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sugolara · 7 months ago

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An end to sorrow, grief & regret

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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“Tower two, heading off to bed, uh…goodnight.”

“You serious right now? It’s barely 9:18, get your deadbeat ass out of bed and keep watch.”

“I gotta get up early tomorrow for that run. Tell that psycho that belongs locked up in a fucking mental asylum or the one that looks like a lizard to stay up with you if you’re such a fucking pussy, bitch.” The sound of a fence rattling could be heard, but with a hand to keep it from moving caused it to keep quiet. Every clank could be heard as Shota used the wire cutters to make a hole enough for the group to fit. His radio on his hip had interfered with the other radios nearby so they had to keep quiet.

“You call me a bitch again and I’ll send that demented ass bitch after you. God knows she’s been waiting for an opportunity like this and we both know she’ll take things real nice and slow for you.” Quietly, Toshinori raised the part of the fence that had been cut and let the others in first. With F/n last, he carefully entered and due to how tall he was, he made sure his clothes wouldn’t get stuck. Their flashlights were off and they used the moonlight that peeked from the clouds to move.

“...Fine, but I’m going to sleep. Everyone else has gone to bed, so maybe you should go if you don’t want to stay up alone.” Shota turned off his radio. They didn’t know who’s camp this belonged to, but judging from the building's silhouette, it was huge which meant a lot of people could be here. Originally, they were going to go around, but when they heard the sound of a feminine voice and that fence rattling with her pleading for help, they all ducked down to keep hidden as another male’s voice took over. Her voice had then gone silent and a gurgle could be followed.

It wasn’t anything good and they knew they should leave especially when they had found a small photo that had gotten stuck underneath the fence. The image reminded Shoto and Katsuki of the camp long ago. The only difference was that it wasn’t as bad when compared, but that didn't stop them from wondering what could be going on. With humans being humans, it was only natural for them to enter, despite the many warnings they received.

Sure, it was one hell of a risk, but they made sure to wait out and see if they could spot anyone and when no one came, they decided to enter. It didn’t sound like too many people were inside, judging from what Shota’s radio could pick up, but the thought of some being asleep was a possibility. For what they did when they entered was up to whoever decided to find the group. It’s not like they didn’t deserve the bloodshed that would happen, considering what they’re doing to people who are simply just existing.

Turning the corner, a door could be seen. Placing his hands on it, Shota carefully opened the door and held it for the others to enter. When they stood inside, they stood in a hallway, the dim yellow lights shining through the dirty dull walls.

“We’ll just look.” Shota said, keeping his voice low, “Take a quick look and if we find a supply room we’ll take it and get out before anyone sees us.”

Walking a couple steps, a corridor was to F/n’s left and she peeked seeing nobody, “I think we should split up. It’ll be easier and we can meet back here.”

“What if someone sees us?” Hanta asked, “If that happens we’re basically done for. Let’s just turn back now.”

“No way.” F/n scoffed out, “We’re already in here, so let's just keep going.”

“But if someone does see us, get rid of them.” Shota answered, “You all have weapons. Use it.”

“As for the splitting up,” Toshinori pointed to the younger four, “You all go with each other and when we’re done we meet back here. Any case where you can’t, try to find an exit and we’ll meet back.”

He then handed Katsuki his radio, “Don’t lose it and be careful.”

“Got it.” The younger blonde grabbed it and placed it in his bag and they departed. The long narrow corridors echoed their footsteps despite how quiet they were trying to keep. When they turned a corner the halls were filled with doors on each side. Thinking it might be a room of supplies, Hanta moved to one and carefully opened it, letting the dim light from the hall enter the small room. However, he steadily pulled the door back, leaving a few inches of space when he saw beds being occupied by sleeping figures.

“What is it?” Shoto whispered as F/n and Katsuki continued forward.

“People sleeping.” Hanta whispered, looking back down the hall, “I think all these rooms are just people sleeping.”

The scar male looked at the closed doors, “Leave them, we’re just here to grab stuff.”

He closed the door, shaking his head in the process, “There’s barely anything to cover us if they start shooting at us.”

Continuing their walk, they came across a different hallway. The scarred male hummed, “That is a point…”

“Hey!” Hanta kept his voice low as he stared at F/n and Katsuki who were up ahead, “You guys go that way and we go this way?”

Sharing a glance, the girl and the blonde nodded, “‘Kay, but be careful.”

“Should be telling you that.” The cousin smiled, waving at her as well as Shoto who reluctantly followed behind. Shoto and F/n spared a final glance, a small smile was shared before he could no longer see her and his attention was put to the new hallway that reeked of old souls. “The walls look so old.”

Hanta hummed as he turned his view towards the wall to his right side, “Yeah, they’re also dirty, not much expected though if it's for a criminal base.”

“Feels like bugs are crawling on me by just standing here.” That made the raven-haired laugh as. “Sometimes I forget you’re wealthy and had, like, maids come clean everything up.”

“Yeah…” He thought back to those days, but for the most part his entire family had kept their home tidy despite having cleaners. Shaking the memories, he glanced at the male, “Aren’t you ever afraid of leaving F/n?”

His lips pursed, thinking for an answer, “To be honest…she makes it difficult to be scared.”

Shoto blinked at him as he continued. His concerned face was washed over by a smile, “I have a feeling that if I do ever leave her, she’ll be okay. She made it this far by sticking with you, Katsuki and Izuku, so I’m sure..she’ll be fine without me.”

The door let out a soft click when it closed. In her hands she was able to grab a flare gun that hung in one of the sleeping men's coats. Her shoes made some noise, but judging from the loud snoring that was heard, they wouldn't be able to hear anything. She would have decided to dig her knife into their skull, but a look from Katsuki told her otherwise.

“What are we going to need a flare gun for?” The blonde asked, placing it in her bag as she opened the next door, “S’not like anyone’s going to come to our rescue.”

“Incase we get lost.” She replied, stepping back as she closed the doors, “And use it to distract people. Use that brain of yours, Katsuki.”

He scoffed, the both walking down the hall, “First of all, fuck you. Second of all, that small ass gun will attract freaks if we use it. You seriously want to send in hordes to kill us? Because I don’t know if you haven’t notice, but I’m not ready to fucking die!”

She gave him a quick glare, “None of us are ready to die, but I’m thinking ahead and if we don’t use it we can just store it in the weapon room—and keep your voice down.”

Before he could bark back, a door behind them opened. Quickly, he pulled her arm, dragging her into a room nearby and closing the door quietly as an exaggerated yawn was heard in the hallways. With the blonde facing the door, his hand on the knob, the girl behind him turned around when she heard movement. She removed her knife from her waistband, eyes squinted to see in the dark and when a lamp flickered on, both of their movements stopped as their heart picked up.

A man on one of the beds let out a yawn while the other one was sleeping, but when the awake male sat up and turned their way he quickly stumbled off the bed and reached for his radio ready to open his mouth, but he wasn’t aloud to let anything besides a muffled gurgle as she stepped over and stabbed him. Her knife twisted, making a squelch sound before she removed it and all that followed next was a blood flow from the head.

She let out a disgusted groan as she wiped her hand that covered the male's mouth on her jacket. Behind him, Katsuki’s jaw clenched as he stared at the colorless door. Sometimes he’d wish she would have given him a warning before he had to witness and hear the murder. Now he knew what Izuku felt all those times.

“Are they still out there?” She asked, to which the blonde nodded. “I can hear him talking with someone else.”

“It’s a bit too early to be up isn’t it?” She again asked as he craned his head to look at her with a shrug. “They’re probably changing shifts. We’ll just wait it out.”

A sigh came from her nose as she turned to look at the other sleeping male. She glanced at her knife before approaching and killing him, “At least he got a peaceful death.”

“That’s not something you should be joking about.” He whispered as he glared at her, “Hide the bodies in case someone comes by after we leave.”

She looked at the dead males, “They’re going to be heavy, I need your help.”

“Your mess.” He said, eyes narrowing at the door as he could hear footsteps retreating, “You clean it up.”

Annoyingly, she grabbed the arm of the male on the floor, picking him up and struggling in the process as she tried to not get blood on her, “..Asshole.”

Hushing their breaths, in a small cold lifeless room, Shota and Toshinori waited for the enemies to leave the corridors. With the blonde listening as rushing footsteps passed by Shota moved the bodies of the ones he killed underneath the bed. They weren’t sure what caused them to be alarmed as the second they heard a voice echoing, the both of them entered a room. To their utter shock, both of the males that lived in the camp had been up and a glance at Shota and Toshinori had caused them to spring into action.

Luckily, Shota moved first and shot them, his silencer helping to keep quiet. They would have used their radio to inform their students, but they’d risk the interference of other radios, so instead they hoped their students had noticed something was wrong. “You still hear them?”

“Sounds too many, but I can hear them growing faint.” Toshinori nodded, “They’re in a hurry, maybe they found our students.”

“Probably, but they would have to be using their guns if there's a lot.” Shota added. Taking out humans who had the capacity to think would require a much bigger fight, especially if those humans are holding firearms.

After a couple minutes passed by, Toshinori carefully opened the door. He looked both ways, gun in hand before fully opening the door and stepping out, “We’ll turn back. Who knows what they’re looking for.”

