctant to let go of it.

[thefreakishmuffin]

Let’s examine the dynamic between Hunter and Luz, Part 2

Whoop this is gonna be a long one as well...

Note that some of this may drift a little bit away from analyzing solely Hunter and Luz’s dynamic, but I promise I’ll always circle back to it.

Link to part 1 is right here

Last we left off, Luz and Hunter have decided to join forces in a truce to thwart Kikimora’s plans to give Emperor Belos the palismen herself. On a wall, Luz draws a fire glyph and an ice glyph and connects them together. Intrigued, Hunter states that he’s never seen a spell like this before, and asks what it will do. Luz begins explaining how it’ll work, only for Hunter to pick up on what she’s doing halfway through and finish the explanation for her. Luz looks at him, thoroughly surprised that he has such knowledge.

Hunter apologizes for interrupting and states that he read about a similar spell in a book about Wild Magic, which happens to be a book Luz has read as well. Hunter seems surprised in turn when realizing him and Luz share a common interest in Wild Magic. He starts to have what I call a “nerd moment”, where he’s starting to get really excited about what he’s talking about. He mentions that these glyphs look very similar to magic that was once practiced back in the Savage Ages. He seems almost thrilled to be talking to someone else who’s interested in Wild Magic, which is something he can’t talk freely about in the Emperors Coven, lest he receive abuse from Belos. 

However, his smile fades and he cuts himself off, saying that information on Wild Magic is restricted for a reason, and that Luz ought to stop messing around with it before she gets hurt. 

And here is something that strikes me as interesting; Hunter’s family is supposedly gone because of Wild Magic. So if that’s the case, then why is he so fascinated with Wild Magic himself, to the point where it’s something he even greatly enjoys studying and talking about? I can’t really think of any other good reason for this, other than the idea that when Belos mentioned their family, he was really talking about his own family, since it’s alluded that Hunter was likely “adopted” to Belos’ family in a way.

After Hunter tells Luz to stop messing with Wild Magic, Luz tells him that, outside of Lilith, she’s never talked to anyone from the Emperors Coven before. And asks what made him want to join? Hunter looks genuinely surprised. It doesn’t seem like he’s ever been asked this question before. Looking away from Luz, perhaps in a sense of shame, he admits that he’s a powerless witch, and that most of his ancestors were. He never felt like he’d ever have a future in their world. That is until Belos found him and took him in, and gave him a staff with artificial magic, telling Hunter that the Titan had “big plans” for him. 

Let’s go over a little analysis here. Hunter says that Belos found him. This is the statement that leads many of us to believe that the two of them aren’t actually blood-related. However, to me it still seems odd that Hunter would call Belos his uncle. Perhaps Belos wanted Hunter to call him uncle? Maybe, but it still seems odd to me for Belos to take in this random young boy as his family. Especially when Belos refers to their family as being the same thing. Part of me believes that perhaps Belos is his biological uncle, but he was estranged from the family. Either way, it’s an interesting bit. 

And we also have a better understanding as to why Hunter stays in the Emperor’s Coven (besides everything I went over in my post analyzing his dynamic with Emperor Belos). The Emperor gave him a purpose in his life, giving him magic when he never had any. Giving him a title, and making him important. This all likely seemed wonderful to Hunter at first, but as we see later on it comes with a definite price. 

Alright back to Hunter’s dynamic with Luz...

Luz listens to what Hunter has to say, and she sits beside him saying, “It must be nice to have your future planned out for you.” To which Hunter responds, “At least you get to plan your own.” It’s this exchange right here that really shows how Hunter feels about his situation. He wants to be free to decide what he wants to do with his life, but he’s now found himself bound to the Emperor’s Cult Coven, tied to a future he’s not sure he even wants. More than anything, Hunter wants to be free. This is the deepest desire of his heart.

And how do I know this? Because right after he speaks right here, Little Rascal, the red cardinal palisman, shows up and comes right to him. Palisman are drawn toward like-minded souls, and the palisman at Hexside chose someone after they shared their deepest wish. This palisman wants freedom, just like Hunter, and this is why he chooses to become his palisman at the end of the episode. (Not to mention Rascal was trying to run away and ‘be free’ at the beginning of the episode).

Okay, again, back to Hunter and Luz’s dynamic...

After their little conversation, Luz and Hunter team up and Luz prepares to cast the spell. Tough hesitant at first, gives Hunter his staff. He asks if she’s sure, and she puts her trust in him. He takes back his staff and Luz activates the glyphs. The plan goes well and Kikimora’s hand dragon falls from the sky, both with her and the palismen as well. But as soon as Luz goes to make sure the palismen are okay, Hunter is ready to betray her, activating his staff and pointing it right at her. 

Luz, however, isn’t angry with him. She’s clearly not happy with him here, but she’s not angry. But rather hurt and disappointed. She asks Hunter if he’s really willing to give up innocents to Belos. Luz then delivers this important and impactful line to Hunter: “I thought that maybe you were a good guy. But I guess I was wrong. You’re not my friend. You’re just the Golden Guard.”

That last comment seems to deeply hurt him. The idea of just being the Golden Guard and losing himself to that false identity is a scary thing for him to think about. So, in that moment, he lowers his staff, removes his mask, and finally reveals his true name to Luz. Hunter did this because he finally got to connect with someone for probably the first time in his life. And I mean really connect with someone. He was starting to feel like someone saw him for him, and not the Golden Guard. So when Luz said that he’s just the Golden Guard, he was hurt, and immediately decided to try and change that. he didn’t want the one person he’s been able to connect with to know him as a title. He wanted her to know him as a person. And what better way to do that than start by telling someone your name?

Luz gasps when Hunter reveals to her his real name. But why? Was it because she saw the good in him, and maybe thought he was having a change of heart? Or was it because he was suddenly sharing such a personal piece of himself? I’m not quite sure on that part. 

But this moment is cut short when a very disoriented Kikimora tries to attack Luz and Hunter. Hunter is quick to defend Luz, once again showing great fighting skill, and allows a now conflicted and troubled Luz to get away. Both of them are now not sure what to make of the other. Are they friends now? Are they still enemies? Neither one of them seems entirely sure. 

And the last bit I want to touch upon here is how at the end of the episode where Kikimora asks Hunter how he survived the ship crash. He simply tells her he was helped by local travelers. Notice how he consciously chooses not to rat out Luz. Just a few hours ago he was ready to arrest her and even threatened her life, but now he’s making an effort to defend and keep her safe. 

These two characters are some of the most interesting in the entire series so far, and the dynamic between these two is only going to get more and more interesting the more time goes on, and the more often they are able to meet.

[mint-yooxgi]

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: 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: It’s 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. I’ve 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!

“Is everything prepped and ready for tomorrow?” He asks, expression stern as he looks towards his adviser. 

“Yes, my Prince,” with a nod from the adviser, a smirk begins to slowly spread itself across Jaehyun’s lips.

“Perfect,” 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 he’s waited, watching in the shadows until this day would come. Until finally, he can have everything that he’s ever wanted. Tomorrow, he’ll 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 you’re a kindhearted individual. However, if it weren’t 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, he’s been sneaking out of the castle at least five times a week to find you, and once he did, he couldn’t 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 you’re 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, you’re his responsibility now, and he’ll make sure to take care of you in any and every way that he can. 

Soon, the whole kingdom will know that you are meant to be his, the Crown Prince’s 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 he’s 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 he’s going to wear, how he’s going to make a grand entrance when meeting you for the first time, as well as the first thing he’s going to say to you once he sees you. 

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 you’ll bite your lip as you take him in with the realization that he’s 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.

“Get up! There’s a royal advisor at our front door asking for you, personally,” she tears your blankets off of you before moving over to your dresser to pull out some of your nicest clothes. “Apparently he has a message from the Prince. For you.”

“For me?” 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.

“Yes, you,” your mother tuts at your confused look as you clamber out of bed. “Now hurry up and get dressed. Don’t keep him waiting.”

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, it’s just a message, it can’t 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, you’re 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 mother’s 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 he’s the advisor.

“Ah, good, you must be Miss (Y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he bows to you. “My name is Minho, and I come bearing a message from Prince Jaehyun himself.”

You bow back respectfully, nodding for him to continue as your mother smiles almost nervously from the side of the room.

“You are to be moved to the castle immediately,” he says as your eyes go wide. “You are to be betrothed to Prince Jaehyun effective immediately.”

“Excuse me?” Your jaw has dropped, disbelief clear on your face.

“You are to be moved-“

“No, no, I heard you,” you cut him off, “I meant, what the actual fuck?”

“(Y/n)!” Your mother scolds.