“That sounds good.” Though the second Shota turned around a gun cocked behind them and a bullet flew, the corridor echoing the shot as it rang out for those who were asleep to be now wide awake. With how quick Toshinori’s movements were, he was able to shove the tired male before the bullet could penetrate him and in the process ending the life of the perpetrator. But along with the bullets came in the rest of the community and a shootout commenced.

“Fuck.” Katsuki and F/n stopped in the middle of the corridor, looking back to where they came from, “That did not sound fucking good.”

Eyes moving everywhere to think of a plan, the door next to her opened and a gun was in view, before the blonde pulled his trigger and grabbed her arm as they ran down the hall, the other doors began opening as the radios static echoed the hall. Bullets flew by them and they could hear the arguing of the males, but at the mention of a name caused Katsuki's and F/n’s eyes to widen as they looked at each other. “Fuck.”

Protecting themselves as they stayed low near another hallway though this time was a door next to them, Shoto used a piece of glass that had shattered from one of the bathroom mirrors they passed, just as the sudden bullets came flying at them. He used it to know where the others were and they were close by with automatic guns ready to kill them. His own gun was in hand, but he wasn’t allowed to shoot given that there were at least 10 men trying to kill him and Hanta.

And speaking of Hanta, he tried using his knife to pick the hall's door, his hands shaking as he tried hurrying up. Despite it being cold, he was sweating profusely. He didn't know where everyone else was at and he didn’t know what awaited them behind the door, but if the odds were in their favor they were going to risk the chances. Hopefully, they would find a sign that could lead to their exit before things took a drastic turn.

Gabbing his pistol, Shoto aimed it towards one of the men, his hand only peeking out from behind the corner where they stood. When he thought he had a good aim, he pulled the trigger and successfully with the help of the shard he was able to take down one man. To buy them time, he adjusted his gun again, pointing it at a different direction where one of the enemies was looming closer. Again he shot, but a scoff left his lips as he missed. When he tried once more, he quickly pulled back as someone had shot where his hands were placed and by his luck, they had managed to shoot the shard.

The glass having broken caused Shoto's right hand to bleed as some impaled his skin ,”Hurry up, Hanta!”

“I’m trying!” He yelled back, jamming the knife into the lock as the anxiety was eating him, “Can’t you radio the others!?”

He pulled his head back, locks of his hair swaying as the bullets almost impaled him, “You think I wouldn’t have done that if I had a radio!?”

“I’m thinking of a solution!” He focused back on the lock. He could feel his brow twitching, aching to furrow in worriedness as he wondered if the door didn’t open, would this be the last he’s seen of F/n? So many months of trying to look for her and when he finally did, was he really just going to lose her again? Did the world not care how far he tried to keep going in hopes he would be able to see her? If only he was able to be given another minute with just her and tell her that he’ll see her another day when she is ready to leave this world.

Hearing a click, a relieved smile hit Hanta’s face as he stood up, grabbed his pistol and opened the doors, “Shoto!”

At the sound of his name, he quickly moved towards the raven male, just as one of the enemies shot at them. They didn’t get the chance to hurt the younger males as Hanta slammed the door close, both of them protecting their heads and moving out of the way as bullets shredded through the door. Thankfully, the door seemed to lock when it closed, so the ones on the side had trouble getting in, but that all stopped when it had gone quiet.

Questionably, Hanta and Shoto stared at each other, keeping quiet. Though when Hanta took a couple steps towards the door to try and listen in, Shoto should have been paying close attention to what was behind as the sound of footsteps carelessly walking by and the sound of a gun softly cocking went silent through his ears, but not that familiar voice he thought he would have dreaded to hear. “Hey, baby bro.”

A quick pain entered his skull, causing the scar male to bump into the wall next to him, holding the back of his head as he dropped his gun, his feet sliding underneath him as he groaned. His vision was swarmed with blurry and he could hear Hanta desperately yelling out for him before sounds of feminine giggles could be heard and a shot soon followed, having his ears ring.

Oh, well. It was a good thing he wasn’t able to see his friend, one whom he thought would survive this world fall, lifeless body thumping as blood pooled around him. At least, he wouldn’t have to break the harsh news to F/n when another hit was met with the back of his head and darkness consumed him.

“Ow, fuck!” Katsuki hissed as he gripped his arm, a bullet flew by almost slicing his upper arm, but thankfully his jacket was the only thing injured. With how had the bullet flew, it left a smoke on his jacket and it slightly burned his arm before he patted it down, “We can’t keep fucking running!”

“You got a better plan then!?” She yelled as they turned a corner, but it was a dead end. Seeing a door next to them, she yanked the blonde as they continued down another hallway, though this one was more narrow, “Where the fuck is the exit!? This is like a fucking maze!”

“Watch out!” He pulled her towards him before someone could shoot her. The both ended up falling into a room, and with his foot, he closed the door as the girl got off him. She walked to the end of the room where another door laid, the lights flickering in a eerie way, “Like a fucking maze.”

“They went this way!” The blonde heard someone shout as he backed away from the door after locking it. When he turned to look at the room it was empty. Not a piece of furniture resided in the room. He stilled himself when he heard steps out the door and a different voice calling out. “They went in here?”

“I saw them before I could kill the girl.” Carefully, F/n opened the door, the flickering lights allowed for her to see and just at the end of the room was yet another door, having her brows furrowed. “Leave them.”

“No way, Tomura’s going to kill my ass if we don’t kill them.” Waving her hand at Katsuki, he entered the room, hoping they would get out of here and alert Shota and Toshinori about who’s territory they intruded. They were already on terrible terms with him and the last thing they needed was to start a damn war in the middle of the apocalypse.

“That crazy psycho bitch will take care of them. I can practically hear her fucking creepy ass giggles through the vents. Let her deal with them while we look for anybody else.” The door softly clicked as it closed behind the younger pairs, the other voices outside could no longer be heard.

“The hell even is this place?” Katsuki asked, keeping his voice low as he looked around as they appeared to be in a study room as countless of duty books were thrown around, “A hospital?”

“Nah,” Wiping the dust off the sign that was hung by the exit door, she shook her head, “a laboratory. Overhaul’s laboratory. Wasn’t there a laboratory like this in Musutafu, though?”

He picked up a medical book from the floor, wiping away the dust with the sleeves of his jacket, “People have to expand their business if they want to live and a laboratory isn’t like those small ass businesses.”

“Yeah, but I read an article that the owner...Chisaki or something didn’t want to since he was way too loyal to have his business anywhere else other than Musutafu.” She said, wiping her hand on her jeans to remove the dust.

The blonde shrugged as he passed by her to open the door, having his pistol in hand while his other was placed on the knob and when he couldn’t hear the sounds of voices he opened it, “He was probably doing some shady shit if he didn’t want to expand. I heard a rumor about him being a Yakuza, but that shit was never confirmed since the world got all fucked up.”

“Whatever.” She nudged her head, signaling him to enter another hallway as she stayed behind, “Let’s just hurry and find Hanta and everybody else. They probably found an exit and waiting on us. Wasn’t Mr. Aizawa and Yagi closer to where we came from?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” He rolled his eyes, hearing her let out a scoff and mumble out an insult underneath her breath. However, when he took a step out, the sounds of clanking could be heard and before the blonde could turn back to see if it was her making the noise, he was suddenly kicked forward as he heard her let out a curse and soon the door was slammed shut.

“F/n!” He got up to his feet, grabbing his pistol that flew a few inches away. He tried turning the knob, but it wouldn’t budge and all he could hear were giggles. He slammed his body against the door even when it resisted and he wasn’t able to shoot at the knob as he heard steps coming to the side of him.

A masked male waved his hands and next to him was a shorter male, a set of machetes on his back. “Hey, you boy! Don’t try running, okay? The names Compress, so do be a dear and make this easier for us, yeah?”

“Like hell I will.” The blonde raised his pistol, but the shorter male with purple haired reached for his rifle, a bored expression plastered on. “Toga already in there?”

“Should be, she’s pretty fast.” Compress mumbled, before clapping his hands and looking at the blonde, “So, how’s ‘bout it? Want to play?”

Glancing at the locked door where F/n was trapped, the blonde took in a deep breath. For once, he’d have to leave her if he wanted to come back to her in one piece. If he wants to save her, he needs to lose the two in front of him and take care of the one who’s inside with F/n. Releasing his breath, he looked back at the males in front of him and pulled his trigger, having the enemies move out of the way as they could hear the bullet fly by them. When they caught their steps, they noticed Katsuki was no longer there as he had run down the hall and turned the corner.

“He’s fast too.” Compress mumbled, “No one ever wants to play with me.”

“Tomura wants him alive so let's go before someone else decides to kill him.” Shuichi, who goes by Spinner said as they followed after the blonde, passing by the locked room.

“I’m Toga.” A grin was placed on her lips as she aimed her pistol that she had painted at F/n, “F/n, right? That name suits you. You look so lovely, but I’m afraid someone else has my heart. I suppose I can always make room for you, but you don’t seem to like me one bit.”

F/n’s gun was also aimed at Toga, though instead she held a glare, keeping quiet as Toga continued to look at her with a glint. “So, F/n, the way I see it, this could go two ways. One, you put that gun down and listen to everything I say, or Two, you fight back and I kill you. Though to be fair, I think you deserve that after you killed one of our men.”