“What? You’re telling me that this completely unprompted visit is to tell me I am to become the prince’s fiancée without any say in the matter?” You ask, incredulously.

“I apologize, I should have been clearer,” Minho clears his throat. “You do get a choice, as it is the Prince’s intention to court you first. However, in doing so, it requires you to come stay at the palace for the time being.”

“I-“ your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, “do I have a choice in this?”

“Of course!” Minho immediately responds. “I 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 shouldn’t keep him waiting too long.”

“I-“ you’re about to object once more when your mother cuts you off.

“Go with him, sweetie,” you frown at the look she’s giving you. You don’t think you’ve ever heard her voice sound so tense, completely different to how she looked when she first entered your room not ten minutes ago. “He told me you would have to leave immediately, so I’ll send a few bags with your stuff later this week.”

“But mom-“

“No buts,” she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the Prince chose you, no less. Please be on your best behaviour.”

“Great, then it’s settled!” 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. “Thank you for your hospitality,” he bows to your mother once at the door, “we’ll be in touch.”

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.

“Guess leaving is so urgent that I can’t change out of my pyjamas, huh?” You joke, a hint of seriousness to your tone as you cross your arms. 

Minho soon slides into the front seat beside the driver whom has been waiting in the car this whole time.

“I’m afraid not, Miss,” he replies, pulling out his phone. “We’re on a tight schedule today.”

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. 

You’ve 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 that’s actually true. Another part of you feels excitement at the thought of being sought after by the prince himself. Maybe that’s why you’re 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.

“If you think the outside is grand, just wait until you see the inside,” 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. You’re sure you’ll have plenty of time to admire and explore the castle once you get settled inside.

“So, uh…“ you trail off, following Minho up the steps, not knowing what to ask first.

“I’ll be leading you to your personal chambers while you’re going to be staying here, then some servants will be coming to prepare you for lunch with the Prince,” 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. “I’m 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.”

At this you can feel your face heat up in slight embarrassment, “sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Miss,” Minho smiles at you assuringly. “It’s quite nice to see someone admiring the architecture once more.”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head slightly in curiosity.

“Oh, it’s just been quite a while since we’ve had a new guest who’s admired the detailing as you are,” he says.

“Must not get many new guests then,” you mutter, but he still manages to hear you.

“No, not really,” he sighs, eyes soon going wide as he’s come to realize what he’s just said, clearing his throat in the next moment. “I mean, I’ve said enough already.”

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 you’ve 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.

“One second,” you hold up a finger, indicating to Minho to stop and let you catch your breath.

“Alright, but we really mustn’t delay, Miss,” 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 you’re now in, checking his watch on the way and noticing he’ll make it just in time. It’s 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. You’re 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 you’re seeing, this is all so unbelievable. To think, your lifestyle quite literally has changed in the blink of an eye. 

Now, if only you could see what rests behind the privacy screen. You’ve avoided opening the doors so far due to the fact that you’re unsure what’s waiting for you on the other side. In the back of your mind, you hope it’s not another room. More particularly, that it’s not the Prince’s 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, “so, uh, am I allowed to see what’s behind those privacy doors,” you motion to them with your head, “or is that part off-limits?”

Your attempt at a joke earns a small chuckle from him, “actually, I believe the Prince should be joining us soon.”

“Is that the Prince’s room?” Your eyes widen as your suspicion is all but confirmed. You know you’re expected to become close with him, but you aren’t expecting to be literally sharing a room.

“Oh, no!” Minho is quick to answer, to which you breathe a small sigh of relief. “I 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.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod in understanding. “Glad to know he’s taking such precautions for me.”

Of course! He wants nothing but the best for you, after all. It’s what you deserve. Jaehyun’s 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 you’re stunned would be an understatement. You don’t think you’ve 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. 

For a brief moment, your gaze rakes over his entire body, and you have to stop yourself from inhaling sharply once more. He’s wearing the finest embroidered suit that you’ve 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 he’s 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 aren’t quite sure, but fuck, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t 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, he’s 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 couldn’t 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 you’re going to be spending eternity together, he doesn’t want to push you away now.

You don’t 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 you’re still in your sleep clothes.

On the other hand, Jaehyun thinks that it’s so endearing that you’re still dressed in your pyjamas. Were you that excited to meet him that you couldn’t even wait to leave, meaning you forwent changing? How adorable.

“Miss (Y/n), may I formally introduce you to Prince-“

“Jung Jaehyun,” 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. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Introducing yourself, your voice is a bit airy, still breathless due to everything that you’ve encountered so far. You’re especially impressed with the way he’s held himself, “the pleasure is all mine, Your Highness.”

“Please,” 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, “call me Jaehyun.”

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 don’t necessarily think you’re anything special, but Jaehyun would beg to differ.

“Um, I was told that we were going to be dining soon?” 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.

“Ah, yes,” Jaehyun nods once in confirmation. “That is, if you’re willing to join me for lunch. Of course, I’ll let you change first, unless you’d prefer to stay in those.”

At the motion of his head towards your choice in outfit, you can feel your cheeks heating up once more in embarrassment.

“Oh, uh…” you avoid his gaze for the first time today, and he can’t help but be reminded of how cute you are as you add quietly, “I don’t have anything else to wear.”

He simply quirks a brow in response, “has Minho not shown you your wardrobe yet?”

“No, I-“ you smile sheepishly, “I didn’t get a chance to pack any of my own clothes before I left. I mean, I didn’t even have a chance to change.”

He chuckles this time in response, “come with me, Princess.”

You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters when he calls you that. A fact which only makes him smile subtly. You haven’t 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 you’ve 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.

“Is this-“ you blink, attempting to wrap your head around everything as you try to get the words out, “is this-“

“It’s all for you, Princess,” Jaehyun smiles at your wide eyed expression.

“I-“ you turn to him, “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assures you.

“Honestly, I’m torn,” 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.

“I’m torn between ‘I can’t accept this’, and ‘thank you so much’,” you admit, and you hear him chuckle once more. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Minho tense.

“Always so humble,” he hums. “Don’t worry about it, it’s a gift.”

“I-“ you take a deep breath, “thank you.”

He smiles, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants, “just promise me that you’ll use it.”

You notice how he motions to the closet with his head, and you immediately nod, “of course.”

“Good,” he nods once. “Well, I’ll let you get ready. Maria and Greta should be arriving soon to prepare you for lunch.”

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.

“I’ll see you soon, Princess,” with those words, he walks out of your room. 

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 you’re someone to be cautious of. You send them a reassuring smile, introducing yourself shortly after.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman the Prince has been talking non-stop about,” Maria admits, seeming to relax more now that you’ve talked to the two of them.

“Maria,” Greta hisses while elbowing her partner. Your brow furrows, it seems as if they’re not allowed to talk about that in front of you.

“He’s talked about me?” You question as they move you into the closet to pick out an outfit for the day.

“Oh yes,” Maria nods. “He’s been very… excited for you to come visit the palace.”

“I won’t warn you again,” Greta narrows her eyes at Maria disapprovingly.

“Am I not allowed to ask about it then?” You frown.

“Oh, you can ask any and all the questions you’d like,” Greta answers, pulling a simple gown down from the racks. “We’re just not supposed to talk about certain things.”

“Like the Prince?”

“Listen dearie,” Greta sighs. “If you knew what’s best for you, you’d run, and run far.”

Her words only serve to confuse you even more, especially at the nervous expression Maria now wears on her face.

“Is there something I should know?” You ask as they help you into the dress.

“Don’t listen to Greta, dear,” Maria pats your arm gently once the dress is secure. “The Prince is a wonderful gentleman, and from the looks of things, he’s completely smitten with you.”

“But he hardly even knows me,” you mumble as they start to work on your hair.

“He knows you better than you think,” Greta’s voice is barely above a whisper. In fact, it’s so faint, you don’t catch all of what she says.

“Pardon me?” You catch her gaze in the mirror they have you sitting in front of now.

“All the more reason for you to get to know him better,” she corrects herself with a smile, though it doesn’t 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 you’re here, you will have a friend in her. Greta, on the other hand, you’re 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.

“There, all finished,” Maria smiles warmly at you as she helps you stand up.

“Thank you,” you smile back, smoothing out the front of your gown subconsciously.

“Come now,” Greta says, checking her watch, “or else we’ll be late.”

“Oh dear, we wouldn’t want that,” Maria suddenly looks worried. “We’ll lead you to the dining room. His Highness should already be waiting.”

“I guess I shouldn’t keep him waiting, then,” 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, “no, you really shouldn’t.”

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 can’t wait to start his forever with you, and today is day one.

“Ready for lunch?” He asks, turning around just as you walk up to him.

You nod, humming your eagerness. You can’t 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, you’re 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, he’s got the cutest dimples you’ve 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. You’re so beautiful, and the fact that you’re admiring everything he shows you so far, along with how grateful you’ve been towards him, assures him that he’s made the best choice in choosing you as his fiancée.

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 he’s leading you back to your room for the evening. He’s told you that you’ll 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.

“If you ever need me, I’m just down the hallway to your left,” he tells you, of which you find yourself nodding in response. “If an emergency ever arises, come and get me. No matter the time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, lips twitching upwards in a half smile. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” he returns your smile. “I’ll always be here for you.”

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 he’s in a daze.

Before you know it, he’s blinking as if to clear his head while clearing his throat, “well, I’ve got a few things to attend to before dinner. I’ll have someone bring you something to eat for then. In the meantime, feel free to do whatever you’d like, just let Maria know where you’ll be.”

“Sounds good,” you smile once more.

“See you later, Princess,” 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. 

Watching his figure disappear down the hallway, you let out a blissful sigh. Lunch was enjoyable, and you can’t wait to see what else he has in store for you. Not only that, but you can’t 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 you’re particularly nervous about would be meeting his mother. Based off of what he’s 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 that’s 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 you’re to marry her son, having her like you would be a huge success.

“You okay there?” Maria’s voice manages to pull you out of your own thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you reply absentmindedly, walking further into the room as the door falls shut. Your brow furrows slightly as you notice Greta isn’t with her this time. “Where’s Greta?”

Maria stiffens ever so slightly, “she has this afternoon and evening off.”

“Ah, makes sense,” you nod, moving to sit on your bed.

“Is there anything I can get for you, Miss?” She asks politely.

“Not at the moment, thank you,” you shoot her a grateful smile. “I think I might just nap, I am a bit sleepy.”

“Alright, well, I’ll help you change,” 

“No need, I can do it myself,”

“No, please, I insist,” she’s already begun to move around your room and grabs a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. “After all, it’s what I’m here for.”

“Well, okay,” 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 Jung’s for as long as she can remember, but she doesn’t 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 couldn’t possibly know that. Could he?

“The Prince made special preparations for you before you came,” Maria says, noticing your stare.

“This is my favourite dish,” you comment.

“I take it everything is to your liking, then?” She smiles.

“Of course, but I still don’t understand how he knows this is my favourite dish,” you say.

“If I’m not mistaken, I believe he was informed by your mother,”

“He’s talked with my mom?” Your eyes widen slightly in surprise.

“Oh, I mean, Minho was told by your mother, who in turn told Prince Jaehyun when he got back to the palace today,” Maria is quick to correct herself.

“Ah, I see,” you turn back to the food spread out in front of you. “Oh my! Where are my manners? Would you like anything?”

Maria almost looks caught off guard by your offer of sharing your food with her, “oh, no, thank you! I couldn’t.”

“Nonsense,” you shake your head, pushing one of the many side dishes over to her. “I don’t like eating alone, anyways.”

“Are you sure?” Her voice is hesitant, gnawing her bottom lip in worry.

“Of course,” you confirm. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

“Thank you, Miss,” 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, he’ll dispose of the problem soon enough.

“Minho, I still don’t understand what’s going on-“ Greta’s 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.

“Your Highness,” she bows respectively. “How may I be of service to you?”

“I have a favour to ask of you, Greta,” the way he says her name sends a shiver of fear running down her spine: full of venom and malice.

“Y-yes, sir, what is it?” Her blood is rushing through her. She’s heard of the Prince’s famous glare but never having been on the receiving end, there’s nothing that could have prepared her for the look of bloodlust in his eyes that came about so suddenly.

“I want you to run, Greta,” he pushes himself off the edge the desk, staring directly into her eyes, “and run far.”

A gasp escapes her lips. He heard.

“Well?” He hums, tauntingly, amusement shining in his eyes as he stares at her now trembling form. “What are you waiting for? That’s an order.”

With a shaky nod from her, she’s 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. This’ll be fun, he hasn’t 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. 

Anyone else, on the other hand? Fair game.

“Are you really sure this is necessary, my Prince?” Minho nervously watches Jaehyun as he passes through the doorway into the hall.

“Of course,” Jaehyun smiles, but it only serves to unnerve Minho as Jaehyun’s eyes flash red in the next moment. “She nearly lost me what is mine.”

In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun is gone from his sight, and Minho can only breathe a sigh of relief that he’s left unharmed this evening. Once Jaehyun sets his mind to something, there is no changing it. No one can stop him when he’s on a warpath, and Minho is just glad that he isn’t on the receiving end of one of the Prince’s 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 Jaehyun’s malicious smirk, fangs on full display as he tears into her throat. Once he’s sure she’s 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.

“Somebody clean this mess up,” 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 Greta’s dead body. “Now!”

He doesn’t 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 he’ll still be able to smell your scent, and hear whatever it is that you’re doing. That’s 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 mother’s 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 it’s 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 didn’t exactly approve of him essentially stalking you, what he just calls taking a keen interest in making sure you’re doing alright. If Greta was any indication of how his mother will act, he knows she’ll 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 can’t 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 you’ve enchanted him since the moment he first laid eyes on you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he smiles, noticing how you react positively to his words.

“Good morning,” you greet back politely, a small smile gracing your own features.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, noticing Maria has already remade your bed.

“Quite,” you nod, smile only widening as you look at him. “Did you?”

“I did indeed,” he hums in response, though he would have slept better if you were in his arms. “Are you ready for today?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you let out a nervous chuckle as you step into the hallway, closing the door gently behind you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time,” he assures you, extending his arm out for you to loop yours with his. “Let’s get going.”

“Yes, let’s,” you hum back, taking his arm as you begin to walk down the hallway. “Any advice for me before we meet you mother?”

“Just be your usual charming self, and I’m sure you’ll be fine,” 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 doesn’t 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 he’s able to distract you. The whole time, he observes you fondly, glad to know that he can ease your nerves slightly, even if you’ve 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, you’ve 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. 

Your heart races in your chest, nerves momentarily returning as you’re faced with the task at hand. This is one of the most important moments in your mind, for if his mother doesn’t 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 she’s watching he son more closely than she’s 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, you’re only grateful for the momentary relief you feel as you finally stop just before her throne.

“Mother, I’d like to formally introduce you to the woman whom I’d like to become my betrothed,” Jaehyun introduces you, telling her your name shortly after.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty,” you say, bowing politely in introduction to the queen.

“Please, Your Majesty sounds so formal,” the queen waves her hand slightly in the air as if dismissing the remark before leaning forwards slightly in her throne, “call me Cathy.”

“Huh,” you muse, “like mother, like son.”

“Oh?” Cathy’s amusement is clear on her face as she looks from Jaehyun over to you.

“Yes,” you confirm. “It seems not liking titles runs in the family. Jaehyun’s also told me to call him by his name instead of his title.”

“Has he now?” Cathy leans back, eyeing her son suspiciously. That’s 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 son’s other playthings ever got to address him by his first name. “And has he been treating you alright so far?”

Jaehyun’s eyes narrow ever so subtly at his mother, for he knows what game she’s playing. Like hell she’ll catch him slipping up.

“He’s been nothing but a gentleman since I’ve arrived,” you respond, and if your words don’t fill his chest with pride, nothing else will. He can hardly wait for you to see what else he has in store for you.

“I see,” she hums, placing her hands gracefully in her lap.

“I’d also just like to thank you very much for your hospitality, and for letting me stay at the palace during this time,” you bow deeply once more. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetie,” she smiles. “Anything for the one my little Jaehyunnie has been so obsessed with lately.”

“Mother,” Jaehyun’s 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 it’s the sweetest sound, if not for the circumstances. “So I’ve heard.”

“Ah, I see,” Cathy grins. “He’s already told you all about how he-“

“Are you quite content, mother?” Jaehyun interrupts, eyes flashing his warning towards Cathy who only appears to be amused at his antics.

“Oh, indeed,” she smiles back, though you fail to register the malice hidden behind her lips. “I was only hoping to be joined by Miss (Y/n) here for some morning beverages. I’d love to get to know her better, if she’s alright with that, of course.”

Before Jaehyun can even respond, you’re already speaking, “I’d love that.”

“Excellent!” 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. “If you’d be so kind as to join me.”

“Of course! Thank you,” you take her hand, allowing her to lead you out of the throne room as your arm slips out of Jaehyun’s 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.

“Thank you,” you repeat your words from earlier once you’re seated, graciously accepting the cup that is handed to you.