Her finger twitched as it touched the trigger and she didn’t miss the way Toga’s pupil dilated. “So is that your decision? I was kind of hoping for a fight…one that includes blood–”

Swiftly, Toga’s free hand threw her knife at F/n. While Tomura did say he wanted everyone to be kept alive, she had already killed one so killing another one wasn’t a problem as long as she made up an excuse. Besides, Tomura only really cared if Toshinori was the one who was kept unharmed, so the rest did not matter.

As her grin was already widened, it suddenly fell when she ducked down as the knife she had thrown was suddenly thrown back at her. She blinked, before looking at F/n. Her left hand was bleeding and Toga would have been excited at the sight, but not so much when she realized that the h/c haired girl was able to catch it at the speed the threw it at, “..What are you? Some kind of animal?”

“Your murderer, bitch.” She let her finger blast the trigger, aiming at Toga as the blonde quickly moved, dodging the bullets as she tried to get closer to the girl. With the help of the gun firing and letting out its light, F/n was able to see Toga had already whipped out a knife, flipping it with her fingers before throwing it at her.

She quickly moved out of the way as she pulled out her own knife and when she saw Toga halt for just a mere second, she threw it at her and heard the blonde let out a hiss and glare at her. A smirk raised onto F/n’s lips as she stepped out of the way when the blonde grabbed a book from the floor and threw it at her. It missed as it hit the wall behind F/n who taunted the girl, angering the blonde even more, “What's the matter, Toga? Can’t keep up? Thought you were supposed to kill me? Maybe you should leave the kills to better fighters.”

Glare hardening, Toga whipped out another knife from the holster around her thigh. If it were any other day, F/n would have asked how she wasn’t cold with just a skirt and tights, but considering the girl was trying to kill her, she instead focused on shooting and successfully, she was able to hit the blonde in the arm, “C’mon, Toga. Focus!”

Clutching her arm, Toga bit her lips as F/n stopped. The h/c haired girl emptied her chamber and if she wanted to stock it she’d have to reach into her bag which wasn’t enough time as Toga didn’t hesitate to pounce on her, so instead she threw her gun at the blonde who was able to dodge it and with her bloody palm she grabbed the blade, slicing her palm even more. Her brows furrowed in pain as she and Toga grinned at each other.

With her free hand, Toga wrapped it around F/n’s neck, almost in a hugging way, though her nails dug into the girl's neck, “I think I have a different plan for you, F/n.”

“Yeah?” F/n’s right reached around Toga’s thigh to grab her extra knife, “What’s that, Toga?”

Her grin widened. She could feel her knife being removed, but she didn’t stop F/n. Instead, she leaned in closer to the girl’s face, noses inches apart as she whispered, her golden eyes staring deeply into e/c ones, “When this is all over I’ll have you bury your loved ones. I want to start with the one I killed first. Oh, what was his name…? Let’s see, I think it was…Hanta?”

Her grin fell and she let the blade in her hands fall as it was just mere inches away from Toga’s neck. Her eyes, her e/c eyes were wide as they stared at Toga in fear as the blonde let out a giggle, “No..no…y-you’re lying…”

“Whose knife am I holding then, F/n?” Her eyes, dreadingly shifted to her left hand that was wrapped around the blade and when she saw the handle where she could see Hanta’s initials engraved on it, her heart dropped like a heavyweight and she could feel her eyes burn with tears.

Taking advantage of her distraught figure, Toga pulled back and kicked the girl to the floor before sitting on her with her grin, tilting her head down at F/n as the first tear dribbled down, “What’s the matter, F/n? Aren’t you supposed to be a better fighter?”

The next was darkness.

A bucket of water was thrown at her, causing her to wake up and be pulled back to sit on her knees. She could hear coughing next to her, but she couldn’t see as another wave of water was thrown at her, her eyelashes collecting the drops of water. She blinked to remove them and when she did, she saw the blonde next to her with his hands tied around his back and cheek bloody. He had to have seen something as he refused to acknowledge her. He stared at the space in front of him with brows quivering and eyes blinking.

She didn’t get the chance to speak to him as she heard a rough sigh be heard in front of them. Then did she realized there were other people surrounding them. “What am I supposed to do with you two?”

When her eyes moved to her left, a silent breath escaped her lips as her eyes burned with tears. She could faintly see her last remaining family, laying on the floor with his hair matted in blood. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t even facing her way. But all she could see was blood. She had forgotten that he was with Shoto and the scar male was nowhere to be seen, only the legs of Tomura’s underling.

Another sigh left Tomura’s lips as he looked down at them. He knew this was all an accident. They had unknowingly trespassed into his territory, so of course all should be forgiven, but that wasn’t who Tomura was. He could keep them, they sure are good fighters. After Toga informed him of their little fight, if he had been the one to find F/n before anyone else she would have been at the top of his league, staring down at the rest with no ounce of pity. She already got the muscles, all she needed was a push.

Then there was the blonde who so rightfully executed four of Tomura’s men and was close to executing Tomura himself if it had not been for Toshinori who reached for him in time and had the older blonde eat the bullet from one of Tomura’s men. It was a close call and Katsuki’s reflexes compared to Spinner and Toga. If he played nice, he too would be a great asset, but a look at the blonde’s scared face—from the fact that Toshinori was bleeding out because of him—Tomura would think otherwise.

However, there’s always a maybe.

Looking at one of his men behind the two on the floor, he waved his hand as he pushed himself off the wall and began walking down the exit with his main group following behind, “Tie them up and take them back. I want a word with Nezu.”

Snapping out of their daze, they were shoved back to the ground with blindfolds being placed. Katsuki was only able to catch a glimpse at F/n, before both their visions were swarmed in black.

#izuku x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #todoroki shoto x reader #izuku midoriya x reader

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winderlylandchime · 11 months ago

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Please take a guess who I accidentally locked out of the house yesterday?

In my defense, it genuinely was an accident! I thought he was in his room because like 2 hours before i had to leave, I heard him talking to his friend. And i had to run some errands and I even yelled out that i gotta go but didnt really expect an answer. And then like 40 minutes later I received a text from one of my older neighbors saying ‘i have your brother’ with a photo attached of this man on her couch flipping the camera/me off. Turns out, he left without saying a word to (a different) neighbors house to show her qaf. He took my dvds of S2 with him to show her! Like a little kid in the early 00s!! But then the neighbor had to leave, so he went home and I wasn’t there so he went to the other neighbor who texted me to ask if he can wait there cause he was a little cold. Guys, i locked him out in one of his fake merch shirts (again, in my defense he’s now wearing them over a long sleeve so he was okay…kinda), pajama pants and slippers. I came home like two hours later and he was already waiting for me, sitting on the floor in front of the door, holding the dvd case to his chest and if looks could kill, you wouldn’t hear from me anymore, the only thing he said when i got out of a car was ‘you fucking dick’. IN MY DEFENSE: he left his phone and keys at home so I’m not completely at fault here. Anyway, i went to thank the neighbor for letting him stay with her and she told me, that he knocked on her door, asking if he can wait in her house cause his sister is a dick and locked him out and that before he came over, he tried to climb the fence since one of the windows in the back was open but he got stuck like mid air/halfway up on the fence cause of his cast (he like put it in the middle of two metal bars to pull himself up and then couldnt get it out) and he barely managed to get unstuck for a good 5 minutes. For some reason he didn’t tell me about that, i wonder why? And as hilarious as the idea of me coming home and finding him just casually dangling on a fence with a cast stuck in it, thank fucking god he got down and went to the neighbor afterwards. But just so you know: he and the first neighbor watched a few eps because they bumped at each other on a walk and she asked how he’s doing and he told her all about Brian and then ran home to get dvds to show her (reading this back it makes it sound like a plot from a criminal minds episode or something but she actually helped me look after him when he first came from the hospital cause i couldn’t get time off. So she knew the type of weird he is and yes, the whole neighborhood has had to deal with him in one way or another and only 2 people hate him-according to him). Anyway then he made the second neighbor watch it too because he saw that she had a dvd player so he asked her if they can watch and i guess since he was gonna be there for a bit and she is a sweetheart, she said yes (btw both of these two women are like 50-60 yrs old soooo) and then he put on 2x02 and 2x09 for her, which i dont even know how he jumped from one to the other but basically he made an older woman watch an ep about viagra and Brian fucking a priest. He said it showed who Brian is the best for a newbie. I might have to move once he leaves.

I did feel bad and i also wanted to thank her, so today we made her some cookies and we took them to her. Just so you know for context: during this time i did mention the fence situation and he looked scandalized that his secret was told. And when we got to her house and she opened the door, he “pointed” to her with the broken hand and went ‘i told you that in confidence!’ In a really high pitched voice. And then stormed off like a little kid. Mind you, we live across the street and I’m already getting ready to apologize and to strangle him later on. And then when he got to our door, he turned around and shouted ‘we still on for our walk tomorrow?’ and she went ‘you know it, i already can’t wait!’ So turns out he actually made a friend! And i honestly don’t know how he does that because he’s only seen this lady a few times and never fully spoke to her until yesterday. Anyway i wanted to send this to you so that you know that the crazy is still happening.

DEAR SWEET ANON!

He's recruiting your entire neighborhood to the QAF fandom, he needs people to discuss his Blorbo with!

And you went and locked him out... (although leaving without his keys is entirely on him). Poor guy in his homemade merch with his/your DVDs. Although this proves my theory than he makes friends wherever he goes.

I am so curious about his thoughts about why show 2x02 and 2x09? Like if he's trying to recruit, what about those episodes does he think are going to lure someone in? Not that I disagree, I'm just curious about his reasoning!