“I’m so glad you could join me this morning for a little girl talk,” she smiles, tilting her own cup in your direction in a mock ‘cheers’ gesture, of which you mirror.

“It’s nice to be invited,” you reply, taking a sip of your drink.

“I want you to know that you can come to me for anything, dear,” she says, looking you directly in your eyes and you’re momentarily stunned by how sincere she looks. “Absolutely anything.”

“Oh my,” you blink a few times in surprise, “that’s awfully kind of you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good,” her gaze lessens in intensity, allowing for your shoulders to relax slightly, not that you had even been aware of tensing them. “I know how my son can be, so your safety and happiness is my number one priority.”

“Thank you,” is all you can say, and you’re starting to feel like a broken record, but you truly are grateful for her words. Though, you don’t 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 she’s just putting up a nice front for your sake at the moment. Either way, you’ll make sure not to do anything that would warrant her to dislike you.

“So, tell me about yourself,” 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. She’s nothing like how Jaehyun described, which only makes you believe that that’s his familial side talking. Perhaps they’re 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 he’ll 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 she’s nothing at all like you were expecting. It’ll be nice to have another person that you can consider a friend while you’re staying here.

Making it back to your room, you’re 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. 

“I’m a little surprised though,” you admit.

“Why’s that?” She asks, brow furrowing in slight concern.

“Jaehyun told me that she was a hard woman to please,”

“Really?” Her voice comes out in mild disbelief. From what she knows of the Queen, she’s 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.

“Still, I’m glad we made such a connection today,” you smile. “That’s good, right? Getting his mom to like me is a step in a positive direction.”

“Of course, Miss,” 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.

“By the way, how’s Greta doing? I haven’t seen her since yesterday,” you wonder aloud, almost missing the way Maria’s shoulders seem to tense at the inquiry.

“Oh, uh, about that,” Maria says, eyes shifting nervously around the room. She’s just grateful she’s facing away from you at the moment. “Greta took a vacation to go visit her family, so she won’t be back for a while.”

“Ah, I see,” you hum. “That’s nice, hopefully she has a lovely time with her family.”

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.

“Yeah,” Maria replies, somewhat breathless. “Hopefully.”

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 you’re beginning to settle into things at the castle. You especially look forward to the weekly girl talk dates with Cathy, of which she’s asked you to start calling her ‘mom’. Each time she does, you smile shyly and your heart warms, though when you told Jaehyun, he seemed quite shocked.

You’ve 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 one’s you’ve encountered so far are. They’ve 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 won’t tell you the amount of teeth he’s pulled, eyes he’s gouged out, or even tongues he’s 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 Jaehyun’s 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 you’re 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.

“Scream, and I will end you,” Jaehyun seethes, not giving a second thought as he crushes Shotaro’s hand in his grip, hearing the bones snapping beneath the pressure. The tears he sees threatening to fall from this pest’s eyes only serve to widen the sadistic smile on Jaehyun’s face. “If you ever touch what’s mine again, your hand won’t be the only part of you I shatter. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, my Prince,” Shotaro stutters out, fear pouring off of him from every angle.

“Now, you better go get that hand of yours fixed up,” Jaehyun tilts his head slightly, a malicious gleam in his eyes. “We wouldn’t want any bones to set and start healing in the wrong place, now would we?”

“N-no, my Prince,” he shakes his head, clutching his broken hand to his chest as soon as Jaehyun releases his grip.

“Good,” Jaehyun hums, a dark expression taking over his features. “Now, get out of my sight.”

Immediately, Shotaro flees the scene, fearing the Prince might inflict more of his wrath upon him. How you haven’t noticed Jaehyun’s 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. It’s then that you realize that you’ve been walking alone with her for the past two minutes, causing your brow to furrow slightly.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” You verbalize your thoughts, and just as you’re about to turn around to look for him, you feel his comforting hand on the small of your back.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to check up on something back at the stables,” his smile is dazzling and you can’t 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.

“Are you finally going to join us today, Jaehyunnie?” Cathy asks, standing from her seat and making her way towards the two of you.

“Oh, I’d love that,” you look towards him with a hopeful expression, eyes wide.

“Not today, unfortunately,” the look you’re 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. “Maybe next time.”

“Alright,” you sigh, slightly disappointed. You love spending time with him, almost as much as he does with you. “You promise?”

“I promise,” he smiles, placing a gentle kiss onto your forehead as he reluctantly steps aways from you, only to see his mother observing him carefully. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Okay,” 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 they’ve closed behind him.

“Ready to go, dear?” Cathy’s 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 you’re liking staying at the palace so far. You tell her honestly that you’re 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 you’re not quite sure why.

“How’s your family? Have you been writing to them like I suggested?” Cathy sips her drink, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, I completely forgot,” 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 didn’t quite look too enthused when you mentioned writing to them, but that could just be your faulty memory. “I should write them today, I do miss them greatly.”

“Would you like to visit them?”

“I’d love to,” you smile softly, not believing it to be possible. “But-“

“Excellent! I’ll make arrangements for you to visit them tomorrow,” Cathy interjects, a chipper expression on her face.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough,” at this point you know not to question her decisions.

“Nonsense,” she places her hand gently on top of yours which has been resting on the table between the two of you. “It’s the least I can do. After all, with how much you talk about your family, I can tell they’re important to you.”

“They are,” you confirm, looking over to meet her fond gaze.

“You have a kind heart, (Y/n),” she hums, shifting her gaze to look out over the garden. “Guard it well.”

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, you’ll be able to catch up with them and tell them all about what’s been going on in your life. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can introduce Jaehyun to them as well.

That evening, after Jaehyun has bid you a goodnight, he storms into his mother’s 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.

“You promised to let her see her family tomorrow?” He seethes, voice booming as there’s no fear you may overhear. After all, your room is all the way on the opposite side of the castle.

“Oh, Jaehyunnie, what a pleasant surprise for you to drop by to finally come visit your dear mother,” she feigns interest, sparing him a side glance before going back to her nightly routine.

“Spare the small talk, mother,” he spits, brows furrowed in anger. “Why would you do something like this?”

“Are you that obsessed with isolating the poor girl?” Cathy hums, tilting her head questioningly at her son. “She needs to socialize with other people, she can’t just stay around you the whole time.”

“I’m the only one she needs,” his voice is low, a growl threatening to rise up his throat. “The only one she’ll ever need.”

“You do not own her,”

“I know,” he snaps. “I’ve worked too damn hard to let her go now.”

“You have a lot to realize before you should even think about calling her yours,” 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. “You cannot control her.”

“Everything’s gone according to plan thus far,” he retorts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Besides a few minor set backs which have been disposed of.”

“Ah, yes,” she muses. “I’d appreciate if you stopped mutilating my servants, let alone killing them.”

“It’s no less than they deserve,” he counters.

“And what does your beloved think about that side of you?”

A brief moment of silence settles around the room, speaking volumes in Cathy’s eyes, until he breaks it.

“She doesn’t know,” Jaehyun watches his mother move around her room carefully, eyes narrowed in distaste. “She never will."

“My child, there will come a day when her eyes are opened to see your true colours,” Cathy warns, pausing in her step to turn and look down upon Jaehyun with her nose upturned. 

“Is that a threat, mother?” 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.

“It’s not a threat if I only speak the truth,” she replies calmly, only causing his anger to flare more than it already has. “Do 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 don’t 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.”

Jaehyun’s blood boils, eyes filling with fury as they remain red, “you’ve been doing what?”

“Warning them about you and devising a plan to free the lovely Miss (Y/n) from your clutches,” her brow quirks as she watches her son fume before her very eyes. 

“I’ll kill them if they so much as even try,” he hisses, chest heaving with every breath as he is thrown into this situation. He’s come this far, there’s no way he’s letting you go now.

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Cathy’s voice is steady, firm in her command of the room. “Enough blood has already been spilt on your account.”

“Clearly, there hasn’t been enough,” 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, “you dare threaten me? Let’s 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.”

“I don’t care who you may be to me, mother,” he seethes, straightening his back and matching her ferocity with his own, “but if you so much as even attempt to take what’s mine away from me, I’ll kill you.”

Without another word between them, Jaehyun is storming out of his mother’s 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, she’ll 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.

“You’re awfully happy this morning,” Maria comments as she does your hair for the day.

“I am,” you agree. “I haven’t seen my family in months and I can’t wait to introduce them to Jaehyun.”

“That’ll be lovely!” Maria replies, though you catch her grimace in the mirror.

“What is it?” You question, eyes wide with concern.

“Nothing to worry yourself about,” she tells you, shrugging off your inquiries.