(The priest and viagra definitely show who Brian is... agreed)

Although... given his climb over the fence, maybe there's not a whole lot of forethought going into these decisions.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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fearsome-series · 2 years ago

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BOOK ONE

“Laura? Laur!?”

Laura’s eyes blinked in the light. Off-white ceiling tile and a steady beep beep beep through the blur. Shapes resolved into faces: her dad, her mom, and a doctor - an older man with black hair, streaked with gray, and a short beard. Standing over her with wide eyes.

“Dad…? Mom?”

Heather leaned down close. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Laura knew the bite had hurt - that it had been painful as Hell, that she’d thought she was gonna die. But now she barely felt anything. She glanced at her shoulder. Just a bandage - not even much blood. “Sorry I-I...Laika dragged me away, then...did you find her?”

“Yes, dear, we did.”

“Laika is why you’re…” Chris paused. “…she’s how we found you. She came back and led us to you.”

The doctor addressed her in a kind tone. “I’m Doctor Rockwell. You’ve suffered an animal bite. It’s a big one, but it’s not infected. You won’t catch rabies or any other old thing.”

“So I…?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“W-what animal attacked me?”

“The only large canids around here are coyotes, though it could be someone’s dog.”

“A coyote?” No way.

“How do you feel, Laur?” asked Chris.

“I feel…I feel…tired.” Laura answered.

Chris smiled weakly. “Okay. We’ll let you sleep, kiddo.”

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The woods stretched out under the stars & Laura ran, faster than she had ever ran, into the darkness after something, something fleeing, she pounced and caught it, she held it tightly, a deer kicking and tossing as Laura bared her teeth and dug in so so -

Laura’s eyes snapped open. She glanced at a wall clock: one PM. The hospital seemed loud. She didn’t hear many voices, but it was still…loud. Squeaky wheels, dinging elevators, the steady beep beep beep of the machinery hooked to her, hooked to others, hidden behind the walls. She wondered why she even needed to be here anymore - she felt fine. She was fine. Fine.

There was a TV mounted on the wall, with a remote on a side table. She turned it on. A jolt of static, and then -

“...your new car!”

“...gang, we need to make the cake for…”

“...and sharing is caring…”

A European-accented voice on some public station. “...marine biology is the science of what lies hidden…” Laura looked at the TV: a blonde-haired professor addressing a class. “We have only mapped five percent of the ocean, but it is only unknown to us-” Static took over. She flipped it off.

Voices in the hallway. Some woman.

“...I’m just concerned, Doctor…”

“About a coyote attack?” It was her doctor.

“It’s not about a coyote attack.”

“You’re like those oddballs from out-of-town. Taking photos by the road sign, creeping around front yards at night…”

“Maybe they have a point. You know, in ‘89, my aunt saw it.” A silence, and then more steps.

“Did she go get breakfast with Bigfoot after?”

Her tone became more urgent. “The girl from Gates County four years ago. Those campers from up north and their poor father. The Brady homestead -”

“Don’t use the deaths of real people to justify some delusion.”

“We’ll see what happens. There’s another one tonight…”

“Another what -” Beeping. “A boy’s been brought in. Knocked his head, fell into Lake Wandawega. Excuse me, I have real problems to deal with.”

“So do I.”

Footsteps her way. Laura closed her eyes and pretended to sleep as he passed. Soon, she wasn’t pretending.

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Laura watched Manuel jump up on the bleachers, first clearing them of dirt and blown leaves with the sleeves of his burgundy long sleeve shirt drawn up over his hands, and then sitting down by the side of the unused baseball diamond, bouncing his hands back through his sleeves. Laura jumped up next to him, sitting on some dirt and blown leaves.

Manuel reached into his bag and pulled out the thick leather bound book he always had with him, which was always funny to Laura, ‘cause Manuel was her height - like five five - and equally unathletic - hence why they were sitting by the side of the baseball diamond and not using it - and the book was huge.

“Have I told you about the faces of Belmez?” Manuel asked.

“No,” though Laura knew Manuel had; still, she didn’t mind hearing Manuel’s facts again, and they spent a lot of their time together with Laura listening to her friend’s paranormal facts.

“It all started in 1971, in southern Spain - and you know the book is in Spanish, so I’ll have to translate - um, the Pereira family were the first to report the faces in the floor of their home…”

A wind blew through the late fall, early summer air, a cold wind, which passed through Laura’s hair, and she felt it tickle every strand of…every strand of hair on her head. She yawned.

“Laura!?” Manuel asked, the brow of his round face furrowed with confusion.

“Yeah?�� Laura said, Laura tried to say, but Manuel was getting up, then he was staring, staring at -

Her. Her fangy canine head. Bloody. Laura blinked. Wondered. Couldn’t look down. Someone screamed - screeched - louder, louder -

Screeching wheels and groaning metal. A nurse wheeling in a tray, “Laur-”

“Laura. My name’s Laura.” She snapped; from the voice, this wasn’t the nurse she heard earlier.

“This is what we have on your sheet.”

“Laura.”

“Sorry, Laura Ortega Hollingsworth?”

“That’s my name, yeah.”

“Sorry for being late.” Laura frowned, but kept silent - she wasn’t going to say something when trapped in one room. The nurse placed a tray on Laura’s bedside table.

The nurse tossed Laura’s phone on the tray with a clunk. “They found this near you. Your parents wanted you to have it. It’s been charging.”

“Thanks. And uh, about my parents-”

“They’re downstairs talking with Doctor Rockwell. They’ll be in to visit you later, if you want.”

“Alright. And, uh, I feel fine, so maybe I can-”

The nurse sighed. “We have to keep you through at least tomorrow for observation.”

“Observation? Observation of what?”

“…you not catching something new and dying, I believe.”

“Uh…thanks for making sure I’m okay, but-” Laura said.

“Trust me, it’s only so your family doesn’t sue us. Bye.” The nurse stalked off to another patient’s room.

“Yeah. Okay.”

After the nurse left, Laura turned on her phone. Her parents must’ve had it charged. Three new texts. Summer hadn’t responded for some reason, except a quick text saying “Sorry, busy”. But Manuel had replied; Laura smiled.

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How’s the house?

Did you pet Laika?

Are you okay?

Laura???

Hey Mani

Yeah I’m okay

I’m in the hospital

Something bit me in the woods

Oh no!!! are you okay? :(

Yeah I'm okay

It’s

No big deal

What bit you?

A dog

A big dog

Dog? Wolf? Coyote?

I mean they tell me it was a coyote

But???

It didn’t look like a coyote

Like a wolf

Hey will you call me crazy

You’re crazy?

No I mean

Will you call me crazy if i say a crazy thing

No???

Okay bc the wolf was walking on two legs

It was up on its legs like a person

Laura felt another groan. She slapped her stomach. It...didn’t make it feel any better.

I heard this nurse freak out about me

Something about people crawling past a road sign

And seeing “it” in 1989

What town is your hospital in

Elkhorn

Message failed to send. She stubbornly resent it.

Elkhorn

There’s a werewolf down there!

Or a manwolf to be scientific. A wolf on two legs!

I’ve read about it.

The Beast of Bray Road

So the manwolf bit me

What does that mean

Never heard about the Beast biting someone?

I’ve read every book about the Beast (there’s this one lady who writes A LOT about it!)

But books would say that if a werewolf (not real but imagine) bites you you become a werewolf

And then they brood and kiss a lot right

If the book is any good yes

I’m dying and we’re talking about werewolf kissing

Sorry if I’m rude or not taking it seriously :(

I thought you were joking

I am joking dw

OH! ty

Idk werewolf kissing’s a good subject

If you’re bored in there you might want to look up the Beast

Or I could send you something you can read

I can’t read

Like right now I can read

I’ve read

Books

There are videos about it!! There’s this one from the time that is good

I am very bored and will be watching this video

About a werewolf/manwolf (not real)

Learn lots about the werewolf/manwolf (not real)

Get well soon Laura!!

Thanks! I’ll try not to die!

/lh

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“...but with all the sightings, no one knew if it was man, beast, or even a combination of the two, one person simply called it God’s mistak-”

Buffering. On an ink sketch of a werewolf’s eyes.

Laura groaned. The wi-fi sucked here - or at least, it had for the past couple hours. She put her phone down on the table, looked out the window. It was almost sunset. Cars were passing on the road below, busy to get somewhere. A few trucks here and there. Laura…was tired. She slunk back down in bed. Closed her eyes.

Tried to get some more sleep.

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🔮📅💘 for the ask game for any f/o >:)

thank you! doing this with Shigaraki :D

💘 - when did you two realize that you were in love with each other?

Miru: wait, i have a meme for this, brb-

Shigaraki: i will answer until she, just like William, comes back- after one of our missions when Miru nursed my wounds. it was the first time i let someone touch me and they were just so... so gentle and-

Miru: ayo, guys! i am back! :D here-

Miru: the first time i saw him :D

Shigaraki: ... and why is that?

Miru: you looked very handsome and not to mention pathetic back then, things which i really love in a man-

---

🌟 what do you think are your biggest similarities?

Miru: we both are quite the alpha gamers :D (says me, the silly little guy who sucks at video games-)

Shigaraki: yeah right- i would rather say we share a similar world view and we both are capable of going great lengths for something we truly believe in.