“Clearly it’s something,” you counter, to which she sighs.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the Prince will not be joining you right away this morning,” Maria admits, to which your expression drops slightly.

“Oh,”

“But don’t worry! He told me to tell you that he’d be along as soon as he can,” Maria continues, giving your shoulders a quick rub in encouragement. “He just has a few things to tend to first. You know, political duties and such.”

“I understand,” you nod, still visibly disappointed you won’t be arriving at the same time, nor travelling together this morning.

“Come on, dear, let’s get you changed,” 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, you’re 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. 

Restless wouldn’t 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 hasn’t 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 you’re safe, he’s 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, there’s a slight spring to your step, pushing open the front door in the next moment and calling out a cheerful ‘I’m home’! Oh, how good it feels, too.

“(Y/n)?” You hear your mother’s voice sound from the kitchen before her head is peeking out from the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief. “Is that you?”

“Hey, mom,” you greet, kicking off your shoes and running over to embrace her, her arms already spread open in anticipation.

“It’s so good to see you again, sweetie,” she says, hugging you even closer than before, almost as if she’s afraid you’ll disappear in a moment’s notice. “When the queen sent notice last night of you coming to visit this morning, I could hardly believe it.”

“More like you couldn’t believe it,” Lori’s 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. “Where’s the Prince? I’m surprised you two aren’t joined at the hip.”

You roll you eyes at this, “it’s lovely to see you, too, Lori. I’ve missed you so much.”

She merely sticks her tongue out at you in response, coming over to squish you in a hug in the next second. “Yeah, yeah, I missed you, too.”

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 she’s also missed teasing you, just as you’ve missed teasing her.

“If you must know,” you say, pulling away from Lori after a long hug. “Jaehyun will be coming by later, he’s just got a few things to attend to first. He sends his regards, though, for the time being.”

“Wow, first name basis with the Prince,” Lori whistles lowly. “That’s a shocker considering I’ve heard that he doesn’t let just anyone call him that.”

“Lori,” your mother shoots a warning look at your sister.

“What? It’s the truth,” she shrugs, only causing you to chuckle.

“Well, we are pretty close,”

“I’ll say,” Lori hums. “Speaking of, has he ever told you why he chose you, or how he even found out about you in the first place?”

“Lori, my word,” your mother shoots her another look, as if to tell her to quit while she’s ahead.

“Mom, it’s okay,” you chuckle, voice nothing but reassuring. “I 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.”

“And?” She motions with her hand for you to continue.

“He 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?” Seeing her nod, you continue, “anyways, he apparently appreciated my wit and humour and decided to learn more about me. Well, here we are.”

The smile you send your mother and sister only serves to unnerve them slightly. They’ve been told not to tell you that Jaemin has gone missing since you’ve left for the palace.

“You believe him?” Lori gives you a ‘really’ look, brow quirked in disbelief.

“I have no reason not to,” 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.

“You know how crazy that sounds, though, right?” She goes on to say. “After eavesdropping on your conversation he suddenly wants you to move to the palace so he can make you his wife? That’s very strange.”

“I mean, I was a little weirded out at first, but after he explained himself I felt better,” you say, leaning back slightly in your chair in order to relax. “I trust him.”

At your words, Lori only seems even more suspicious, your mother distracting you long enough for her to hide her concern.

“That’s nice, dear,” she smiles at you. “You must really like him, then.”

You hum in agreement, “I really do.”

“So,” your mother begins, sitting down to join you two at the table as the food heats up on the stove, “tell us everything.”

It takes you about an hour and a half to explain everything that’s 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 isn’t 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.

“All I’m just saying is that he seems too nice, from what you’re telling me,” her eyes hold the same suspicion you can hear clearly in her voice.

“He’s given me no reason to suspect otherwise,” you counter, a slight furrow to your brows.

“Yet he’s never once suggested visiting us, and when you do, he’s nowhere to be found,” Lori quirks a brow at you.

“It’s not his fault he has duties to attend to,” you defend him, upset that your sister doesn’t seem nearly as happy for you as you thought she’d be.

“Does he always have ‘duties’ to attend to when there’s something you want to do?” A knowing look is sent your way, as if she already knows how you’re going to answer. “If you’re always alone there, then why don’t you just come home? It sounds to me like you’d be better off that way, anyways.”

“No!” You immediately counter, crossing your arms in front of your chest, hurt that your own sister would even suggest something like this. “That’s not the case. He’s been nothing but caring and respectful towards me since I got there. I don’t expect him to wait on me hand and foot all the goddamn time. It’s nice having some space every once in a while, too.” You can tell you’ve momentarily stunned her with your answer as she looks at you, dumbfounded. Taking this opportunity, you continue, “if all you’re going to do is shit on my happiness, then I won’t bother to come home at all. I care about him and I know he cares about me, and all you’re doing is making your jealousy clear. I don’t want to move back home, I want to stay with him. I-“ you swallow, gathering your courage to utter your next words, “I’m in love with him.”

A soft gasp leaves your mother’s lips, “sweetie.”

“What?” You turn your attention to look at her, noticing how she’s already staring at you with an unreadable expression on her face, your sister sitting frozen in her spot at your admission.

“You love him,” comes your sister’s 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 didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“I do,” 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 it’s 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.

“I’ll get it,” your mother sighs, heading towards the front door to see who it could be.

“He has you wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he?” 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.

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear,” Lori mutters, shaking her head.

In an instant, you’re 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 everyone’s 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.

“Is everything alright?” He asks lowly, hand finding purchase on your lower back as you right yourself after fixing your one shoe.

“Fine,” you respond shortly, to the surprise of everyone in the room. “Thanks for lunch, mom. It was really nice seeing you again.”

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.

“Of course, dear,” she answers. “Is everything okay?”

You pull away, giving her a tight smile, “just a bad headache, is all.”

“Are you sure you don’t just want to lie down for a bit? You just got here,” she frowns, worry evident on her features along with a hint of what looks like sadness.

“I’m sure,” you reply, sending her a weak smile in return. 

One thing you’ve always been horrible at is hiding your emotions. Anyone can read them clear as day on your face, especially right now. That’s one thing Jaehyun has learned about you during your stay at the palace, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find out what happened. For now, he’ll 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 Lori’s head from her shoulders for causing you such distress.

Even though he’s only just entered the house, he’s 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 family’s 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 won’t 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.

“Okay, sweetie, if you’re sure,” even though she doesn’t look convinced, she doesn’t push the issue. “Come and visit again soon!”

“We will,” you give her another small smile that doesn’t 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.

“Is everything okay, Princess?” 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, “honestly, not really.”

He shifts closer, placing a comforting hand on your knee, “did you want to talk about it?”

A few moments pass by in silence as you attempt to calm yourself down. Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze once more.

“She called you a devil,” he inhales sharply at your words, feigning shock. “And I know how much you hate that word, let alone being called such a thing. I just couldn’t sit there and listen to any more of Lori’s bullshit slander of you.”

“I see,” he says, lips tugging downwards in a frown. On the inside though, he’s 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 you’re perfect for each other.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize for your family’s behaviour. “I just couldn’t stand how she was talking about you, or the fact that I felt like they were invalidating my feelings.”

“It’s not your fault,” 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.

“I was looking forward to you meeting them, too,” you pout, disappointment clear in your voice. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, Darling,” he sends you a reassuring smile. “If I’m being completely honest, I’m kind of glad we left early. I don’t think I would have had the heart to be proper company to your loved ones.”

This time, it’s your turn to look at him in concern, “is everything okay?”

“Not really,” 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. “No.”

“What’s wrong?” 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 he’s about to tell you.

“It’s my mother,” he pauses, swallowing a fake lump in his throat. “She’s been murdered.”

“Oh my god,” a gasp escapes your lips, a hand coming up to cover your mouth in shock.

“I was only just informed minutes before I arrived at your house,”

“Oh, Jaehyun,” your eyes hold nothing but sorrow as you embrace him, “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re doing an awful lot of apologizing today for things that aren’t your fault,” he comments, wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he pulls you closer into his chest.

“Still,” you whisper into his neck, “I’m sorry for your loss. Your mother was a wonderful person.”

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 wasn’t expecting you to shed actual tears when you learnt his mother had passed. Perhaps it’s 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, he’ll use this to his advantage, loving the feeling of having you pressed so close to him, clinging onto him like he’s the only one you’ll ever need.

Quietly, he shushes you, telling you that it’ll be alright. You’re quite surprised at how well he’s taking all of this, though you can tell he’s 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 Jaehyun’s 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, he’s used to others shouting and crying about how unfair he can be. The amount of people he’s 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. You’re 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 Queen’s 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. 