Miru: right, that! :0 oh! and we're also pretty hella gay-

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🔮 what are your plans/wishes for the future?

*note that i have no idea what's going on in the manga right now, so yeah-

Miru: i just want for this hero-villain war or whatever is going on to stop once and for all so we could go back to the normal days where we would set things on fire with Dabi's help for fun, or the usual nights in the hideout with Mr. Compress showing his new magic tricks! and i also miss Toga and Twice being their very Toga and Twice selves-

Shigaraki: we just want to bring the good old days into the new future we are fighting for.

#irummna answers #aaaahhh!! :DD #i tried to answer them seriously but i kinda failed-#but it was fun :D #took me so long to answer 'cause i could barely find the photo-

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bemylord · 4 years ago

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↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

//~~//

idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.

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h2bakugou · 3 years ago

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『 𝗵𝟮𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 』 ✦ 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝘂 ; 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘂 ; 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗡𝗜

𝐈𝐕. 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗱 ✦ 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀-𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ; between you and izuku’s relationship, sex was always something to touch on later, both literally and figuratively. so when you go to your closest guy friends seeking advice on how to please your boyfriend, they give you much more of hands on lesson than you had expected.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ; katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero x reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; 18+, smut, swearing, porn with plot/little plot, cheating, dub-con, virgin!reader, virginity stealing, oral (male and female receiving), overstimulation, orgasm denial, thigh fucking, cum play, spit play, spanking, fingering, bukkake, orgy, split roasting, biting, mentions of porn, partial revenge sex, sub/dom dynamics, praise kink, degradation, masturbation, double penetration, recording

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ; this came to me on a whim, i really needed to just get this out of my head. i’ve been in a weird headspace and this prompt just kinda came up and stuck with me. apologies for any spelling/writing errors, this piece was not proofread!!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 6.7k

✦ 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁 ✦

Wanting to be the perfect girlfriend for your ever so lovely boyfriend was becoming more of a challenge. Izuku was an angel, and heaven-sent. He was as sweet as he could be. And you loved him for all that he did for you.

Helping you study for your college classes, taking you on cute picnic dates to watch the sunset.

You were lucky to have a guy like him. But having a perfect guy like him meant you could also lose him. And you didn’t want that at all.

The two of you had never dabbled much into sex and all of its activities. There was the time you’d grinded against his lap, or made out while he jerked off under you, but you’d never done anything with him, just like he’d never done anything with you.

You were both nervous, but you wanted your first time together to be something special. Something you could both cherish. You wanted it to be perfect for him.

Since porn was the last place you wanted to take advice from, you swallowed your nerves and bit the bullet, asking your best group of guy friends if you could hang out at their flat for a bit.

And of course, in the group chat, you were all in together, they welcomed you over with open arms.

You settled on their couch instantly recognizing the neutral grey walls as your second home when you weren’t pacing around your own flat.

“So what’s up girlie?” Kaminari asks, already laying his head in your lap like usual.

“I have a really big favor to ask you all.” You stare worryingly at the floor, just past Kaminari’s head.

“What is it? You know we’re here to help.” Kirishima chimes in, honestly expecting some bad news.

“Don’t tell me that shithead Deku’s causing problems.” Bakugou grunts from his spot beside you on the couch.

“No, no. It does have to deal with Deku, but er...” You pause, swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat before spitting it out.

“We keep having these sexual moments, and I just wanna please him but I don’t know where to start so I thought I would ask you guys what feels good for men.” You suddenly feel as if the world has caved in, your frame much smaller than anyone else’s in the room.

As if a lightbulb had flicked on simultaneously in the male’s heads, they all gathered around you.

“Well, I know for a start, I like it when they look at me when they blow me. Makes me feel in control.” Kaminari grins.

“Yeah it’s the only time you’re in control.” Sero jokes. Kaminari slaps the ravenette and rolls off of your lap, sitting up beside you.

“So you want to have sex with Izuku finally?” Kirishima asks. You nod sheepishly, still embarrassed to be so open about your sex life, or lack of one, with some of your best friends.

“Have you ever had sex before?” Bakugou asks bluntly. Your silence speaks volumes as the four men around you all seem to get the same idea yet again.

“We can give you some tips!” Kirishima’s words aren’t supposed to have a double meaning, but in a matter of seconds, Bakugou’s standing right in front of you, gazing down at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Take my belt off.” He speaks clearly.

“W-wait you guys are just supposed to teach me-”

“We are. Hands-on teaching seems to show the most progress does it not?” Kaminari butts in, his hands creeping up on your sides, dipping under your arms to undo the buttons on your blouse.

“We’re gonna help you understand what feels good for us! We can teach you better this way, so pay close attention.” Sero stood behind Bakugou, slinging his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder.

“If this is gonna help, I guess it won’t be too bad.” You mumble, your timid hands reaching for Bakugou’s belt.

“Look at me.” Bakugou’s voice ushers for your gaze. Your eyes travel up his clothed chest to his crimson eyes.

“Good girl.” Bakugou grinned, watching as your eyes widened.

“Bet stupid Deku doesn’t praise you.” Bakugou huffs. Your hands eventually undo his belt and now you stare at his abdomen. Bakugou tugs his shirt off over his head, revealing his toned chest.

You’re in awe.

“Izuku doesn’t look like that.” You think out loud, figuratively drooling over your best friend. Bakugou feels a strong sense of pride as he glances at Kaminari, who’s finally able to tug your shirt off and reveal those pretty tits he’s beat his dick to at night.

Photos of you in swimsuits, or teasing clips you’d posted to your instagram stories late at night in a bra or some sort of revealing top while you hung out with your girlfriends, Denki kept them all in a hidden folder and let out embarrassing moans when his hand jerked his cock at them.

“So pretty.” Kaminari mumbles, biting your shoulder as he unclamps your bra, finally seeing them in person, unobscured.

“Deku’s so fucking lucky.” Kaminari hisses, grabbing them roughly, kneading them in his hands harshly.

You whine, whether in pain or pleasure is unsure, the feeling of Kaminari’s hands kneading your tits like their just dough is making your cunt throb. And it suddenly feels so much hotter in the room when your eyes widen at the size of Kaminari’s bulge as you glance over at him.

“Does he touch you like this?” Kaminari whispers, his fingers twisting your nipples, tugging them between his thumb and forefinger as the rest of his hand continues to cup and massage your breasts.

“N-No. He’s never touched me.” You whine, your head hanging on your shoulders, embarrassed to be so turned on by this. This was wrong-

“Get my cock out. It’s time for you to learn how to suck someone off.” Bakugou places his hand on the back of your head and yanks your hair back, forcing you to look at him.

“Go on, or you won’t like when I do it myself. I’ll use your throat like a fleshlight.” Bakugou’s voice drops, watching as your hands find their way back to his pants.

“How come he gets to get blown first?” Kirishima mumbled to Sero, the pair gradually undoing their own pants, slowly palming over their clothed erections.

“Because I hate Deku the most.” Bakugou grunts.

“Oh fuck.” You curse, staring at Bakugou’s cock in awe.

“I’ve never seen one in person before...” You babble, completely shocked by the pure length and girth of the cock that’s twitching in front of you. Bright pink cockhead, with a prominent vein on the underside, he’s fucking huge. And for a second you wonder if you can even open your mouth wide enough to take even the head of him in your mouth.

But you get your answer soon enough.

“So innocent.” Sero’s ashamedly turned on by your innocence. The way you stared at Bakugou’s cock like it was the only thing in the room was enough to make him excited. He wanted to steal every moment from you. He wanted to ruin you.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out.” Bakugou instructs. You do as you say and you can see Bakugou visibly tense. His shoulders relax as he grips the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your tongue.

“Rule number one. No teeth. Ever.” Bakugou makes this rule very evident as he taps his dick against your tongue.

“If it’s too much, tap me three times.” Bakugou says in a slightly gentler tone, almost as if he knew you were going to need to tap out.

“Well, it’s not gonna suck itself.” Bakugou huffs, smirking down at you. You try to think straight but nothing’s working. You search in the dirtiest parts of your brain, trying to remember all the magazines you’d seen telling you how to suck a guy to make him cum, but as you took Bakugou’s cock into your mouth, just past the tip, your jaw was already starting to ache.

Kaminari’s hands had traveled down to your shorts, teasing your bare skin as he slid his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

“Holy fuck.” Bakugou murmured, glancing back at Kirishima and Sero, who had now whipped their cocks out, stroking them while their pants sat pooled around their ankles.

“Is she good?” Sero asks, glancing over Bakugou to look down at you. You were clearly struggling, your hands resting in your lap awkwardly, not sure of where or what to do with them.

“Here, get on your knees down here.” Bakugou pulls his cock from your past your lips with a small ‘pop’ sound, his strong arms tugging you down off the couch, leaving Kaminari alone up there.

He quickly hops down too, sitting down behind you, taking the chance to play with your tits some more, biting and kissing your neck and shoulder.

Sero and Kirishima stand on opposite sides, now trapping you between all four males, one on each side of you.

You gaze at Sero’s cock. It was long, and lean, a significant curve set his apart from Bakugou’s. It was a bit thinner but still looked like it could do some serious damage.

Kirishima, on the other hand, seemed to outweigh them both. His cock was fat and hung along with the biggest balls you’ve ever seen-note you’ve seen three pairs so far.

It was thick, long, and veiny. And you were scared. If you could barely fit Bakugou’s in your mouth, you knew for a fact his wouldn’t fit at all.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ‘cha?” Kirishima teased as your hands daintily reached up to stroke Sero and Kirishima’s cocks. Something you’d seen in a porno once, where a girl was in a position similar to yours.

“Where’d you learn that one?” Kaminari teases, licking your shoulder.

“P-porn.” You stutter out.

“Oh.” Sero laughs.

“What a dirty girl you are.” Kirishima’s hips thrust forward, allowing your hand to complete the first stroke from the tip to the base.

You lean forward and take Bakugou’s cock back into your mouth, staring up at him as he grunts. His hands find their way to your hair, forcing you to take his length.

So much for going in slow and easy.

You’re sure you see the heavens for a moment. Your vision blurs with tears as Bakugou’s cock hits the back of your throat. Your hands stop moving on Sero and Kirishima’s cocks as you take a moment to adjust.

You mewl, your voice reverberating against Bakugou’s cock, the vibrations sending chills down his spine. He takes control, using your mouth as his own personal fucktoy.

And you were completely helpless. Besides the tears on your lashes and the ache in your jaw, your hands returned to jerking off the men beside you, your eyes still set on staring up at Bakugou as he smirked pridefully at you.

And then you felt it. Kaminari’s hands had slid down into your panties, his fingers just barely ghosted over your clit before you forced yourself down to the base of Bakugou’s cock, your hips jerking from the sensation alone.

“Woah there.” Kaminari pulled his hands out, giggling.

“Someone’s never felt that before.” He teases. You tap Bakugou’s leg three times and he pulls out, almost disappointed.

“Are you alright?”

“Does it feel good to be touched down there?” You ask your hands reaching to remove your shorts.

“I think you’re talking to the wrong crowd for that.” Kirishima jokes.

“Dumbass. Of course, it feels good. Don’t tell me you’ve never-”

“No! No! I’ve tried I could just never, make myself...”

“Oh my god.” Kirishima and Sero give each other an almost pitiful stare.

“And Deku’s never pushed sex so I always thought something was wrong with me. What if I can’t cum? How can I please him if I can’t-”

“Hey. Why don’t we help you out? Clearly touching you there evoked some sort of reaction, why don’t you relax and let me see if I can work something out of you.” Kaminari offers, rubbing your sides. You nod shyly.

Spreading your legs similarly, your movements are slow and timid as if you're scared to make a wrong move. Kaminari glances up to the others as they quickly picked up, Bakugou kneeling down to help remove your shorts and panties, which had a small damp spot, one Bakugou didn’t miss.

“You’re already soaking your panties. You’re enjoying this.” Bakugou retorted, staring in awe of your glistening cunt, one his childhood best friend had claimed before him.

It ate away at Bakugou daily. Seeing the two of you walk to classes together, or whenever you’d post snaps of you laying on his chest after he fell asleep during a movie night.

Or the way he’d call you baby in front of all your friends. It pissed Bakugou off. He was in love with you.

But oh was Bakugou going to take this chance by its reigns. He was going to show you exactly what you were missing being with that stupid nerd.

And even more so. Bakugou was going to take your virginity away from you, and away from the guy who you clearly thought was going to.

“Damn Deku really is lucky.” Sero whispered, his eyes locked tight onto your dripping cunt. It was beautiful. Sero had his fair share of one-night stands, and hookups, but he’d never seen one that looked like yours. God, it was captivating. He wanted to feel your tight, plush walls hugging his cock as he fucked into you from behind.

And then there was Kirishima, who stared in awe as well. His eyes wandered your naked body and wondered if you were truly the same girl going out with Deku.

Part of you being in a standing relationship was so enticing. Kirishima was nothing short of respectful, but wanting to destroy any sort of expectations you had for your first time with Deku sent his brain and cock into overdrive.

And there you were, legs sprawled out, cunt dripping your essence onto the soft carpeted floors, your back pressed into Denki's chest as his fingers reached down and spread your pussy apart.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt like you were going to implode. Your senses were heightened, and the slightest touch between your thighs made you squirm. Denki chuckled as the other males salivated over you, picking their jaws off the floor was the next step.

"Go on, why don't you find her clit." Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest with an evil grin.

"Oh shut the fuck up." Kaminari's fingers moved from the lips of your cunt to the hardened bud, and with one tiny little touch, you let out an embarrassing whine. Denki grinned as he moved his fingers in a slow circular motion over your clit, watching how you quickly clamped your legs together.

"Awe no, let them see just how good I am with my fingers." Kaminari cooed in your ear, using one hand to pry your legs back open, Sero bending down and grabbing the other, forcing them apart. You whined in pleasure as his fingers worked wonders against your clit, your back arching against his chest.

"Denki!" You cried out, feeling something building up inside of you. Kaminari grinned but Bakugou wasn't having it.

"Oi, enough. I wanna cum down her throat." Bakugou grunted, yanking you up to your feet from your forearm.

"Sit on his face and suck my cock, slut." Bakugou spat, your eyes widening. You nodded, glancing back at Kaminari who was already moving for you to do so. You were nervous, feeling awful for sitting on his face, but you didn't regret a thing when you felt Kaminari's tongue swipe through your folds.

The cold steel of his tongue piercing made you shiver as his tongue flicked across your clit making you whine.

"'m ready." You choked out, glancing at Bakugou.

"Us first." Sero stepped in, gripping the base of his cock, tapping it against your lips, similarly to how Bakugou had done. Kirishima stepped up and nudged his cockhead against Sero's, the two unphased by it.

"I-I can't take both-"

"So take turns." Bakugou said bluntly. You glanced up at Sero and Kirishima, worryingly trying to take Kirishima's cock into your mouth first. You made it just barely past the tip of his fat cock, before you realized your attempt was futile. You brought a hand up to help, stroking the base of his cock while your mouth worked past the tip. Your free hand returned to jerk Sero off, your ego racing as you heard his own grunts of pleasure.

"She's a quick learner." Kirishima grins, his hand resting on your head as he guides you gently to take more of his cock into your mouth. Kirishima is saddened when you stop and switch to try and do the same for Sero.

Halfway through the transition, Kaminari's tongue prods through your entrance, making you stop. Your shoulders tense up and you freeze, quickly hunching over, grinding your cunt against Kaminari's mouth, the tips of his nose brushing against your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry, feeling yourself lose control. Your mind turns white for a moment, and all the pleasure begins to hurt as you want to leap off of Kaminari's tongue. But his strong arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place stop you from doing so.

"It-it hurts! Please." You pant, your lips parted as you mewl against his face.

"He fucking did it. He made her cum." Sero groaned. Your head shot up, staring at the ravenette.

"T-that was-"

"A female orgasm? Yeah. Felt weird and tingly, and when he kept going it hurt. Fun huh." Sero grins.

"Dude, let her explain it." Kirishima sighs.

"It felt good. Really good. I've never felt anything like that before." You go to continue your job of blowing Sero, but he stops you.

"Let's take this to Bakugou's room." Sero smirks.

You're on your feet in a matter of seconds until the boys toss you onto Bakugou's cozy bed, the one you've crashed on multiple times while he was away or while he slept on the couch.

This time, Sero was quick to take control of the situation, ushering you to the edge of the bed where your head hung off. Sero smiled down at you, tapping his cock against your lips again as you eventually opened it for him. Before sliding it in, Sero leaned down and spit into your mouth, cutting any possible complaints off by shoving his cock down your throat.

"Fuck." Sero dragged out, watching as Kirishima took the opportunity to plant himself between your thighs, his tongue diving into your cunt. Your moans were silenced by Sero's cock as he fucked your throat raw. Kaminari was the only one who hadn't been inside your throat. But he was doing just fine, teasing himself with his hand, forcing himself to stop every time he felt like cumming at the sight of you being used by his friends.

"She tastes so good. Want more." Kirishima muttered against your cunt, using one hand to spread you open as his tongue wrecked your clit, his other hand dipped a single finger inside your tight entrance.

"She's so fucking tight." Kirishima commented, rubbing his middle finger along your folds, his knuckle just barely grazing the fleshy walls of your hole.

"I bet." Bakugou muttered.

"Can I fuck her thighs?" Kaminari asked, eyes bright with excitement. It was something he'd dreamt about doing. Feeling your plush thighs squeeze his cock, all while gripping handfuls of your tits, cumming on your tummy. It was a thought he could get off to over and over again.

"Shit. Gonna cum!" Sero groaned, sliding his cock past your lips once more, his cock twitching as he shot his hot load down your throat.

The next few seconds were fuzzy. Sero pulled out and shot up, cum leaking from past your lips. You couldn't swallow it. Shamefully spitting up, feeling horrible, it dropped onto your stomach and began to leak and make a mess.

"Awe, poor thing. Never had anyone cum in your pretty mouth before huh?" Sero patted your head, tilting it back so you could look up at him. Your lips were glossy and glistening with spit and cum, but your eyes were watery.

"Sorry! I-"

"Don't apologize. I should've just cum all over this pretty face instead." He smirked, leaning down, pressing a rough kiss to your lips. Kirishima decides to add another finger, and you're gone, moaning into Sero's mouth, hands gripping the sheets with enough force to turn your knuckles white.

Your thighs clamp over Kirishima's ears, and you find yourself grinding against his tongue and fingers, back arching off of the mattress. Bakugou just stands in awe, whipping out his phone to record the whole scene.