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 wouldn’t be even more suspicious towards him. The letters from her only seemed to increase after his mother’s 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, he’ll make sure to dispose of her soon, if she doesn’t stay in line.

Approximately two weeks after his mother’s 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 won’t be disturbed. After all, after the commotion of the past few weeks, it’s 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 other’s company without interruptions. Glancing down, Jaehyun catches your gaze.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today yet?” He smiles softly up at you as he watches the evening sun kiss your skin.

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder his question, gazing out over the gardens as you teasingly tap your chin. “I don’t think you have.”

“It’s a shame, then,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. “All the stars in both heaven and on earth could never compare to your beauty.”

The way he looks at you, like you’re 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?

“Don’t hide that pretty face from me, Darling,” 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. “From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me.”

“Jae,” the whisper of his name from your lips sends a shiver down his spine.

“Getting to know you over these past few months has only confirmed my first thought I had of you,” he tells you, stroking his thumb slowly over your bottom lip as you watch him carefully.

“Oh?” Your gaze becomes hooded as you watch him, his own eyes focussed on the way his thumb is caressing your lip. “What might that be?”

“You’re perfect,” his voice is low, seductive, as he moves his hand to the back of your neck, thumb now stroking the nape.

“You must not have met many good people, then,” 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.

“No,” he replies softly, “I haven’t.”

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 other’s eyes. A moment of silence passes between the two of you before Jaehyun is breaking it.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,”

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 you’re 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 you’re alone with him. How you got him of all people to fall for you is still a wonder, of which everyday you’re thankful for. Ever since he’s come into your life, you’ve 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.

“Like I said,” he breathes. “Perfect.”

“I could say the same about you,” 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 he’s honest with himself, he’s a bit nervous. The question he’s been meaning to ask you this entire evening sits at the tip of his tongue, unwilling to actually be formed into the proper words.

“I love you,” this is not the first time he’s told you this, but it still sets your heart aflutter. Maybe this time will be the time you say it back.

“I know,” you hum, lips tugging upwards as your eyes reflect the same love and want shining in his own.

“Even though we haven’t know each other all that long, no one makes me feel the way that you do,” 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. “You mean the world to me, and I don’t know what I’d 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 wouldn’t want it any other way. You’ve changed my life for the better; you make me want to be a better man.”

“Jaehyun,” his name is but a whisper on your lips as he pulls out a ring from his pocket.

“Will you do me the honour of becoming mine?” He asks, gaze locking on yours as your hands come up to cover your mouth in shock. 

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. “Does this mean I get to call you mine?”

“You can call me whatever you’d like,” he grins, eyes hooded as he pulls you onto his lap to admire the ring now glinting on your finger. “My perfect bride.”

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. 

Jaehyun could not be happier than he is in this moment with you. Everything has gone according to plan, and soon, he’ll get to call you his wife. Not that you would have had a choice in the matter, even if you had denied him. Now, you’re his, indefinitely, and nothing can change that. Now, he’s never letting you go.

As the sun begins to set in the distance, it’s your turn to rest your head on his thigh. He’s currently feeding you some red grapes, of which he’s been told are your favourite.

“What else we got?” You ask after a having a few more grapes.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he digs through the basket, pulling out and listing the different food options. “Why, do you not like the grapes?”

“I do, don’t get me wrong,” you smile reassuringly at him. “I’m just not the biggest fan of red grapes.”

“I thought they were your favourite,” Jaehyun replies, a small frown pulling at his features. Who was it again that told him that red grapes were your favourite? Ah, that’s right, Ben. If he had known they weren’t your favourite he would have never even dreamed of having them packed for you.

“Nah,” you scrunch your nose slightly while shaking your head. Jaehyun would think it’s cute were not for the situation he finds himself in. “Green grapes are where it’s at.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiles, though you don’t 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 can’t even get your favourite foods correct?

The moment he bids you a goodnight and your door shuts behind him that evening, he’s 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 cook’s nerves spiking in fear that what they had prepared this evening did not please him.

“Where’s Ben?” His voice booms throughout the room, eyes deadly as they scan the area for the aforementioned man. 

“He’s just gone to dispose of the trash, Your Highness,” one of the cooks tells him.

“How fitting,” 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.

“Your Highness,” 

“Red grapes, huh, Ben?” At Jaehyun’s 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 Prince’s wrath.

“Do you know what this is?” 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 Jaehyun’s hand warily, the metal glinting ever so slightly in the light of the kitchen.

“A coin, Your Highness,” Ben answers as Jaehyun looks at him expectantly, obviously wanting more than just that as his answer. “The ones which you use to pay us.”

“Very good,” he feigns amusement, eyes narrowing harshly in the next moment. “Now tell me, what’s the point in paying you when you provide me with the wrong information?”

Ben looks stunned momentarily, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.

“Red grapes, Ben,” Jaehyun tuts. “Red. Grapes.”

It seems as if something clicks in his mind, “oh, yes, (Y/n)’s fav-“

“You dare speak her name in my presence?” Jaehyun’s voice booms, a few of the younger staff now visibly shaking in fear at his outburst. “Do not taint my love’s name with your tongue.”

“My apologies-“

“Silence, you scum,” he hisses between clenched teeth. Jaehyun’s 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. “Did you know, Ben, that she prefers green grapes over red ones?”

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.

“I’m sorry, my Prince, it will not happen again,”

“You’re right,” Jaehyun smirks. “It won’t. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an engagement party to plan,” he turns to leave the kitchen, tossing the coin he’s holding in his hand in the air once before catching it between his fingers. “Oh, and somebody clean this mess up.”

In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun has flung the coin through Ben’s 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.

You’ve 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 don’t think you’ve 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 you’re dressed in the finest materials you’ve 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 you’re nervous would be an understatement. You just hope you don’t 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 you’re his and his alone. If anyone so much as dares to take you away from him, he’s 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, you’re glad. With the way he’s 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 couldn’t ask for a better man to have come to sweep you off of your feet. You only hope that the night doesn’t end here, and from the dark look you still see swimming in his eyes, you have a feeling that it’s 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.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” 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. “All mine.”

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 other’s way, you know what you want, and you what you want, is him. Badly. 

“I hope you don’t mind, Princess,” his voice is low, nose ghosting over the skin of your neck until his lips come to rest right beside your ear, “but tonight,” he hisses as you pull him closer, “tonight, I’m going to make you mine.”

Bringing his lips to yours, he steals a kiss, loving the way you hum approvingly in response. He loves all the reactions you’re giving him, he thinks they’re 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. He’ll 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.

“I’m addicted to you,” voice nothing but a whisper, he cups your cheeks in his hands, “I can never get enough.”

“Then don’t,” your soft reply has his eyes widening slightly. “Because I don’t think I could ever love another as much as I love you.”

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 that’s all he’s ever wanted. Everything he could have ever asked for has just been granted to him. You’ve fulfilled his every wish, and tonight, he’s going to finally make you his, in every meaning of the word. Tonight, you’re his Queen, and his alone.

“Fuck, you don’t know how happy you’ve just made me, hearing you say that,” 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, “I love you.” He hums contently. “My Queen.”

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. 

“Then fulfill your promise and make me yours,” you purr. “My King.”

A shiver runs down his spine at your words, and he cannot help the snarl that escapes him, “with pleasure.”

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 doesn’t let his fangs out yet, he makes sure to leave his marks. He wants everyone in the kingdom to know that you’re his, that he’s 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.

“Beautiful,” 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 he’s quicker. Grabbing your wrists, he pins them beside your head once more.

“Ah-ah,” he tuts, a gleam to his eyes, “don’t you dare hide from me.”

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. 

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 you’re 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 he’s done with you, you’ll 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 he’ll take everything you’re 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.

“Feel that, baby?” He hums, nuzzling his nose against your neck and scenting you once more. “That’s all because of you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

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. 

Testing the waters, he licks a tentative strip up your core, watching your every reaction and drinking it in. Fuck, if you aren’t the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life, and he’s 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 he’s doing.

“No, no, no, none of that,” he reaches up and pulls your arm down so you’re 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. “I want you to watch me as I devour you.”

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 he’s going to let anything go to waste, not after he’s 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 he’s 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 you’re 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 you’re just about ready to fall apart.

“That’s it, darling,” he coaxes, moving his fingers along your inner walls in time with each flick of his tongue, the pressure within you about to snap. “Let yourself go.”

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.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hums, removing his fingers in order to crawl up your body and place them at your lips. “Suck.”

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.

“Jaehyun,” his name falling from your lips is one of the best sounds he’s ever heard in his life, and he could never tire of it. “Please, I need you.”