"Alright let Kaminari have his fuckin' turn." Bakugou groans, tugging Kirishima away, watching how your legs twitch as you cum for the second time. You're so sensitive and you don't know why. For the first time, after Sero pulls away, you see Kaminari's cock.

It's a little larger than average. It's pretty and slightly fatter at the head than at the base, and much like Sero's, as a pretty curve in it. Kaminari is eager to sandwich his cock between your thighs, watching how he smiles as he leans down to paw at your tits.

Just as he slides through your thighs, you feel the friction of his cock glide against your cunt, and suddenly you're awakened to yet another new feeling. Your back falls flat against the mattress again, your eyes floating back up to Sero who hovers over you. You go to reach for his cock but he shakes his head and yanks Kirishima over to his spot.

"Be a good girl for Kirishima, he likes to fuck pretty little mouths like yours." Sero grins evilly. You stare at the monster cock above your lips and you hesitate. How does he fucking live with a cock like this? Your cunt throbs just looking at it. You can imagine it buried in your cunt, your legs shaking as you cum over and over again on it.

Kaminari panted as moaned as his cock fucked your thighs, his hands still kneading your tits as Kirishima forced his cock down your throat, this time much slower than Bakugou or Sero had done. Your jaw ached in a much more intense pain. But you squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring it.

"That's it, take my fucking cock down your throat like the stupid little fucktoy you are." Kirishima degraded you. You let your hand travel down between your legs, forcing it to your cunt while not disrupting Kaminari's pleasure.

"Aw look, she wants to cum again." Kaminari quickly snatches your frisky hand back up, slowing his ministrations and slowing the friction of his cock grinding against your cunt.

Kaminari and the rest of the men hear your failed attempt at a whine as you struggle with Kirishima's cock in your mouth. Kaminari's hips move slowly and smoothly, humping your thighs like a needy pup.

Pining your hands to the mattress as he grinds his cock between your thighs, Kaminari lets out a huff before pulling himself away from you.

Kaminari groans and slinks over to Bakugou, whispering something in his ear which only elicits a smirk on his lips. Bakugou passes the word onto Sero who passes it onto Kirishima like a game of telephone.

Suddenly Kirishima's drawing his cock from your mouth and Bakugou's tugging you up.

"Get on your knees." Bakugou instructs, forcing your face down into the mattress, hiking your ass up into the air. Bakugou's palm comes down against your ass, the sound echoing in the full room. You whine into the sheets as he does it again, this time letting his hands grip your cheeks, spreading you apart.

"God, you're fucking dripping." Bakugou's not worried about the mess you've made smearing Sero's cum over his sheets, he'll have to wash them after what's going to happen.

Bakugou leans down into his mattress, tasting you for the first time. You clench the sheets between your hands, mewling in pleasure as his tongue flicks across your clit and scoops up your juices, most of it dribbling down his chin. He's eating you out like he'd been starved. You're cumming in a matter of seconds as he continues.

"'s too much! Please!" You cry out, your cunt aching in overstimulation. Kaminari had denied you once, and it didn't take much for the need to cum to overtake you.

"Gonna have to fuckin' punish you for that. Did I say you could cum, bitch?" Bakugou pulls away, spanking you once more.

"N-no!" You cry.

"'m sorry!" You apologize, hoping your efforts would spare you humiliation. But oh how wrong you were.

A searing pain rips through you as Bakugou's cock pushes past your entrance. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth hangs open, a small cry ripping through your throat.

"It hurts!" You cry. Suddenly, the searing pain stops. Bakugou has pulled out, sighing as he moves onto the bed, waving for the guys to join.

Bakugou guides you down onto his cock, however, this time it's more like sitting on his lap. He's propped against his headboard, and you ease down as best as you can. It hurts, but Kirishima and Sero coddle you, kissing on your neck and chest, leaving Kaminari to suck on your nipples, flicking his tongue across your the hardened buds.

Bakugou bottoms out inside of you and all you can feel is the stretch. It hurts, more than anything you've ever felt. It's overwhelming and you can't think at all. Bakugou doesn't move. He rests inside you until you give a weary moan.

"Better?" He asks softly.

"Y-yeah." Your arms sling over the shoulders of the redhead and ravenette attacking your shoulders and neck with kisses and bites.

Bakugou's hands rest on your hips and help you up and down as you begin to bounce on his cock, the tip nudging against a spongey spot inside you, forcing moans to spew from you like a shook-up soda.

"Her moans are so fuckin' dirty." Kirishima speaks against your skin, sinking a hand down to your cunt, his fingers beginning to work at your clit, making you spew even lewder sounds as your moans turn to mewls and cries of pleasure.

"Who knew she could moan like that?" Kaminari laughed, palming at your breasts. You feel embarrassed, letting these men rip you to shreds while trying to learn.

It then dawns on you how you'd ended up in this predicament in the first place. You came here willing to learn, hoping to bring back something to help Izuku, but you'd completely blanked. You couldn't really remember anything they'd taught you, or if they'd taught you anything at all. Once you sucked Bakugou's cock, it'd all happened so fast.

Sitting on Denki's face, stuffing your face full of Kirishima and Sero's cock, cumming on Bakugou's tongue while being face down on his bed. It was all a strange feeling.

And now as your mind began to turn blank, vision clouding from pleasure, you realized you were fixing to cum again, this time from Bakugou's cock. All your pain had melted away-though a dull ache still remained in your abdomen, and turned to pleasure. You were cumming.

You. Were cumming.

Bakugou had taken your virginity.

And Bakugou had come to the same conclusion. As your cunt squeezed and pulsed against his aching cock, so desperately wanting to spill his load inside you and see you plump with his kid, claiming you for his own, stealing you away from that stupid fucking nerd you were with, he realized he had been the one in the end to claim you, and your virginity.

It was a sick and twisted sense of pride, to really think he had any say-so over your body. But there was something so devilishly hot to say that he'd been your first.

"Bakugou!" You cried out, your nails digging into the skin of Kirishima and Sero. Bakugou's cock continued to thrust into you.

"Yeah take my fuckin' cock. Take it you fuckin' whore. Gonna fuck you until you're braindead." Bakugou muttered, reaching a hand up to grip your throat, forcing your back against his chest.

"I wanna see you full of Kirishima's cock. Think you could take it? He'd rip you apart." Bakugou grinned, setting his friend up next. You shook your head against his hand on your throat.

"It's too big!" You cried, hoping that he'd listen to you. But he didn't. Instead, you found yourself back on the mattress, this time on your hands and knees. Weakly you kept yourself upright as Kirishima positioned at your entrance,

"Gonna use you like the little cocksleeve you are." Kirishima chuckles, watching as you squirm as the tip grazes your tight hole. Your cunt is dripping, every little touch seems to make you whine, and you can't tell if you've peed yourself or if you're just that wet. You think the former would be less embarrassing, but you decide to just stop thinking about it, and instead, you thank your body for all the natural lubrication it's making for Kirishima's cock.

Kaminari takes your mouth, sliding his cock inside and finally getting to feel what everyone else had. You can't speak, you can barely make any sounds with how raw they've fucked your throat. And you're painfully aware that they hadn't even bothered to slap on a condom. Not that you'd minded, they'd shown you time and time again that they were clean, and you were happy they'd taken the steps to have safe sex with any partner they had.

Kirishima's fingers leave bruises on your hips, gripping you with force. He sheathes himself inside you and you swear you feel yourself ripping in half.

It's so much, all at one time.

"Holy shit she fucking took you all." Bakugou says shocked, almost as if that was something to be proud of.

"He sent a chick to the ER. That phone call was awful." Sero teases the redhead for one of his mishaps.

"I didn't purposely hurt her! I was just trying to have fun, didn't think my cock was capable of tearing her fuckin' vagina." Kirishima feels a bit awkward talking about a terrible sex story while he's plowing into you, especially since you're too cockdrunk to even realize what's happening.

"Would you two shut up?" Kaminari's grabbing a fistful of your hair as he tilts your head back, sliding his cock down your throat, smiling down at you.

"You're doing such a good job. So fuckin' cute swallowing my cock like that." Kaminari praises. His praises make you feel warm and fuzzy, and you think for a moment, this is what it's like to be loved. But then images of Deku cross your mind. And your gaze drops, and you feel ashamed. You feel dirty.

You repeat to yourself that this is just a learning experience and nothing more. You'd never do this because you weren't satisfied in your relationship. No. You were doing this for Deku. You wanted to show him you knew what you were doing. You wanted to show him he could fuck your throat and make you cum with his tongue.

Kirishima grunted, his cock stretching even further, reminding you of the pain Bakugou had put you through the first time he'd entered you. It burned, but it became tolerable after a while.

"Shit, she's so fuckin' tight. Wanna cum inside." Kirishima groans. Your ears perk up at his words. You want to tell him no, but you can't. You don't. He pulls out before he gets the chance to and you're relieved.

"Sero, your turn." Kirishima trades places with Sero who was stroking his cock watching you get dicked down on both ends. Sero's cock takes you down an undiscovered path.

It seems every time he slides into you, his cock nudges against that spot inside you, making you cry in pleasure as Kaminari swaps places with Bakugou, his cock rammed down your throat once more.

Things become blurry, and all you remember is cumming again and again. When Sero nears his climax, he swaps places with Kaminari and Kirishima takes his chance to fuck your throat.