Those words are all it takes for him to be ripping off his pants and lining himself up with your entrance. He can’t 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. You’re so cute when you’re needy for him.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel so good,” 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 that’s the case.

He has to remind himself not to move before you’re okay, every instinct in his body screaming at him to ravish you as soon as he’s seated in you fully. However, he’s 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, he’s 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.

“I fucking love you, you know that?” 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 it’s special for the both of you, something neither of you will forget. 

You let out a gasp at a particularly sharp thrust, “I love you.”

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 aren’t on yours, they’re 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 he’s 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 he’s hitting you at, hearing your sharp intake of breath as he hits a specific spot inside you.

“Fuck, my King, right there,” 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. 

“That’s it, Darling,” he growls, eyes bleeding red once more as he takes in the beautiful expressions you’re making for him, “let your King take care of his Queen.”

The hitch in your breath at his own words causes a tightening in his abdomen, and he knows he’s getting close. He has to remind himself that you’re 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 he’ll be damned if he doesn’t treat you like the Queen you are.

With each thrust, he can feel your walls twitching around him, signalling that you’re 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.

“Come on, my Queen,” his chest rumbles in content each time he says those words, voice dangerously low. “Come with me. Come for your King.”

The way his thumb flicks at your clit, combined with his words and the angle he’s 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 you’re 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 you’re okay before pulling out of you. In the blink of an eye, he’s 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.

“I love you,” he whispers. “My Queen.”

“And I love you,” you hum. “My King.”

Silence settles over the two of you as you each take comfort in the other’s embrace. Eventually, sleep overtakes you, leaving Jaehyun to watch over your sleeping figure with a smile on his face.

“Always and forever,” 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 you’re now covered in his scent.

As it should be. As it will always be. From this point onwards, you’re his and he’s yours, and last night serves as a confirmation of that fact. Now, you’ve given yourselves to each other, and all that’s 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. It’s almost as if his senses have dulled slightly for the time being, for his hearing isn’t as sharp as it usually is, nor his sense of smell. Perhaps these are simply side effects of his mood, for he knows when he’s 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 isn’t expecting to see is another person standing with their arms crossed in front of their chest beside a very nervous looking Minho.

“What is the meaning of this?” Jaehyun’s voice practically booms across the room, demanding their attention.

“Your Highness, I’ve 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,” Minho explains, words coming out rushed as he looks towards Jaehyun frantically.

“Is there anything I can help you with? Your sister is currently still resting in her chambers,” Jaehyun continues to play the nice card. He’s gotten this far despite not needing anyone’s approval, but that still doesn’t mean he won’t try for you.

“Cut the bullshit, you’re not fooling me,” Lori narrows her eyes at him, only causing Jaehyun to raise his brows amusedly.

“Is there a reason that you’ve come to talk with your sister then?” Jaehyun asks, already bored with this conversation, yet still feigning interest and concern. Again, he’d do anything for you, even if it means something as trivial as this.

“I’ve come to collect my sister and take her back home,” Lori answers. “Away from you.”

Jaehyun’s expression falls, immediately darkening at the threat apparent in her voice, “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in here.”

“No, I don’t think you understand your situation,” Lori counters, causing Minho to send her a look filled with nothing but distress. “I’ve seen through your little ‘nice guy’ act long ago thanks to your mother, and I’ve finally come to save my sister from whatever you plan to do to her. She’ll listen to me this time, she always has. I’m taking my sister back home with me, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

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.

“You came all this way to threaten me? Me, of all people?” He chuckles maliciously, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think I’m just going to let you waltz in here and steal what rightfully belongs to me? That I’d even let you near what’s mine?”

“Your threats don’t scare me, I know you won’t do anything to me,” 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, he’s 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. “You underestimate the lengths I am willing to go to keep what is mine. I’ve spent too long planning everything out and making sure things run smoothly in order for things to get where they are now. I’m not giving my love up so easily.”

“Then, obviously you wouldn’t harm her own sister!” 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.

“Wouldn’t I?” He hums, tilting his head in false sympathy. “I mean, considering I disposed of my own mother who got in the way, what’s a measly little human girl compared to that?”

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.

“It’d be so easy for me to cover up your death, so don’t flatter yourself,” Jaehyun seethes, eyes crazed as he stares into hers. “I’ve done everything I can to rid myself of nuisances in my way. So, what’s one more?”

Shifting his predatory gaze, he locks eyes with Minho, waiting for the advisor to speak and confirm his words.

“Yes, Your highness, you’re correct,” Minho swallows nervously, he’s 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 there’s no way he would be looking like that right now.

“You’re nothing,” he hisses. “A measly little human whose life will end at the flick of my wrist, worth no more that the servants I’ve killed beneath my feet. Poor Greta, only wanted to warn the love of my life about me, and look what that got her,” he feigns a pout, “only her throat ripped out.”

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.

“Not to mention the countless other lives I’ve 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 love’s favourite foods,” Jaehyun tuts, shaking his head. “Bastard could have ruined everything. Just as you are trying to do.”

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. 

“Don’t you ever think for one second I’d let you take away what I’ve worked so hard to achieve,” 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. “Worthless scum.”

Lori’s 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. 

“Clean this up,” 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. 

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 it’s 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 he’s done to impress you, to woo you and make you fall in love with him, is now ruined. It’s only all confirmed when he sees you turn and attempt to run away from him.

In an instant, he’s 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. 

“Sweetheart, please,” he sighs, “I need you to calm down.”

“Calm down?” You’re hysterical at this point. “Calm down? You just murdered my little sister in front of my very eyes and you have the audacity to tell me to calm down?”

“I did it for us,” he replies calmly, voice sounding completely opposite to how he really feels inside at the moment. “She would have only gotten in the way.”

He’s not entirely sure how you managed to sneak up on him, but he assumes that he didn’t hear you due to his dull senses this morning. The fact that you’re covered in his scent is probably why he didn’t smell you right away, too. Either way, he’ll do his best to steer the conversation in a direction which suits him, considering he doesn’t exactly know how long you had been standing there for. However, your next words only serve to confirm just how long you had.

“And I suppose your mother, Greta, Ben, and who knows who else were all collateral, too?” You retort, anger and disgust shining in your eyes which only causes his grip to tighten ever so slightly around you.

“Yes,” he answers, but he isn’t stupid enough to believe you’ll willingly accept his reasonings. “They were. I don’t expect you to understand why I’ve done what I have yet, but if you think I’m ever going to let you go, you’re mistaken. And before you say you hate me, I just want you to think back on everything I’ve ever done for you since you’ve been here. I want you to remember all the moments we’ve shared together, especially the good ones. Especially last night,” 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, “I’d 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?”

“You really are a devil,” you spit, finally giving up your attempts to escape his hold for you know that it’s futile at this point. You’ve long been trapped in his clutches, you just only wish you’d realized it sooner.

“A devil who loves you,” 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 doesn’t have to worry about hiding this side of himself from you any longer. Plus, you now know what he’s capable of; what he’s willing to do for you. What he’s always been willing to do for you. “I always get what I want, so don’t even think about leaving me. You sealed your fate the moment you agreed to become mine.”

“I hate you,”

He simply chuckles, “that’s not what you were saying last night.”

“Yeah, well, things change,” you reply, refusing to so much as look in his direction as he holds you from behind.

“That they do,” 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. “One thing that hasn’t 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.”

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Yo yo yo... god that cringy but anyway! I would like to request something that I saw on another blog. It’s when the s/o has a fight with the boys and after it the boys go to the bedroom or somewhere to be alone but when they come out they see that their s/o is gone. In reality they just went outside for a walk to clear their head but our precious boyos panic that they left them for good.

I hope I explained that well I’m pretty new to requesting and stuff but I really love what you’ve written so far on your blog🥺

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Iwaizumi

Warning(s): Foul language (cursing), flinching

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Sakusa

It was a one sided fight. As always. He was yelling and you just took it. It was your fault after all. You shouldn’t have touched his shit, but you did. So now you are here. Holding back your pathetic tears. A mouth full of words was pushing through your lips and soon they fell out. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me..” you whisper, no longer able to push back your tears. “I mean I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” You mutter softly.

He sat their stunned for a moment, “Maybe I want to be alone, but fuck your so clingy and nosey.” He muttered softly. He looked up at you, disgust in his eyes. “You know sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to you at birth to make you this fucked up. We’re you dropped or something?” He screamed. His hands now balled up into fist. You’re scared. You’re not going to lie. As he steps forward you flinch and that brings him back to reality. Instead of saying something he backs off and slams the door. You sit there stunned.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper and leave, grabbing most of your stuff. What ever you can grab at that moment which happens to be your phone, keys, wallet, and jacket. You take a deep breath as you slip on your shoes and leave quietly. Locking the door after yourself.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

Your thoughts were all over the place as you got into your car. Grabbing your phone you turn it off. Not wanting any calls or texts. Expecting none, but that just might hurt you more. You take a deep breath and decide to drive nowhere on a random freeway. You start the car and leave.

Hours passed when Sakusa finally came out of the room, “y/n..?” He whispered softly. Now missing you as he didn’t know what he was doing. He looked around and soon realized some of your stuff was gone, and so were you.

He bit his lip running to his room as he called you. “Pick up.. pick up.. pick up..” he whispered.

Heyo! You’ve happened to miss me! I’m sorryyy but I am probably hanging out with my amazing boyfriend. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back soon! Anyways gotta go. I’m going to get in trouble with my boss if he catches me on my phone.

He bit his lip hearing the voicemail. It’s funny, he had never heard it before. Maybe it was because he never called and it was always you. Or maybe because when he did you picked up immediately. Unknowingly tears start to roll down his face. He fucked up. He knows he fucked up.

He lays down on the bed you guys share and just holds your pillow close. Tears rolling down his cheek. He calls again but waits till he can say something. “Y/n.. I’m sorry.. Please pick up. I’m sorry.” He sniffles as his tears fall. “I didn’t mean any of it.. please..” he whimpered softly as he knew it was no use. He ended the call and just cried for a few hours.

When night came he decided not to eat. He wasn’t feeling good as he tried to call you again. Yet not to his surprise he heard the same voicemail. Tears welled up as he heard your soothing voice. He couldn’t believe he made you so scared that you flinched away from him. “Y/n.. baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. I miss you.. I know I sound stupid and you probably want some space.. b..but please..” he hung up. Throwing his phone as he hugged your pillow closer.

At 11 pm you finally make it back. Hoping he is sleeping as you walk in. But to your surprise you can hear soft cries and whimpers coming from the room you share. You bit your lip softly as you gently put your stuff down. Softly taking a deep breath, you gently knock.

“Ba.. Sakusa..” You bite your lip as a couple seconds later you can hear the sound of someone fall or something and then you’re greeted with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he whimpered softly as he just held on to you. “Please don’t go.” Fear was heard clearly in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Baby.. I’m right here.. take a deep breath.. I’m dirty Sakusa you gotta let me go..” you whispered worried how he might react later.

“No..” he whispered softly as he held on tighter. “P..please no..” he was scared.

“Okay okay.. I’ve got you.. no leaving..” you smiled softly as you gently held him. “I’ve got you..” you muttered softly. You gently held him kissing his head. You take off your jacket and make your way to the bed you guys share. Gently sitting down and Sakusa followed.

He hugged on to you immediately as tears flood his eyes. “I’m sorry.. I don’t want you to leave me and stuff.. I didn’t mean any of it..” he whispered softly “I love you so much.” He muttered.

“I love you too baby..” you whispered softly playing with his curly dark hair. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay.. I’m sorry baby..” you mumble softly.

“It’s my fault.. I got angry and I started yelling and.. a..and I wanted to show you how mad I was.. and I started to scream at you and I said that I didn’t want you to be so clingy.. I didn’t mean that. I missed you and when I went to find you I couldn’t.. and it scared me and I know I fucked it. And I know I shouldn’t have done that. When I saw you finch I didn’t know.. I..I just thought about how terrible I was acting and stuff..” he whispered softly. “When I tried to call you.. you didn’t pick up and then I heard your voicemail.. and I don’t know I just..” he was crying into your chest as he held on.

“Shush.. I’ve got you.. I’m sorry baby.. I know.. it was my fault okay? You didn’t mean too. I touched your stuff and I didn’t think about how you would feel.” You whispered softly, kissing his head softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you.. and you know I wouldn’t ever just leave you without saying anything. I won’t do that to you..” you whispered as he closed his eyes and just held on. “I’ve got you and won’t let you go I promise..” you whispered softly while holding him.

“I love you..” he whispered softly as he looked up to you. Tears in his eyes. “I love you so much..” he whispered.

“I love you too darling..” you smile softly. Holding him till he falls asleep. Once he does you close your eyes and fall asleep too.

Iwaizumi

He got jealous easily. Everyone knew that. He was the type to act on his jealousy. Not only that, but he acted upon them in irrotational ways. So when he heard that you were hanging out with a coworker, it wasn't an extreme surprise that he made a huge deal about it. Starting an argument as soon as you get back.

"Just tell me who the fuck he is!" He screamed, his voice echoed in the hallway. You weren’t even inside yet and he was already acting as if he was going to kill someone.

"Can I even just come in?" you look up at him. You’re clearly annoyed which might just make him more upset.

"Oh okay just come inside! Would you like something to drink too?” He said sarcastically.“Oh wait you went and had coffee already with this 'coworker'!" He screamed as you pushed your way through the door.

When you turn to him the door is already shut and he is waiting for an answer. “It’s a coworker I don’t need to repeat myself, and I won’t. I’m not going to not hang out with people because you want me too!” You scream. Here’s the thing. Your so fucking sick and tired of him pushing you around. You used to take his shit but a month or two ago you started to respond. There’s no fucking reason for his shit.

“Ya you know what. Maybe I would be okay with it if it wasn’t taking up our time together!” He screamed and at this point nobody is really understanding what the other is saying.

“Our time? Our time?! How fucking dare you. You’re always at work! I don’t get a word out before you kick me out of our office!” You look at him in annoyance.

“My work is something I can’t just ignore! So I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up! Your fucking coworker can wait can’t they? I mean you knew I was off today! Did the whole fucking date just skim over your head?” He screamed. Now everything sorta just clicks.

“Wait ba-” but before you can finish he had already left the room. A few brief seconds pass by and you are met with the sound of a door slamming. “Fuck..” you muttered softly.

A few minutes go by and you come to the idea that he wants some time alone. You are just coming home, and are already ready to leave. So you slip on your shoes and leave. Locking the door after you head out to go get some for him, full of his favorite snacks and stuff. Knowing full well that wouldn’t fix it but maybe it could make him a bit happier.

When you get to your car you get a pop up from your reminders app. You feel a wave of tears. “Fuck,” you muttered throwing your phone to the next seat over as you start to drive.

It takes about half an hour for him to notice you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t hear your footsteps or anything as he gets up to check. After a moment or two he knows you left for sure. “Fucking shit. Misses our date and then leaves..” he muttered softly as he headed to the shared room.

You arrived getting a few things as you don’t think about anything other than how to make him happy.

After an hour or two more he bit his lip softly now a bit worried if you’re okay. But he doesn’t call waiting an hour before he does so.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

Hello! It seems like you have sadly missed me. I can call you back as soon as possible! Just please leave a message! Bye bye!

It takes him a moment before he opts just to hang up. When he does he releases a shaky breath.

An hour later you get back with some stuff gently placing the stuff down as you take off your jacket and shoes.

Iwaizumi hears you scrambling up and running over. A sigh of relief falls as he sees you standing there. “Thank god..” he muttered softly, walking up to you.

You look over unsure what to say as you feel his arms tightly wrap around you. “I’m.. I’m sorry Hajime…” you whispered softly as tears welled up. You hugged him tight as you felt terrible. “I’m sorry…” you whisper again.

“Hey it’s okay.. I know you didn’t mean to.. I just.. I was upset because it feels like sometimes when I do make time for you something happens.. like last time and shit. But when I don’t it always seems like you’re free and I thought we knew we were both open today and I woke up without you there and then I found out you were having coffee with someone and everything just started crashing down you know..?” He whispered softly.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’m sorry.” You whisper as you hear soft cries come from him. “I’ve got you.. okay? I promise next time I will remember.. I know I messed up okay? You didn’t deserve that..” you whispered as he kinda just stays quiet and holds on. “I got you some goodies baby…” you whisper.

“Please don’t leave like that again.. it made me worried..” he whispered now finally telling you. “I thought you left for good..” he muttered softly, holding you “you didn’t respond to my calls either..” he whispered softly.

“I’m sorry baby.. I won’t.. and you know I wouldn’t do that to you.. I love you too much for that okay?” You bit your lip as you listened “I didn’t see them.. I’ll check why later.. okay? I’m sorry,” you whisper and kiss his head holding him close. Soon enough he drags you to your shared bed to cuddle.

“I love you..” he whispered softly, holding on.

“I love you too Hajime,” you smiled softly, kissing him. Soon enough he fell asleep, the stress finally lifted off his shoulders. You were in his arms again. That’s all that mattered.

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