Kaminari's pace is different from Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugou's. He has no restraint. He fucks you fast, and hard, sending your body forward with each heavy thrust. He might be a bit smaller compared to the males, but he surely makes up for it.

"Out of everyone here, Kaminari has the most experience." Sero chimes in, patting his shoulder while he huffs, pounding into you until you're cumming around his cock, your milky white juices leaking out everywhere.

"She's making such a mess. How pitiful. So how fucked out are you, gorgeous?" Sero asks, watching as Kirishima pulls his cock out from your mouth, drool and saliva dripping past your lips as you choke out a moan.

"Feels-s so good." You babble, your head hangs on your shoulder as you bury it into the mattress, moaning as Kaminari fucks you into yet another orgasm. His stamina is incredible considering you thought he was still new to sex. Sorry Kami.

"She's fuckin' out of it jesus christ." Bakugou mumbles, pulling Kaminari out from between your cunt. Bakugou flips you onto your back and stares at you in amazement. Your legs are shaking and you're still making noise, whining about how you want more and how empty you feel.

"Please, fill me up." You whine, staring at the boys.

"With a face like that, how could we resist?" Kirishima grins, slapping Sero on the ass. Sero rolls his eyes and joins you on the bed.

"Think you can take two at once gorgeous?" Sero coos, laying down beside you, ushering you to lay on top of him. Your mouth drops open as you lower yourself onto him and lay back, watching as Bakugou saunters around to the front. He grins as he lines his cock up at your entrance, just barely pushing his tip inside.

"Kirishima stretched her out good for us to use her like the little whore she is. God, she's so fucking good at this I almost don't wanna give her back." Sero whines against your back, kissing your bare skin as Kaminari watches in amazement as Bakugou sinks his cockhead inside your already full cunt.

"So full. Want your cocks inside me." You manage to blurt out as Bakugou grips your thighs, shoving his cock into your stuffed pussy. It wouldn't fit all the way, but it threw you over the edge.

"Maybe she needs that filthy mouth of hers full of cock again." Kirishima's hand strokes his cock, eyeing Kaminari. Kaminari eagerly hops onto the bed, his knees hitting against Sero's arm as he taps his cock on your lips.

"Come on angel, wrap those pretty lips around my dick." Kaminari smiles, watching as your mouth lolled open. Sero's arms wrapped around your tummy, holding you against him as he fucked up into you, his cock rubbing against Bakugou's inside of you, both cocks rubbing against your walls, making you feel insanely good.

Kirishima was not going to let this moment go to waste. Snatching Bakugou's phone, he began to record, calling you a slut for them.

"Look at this cockdrunk whore. Stuffed full of three fuckin' cocks." Kirishima laughed, holding the phone near your pussy, making sure to record how Bakugou and Sero abused your cunt.

"What would Deku do if he got this nasty little clip huh? Bet he'd call you a slut. Watching his friends fuck your little virgin cunt until you're braindead." Kirishima grinned as he moved and set the phone up to continue recording for the rest of the session.

"Wanna fuckin' fill you up." Bakugou grunted.

"Teach that nerd a fuckin' lesson about how to fuck a woman." He continued.

"She's making such a mess, look at that pretty pussy. So sloppy." Kaminari moaned as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, trying your best to take him into your mouth. The angle was a bit awkward but you managed, eventually pulling him into your mouth.

"God let's hurry this up, I can't take much more of her cunt squeezing me." Sero huffed into your back. He was going to cum again if he kept going. He wanted to fill you up like everyone else did, but he wanted to see his cum all over your pretty face.

Bakugou pulled out first leaving Sero alone inside you. You let out a strangled moan as Bakugou tapped his cock against your sensitive clit, your cries no longer silenced by Kaminari's cock since he too had pulled his cock from your mouth.

"Get down on the floor, on your knees." Bakugou instructed. Hazily you lifted yourself from Sero's cock, slightly amused by the moan he let out as he slid out of you. You stumbled onto the floor, sitting patiently on your knees as they gathered around you, this time smushing themselves to all have a view of you in the front.

"Can't wait to see you covered in cum." Kaminari spoiled the surprise, his hand jerking his cock. You stared up at Bakugou. Leaning in you licked the tip of his cock, watching as his eyes rolled back. You took turns swapping between the males until they were all helping you out, stroking their cocks at fast paces until Bakugou came.

Hot ropes of cum stuck to your face and chest as Kaminari came second, Sero third, and Kirishima fourth. It dribbled down your chin as you stared up at them, each of them smiling proudly at you.

"So fuckin' slutty. Look at her, so fucked out." Sero said breathily. They all rushed to grab their phones, snapping pictures of you covered in their cum. You just sat quietly, staring up at them as your chest heaved, your cunt throbbing.

"So what'd you learn?" Bakugou leans down, a handful of your hair holding your head back so he could look into your eyes.

"I-I like being stuffed full of cock." You babbled. Your cheeks were stained with his cum.

"Whose cock?" Bakugou's eyes narrowed.

"Yours." You parted your lips, still miraculously trying to catch your breath.

"Good girl." Bakugou praised. The other boys gathered around you, leaning down with towels to help clean you up.

It took about fifteen minutes to clean you up entirely, but afterward, they helped dress you and treated you to some dinner. You were nothing but smiles the entire time.

Before you left their apartment, Bakugou pulled you aside.

"Record your time with Deku so we can give you another lesson." He whispered into your ear, an evil smirk on his lips. You pulled away from him shyly, nodding.

"Thank you for teaching me." You thanked the men as you walked toward the door, an obvious limp in your step.

"Do you need a ride home angel?" Sero asks, ready to hop in his car and drive you over to your shared apartment with Deku.

"I think I'll be okay. I drove here anyway." You giggle. Sero smiles and glances at the others. Visions of your face covered in cum plague Sero's thoughts and he wants to slam you against the front door and fuck you all over again.

The same image is running through everyone's head as they stare at you as you leave, wanting you to stay. But it's too late when the door shuts and they're left alone as if nothing had happened.

"What happened doesn't leave this fuckin' apartment." Bakugou states, trudging off down to his room to put his freshly washed sheets on the bed.

When you arrive home, Deku's happy to see you. He doesn't question where you'd been, he knew you were with the boys hanging out. He smiles when you kiss him, and he's nothing but unaware of what had gone down.

He doesn't know about the cocks that had been stuffed inside your cunt, or a spot or two of dried cum that the towel might've missed that you'll clean up in the shower soon. He doesn't know about how dirty your mouth got and how it was filled with his friend's cocks only hours earlier.

He cuddles you sincerely until your hand begins to wander, palming him through his boxers.

"I'm ready." You smile sweetly, ready to put all that you had learned to the test.

✦ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ✦

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rere-the-writer · 3 years ago

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Title- 'To win her back'

A part two to this request

a part three - ????

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Protective Mikaelsons

You were surprisingly happy after a good cry when the Mikaelsons left. You thought over Elijah's words wondering if you could truly forgive them. You stood huffing as Ryan rush to your side worry written over his face.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine I am just tired." You tell him as Ryan smiled softly taking you to bed. Marcel thought it would be a good time to visit you a month after your lovers found you.

"So all that is from them?" Marcel asked taking the cup of tea from you as you sat down looking at the boxes. Since the Originals found you and did as you asked it didn't stop them from sending gifts and things for your baby. Rebekah sent baby clothes, Kol sent toys, Klaus would send paintings he did while Elijah began paying your bills not trusting Ryan to keep you living comfortable.

"Yes. Their way of apologizing, showering me with gifts." You said having not open any of them though you couldn't stop Elijah from paying the bills.

"How is the little guy?"

"Heathly, him and his twin brother." You tell your best friend watching him light up touching your belly smiling.

"Wow twins. That amazing."

"It is....how are they?" You couldn't help but ask as Marcel leaned back thinking how things were back in New Orleans. Things were tense between the Mikaelsons and Hayley as they blamed themselves for you leaving and Hayley was trying to get them to let you go.

"Well they are tensed with Hayley and a little jealous that you let Freya visit." Marcel tells you as you sighed it was true you only allowed Freya to come up to see you so the only way your lovers knew that you were okay was though her and Marcel.

"Tense with Hayley? Why?"

"Well other than blaming themselves for you leaving, they also blame Hayley." Marcel says as you thought over what he said. You knew from what Freya told how they were doing Klaus dosen't really leave his art studio, Rebekah and Kol sleeps in your bedroom and Elijah ignores Hayley spending his time looking though your photo album.

"I see. Well I got a doctor's appointment."

"Right. See you again soon." Marcel said hugging you walking out with you.

"Yeah Mar."

You huffed feeling annoyed seeing dozen red roses on your door and picked the box. You reading the card seeing it was from Kol and you put the roses in a vase while doing so you noticed two empty glasses of wine.

"What the?" You muttered walking seeing pair of women panties that you knew wasn't yours. You realize what was happening as you marched to the the bedroom finding Ryan in bed with his secretary.

"RYAN! Are you fucking kidding me!" You shouted surprising the lawyer and his secretary. You eyes narrowed seeing the gorgeous necklace around the woman's necklace and realized it was one that Rebekah sent as an apology.

"Gifting her my jewelry?!" You shouted at him throwing a picture frame at him as the secretary ylep.

"Baby listen it was an accident."

"An accident?! Get the fuck out of my home and you take my jewelry off!"

"Baby! I'll be out on the street!" Ryan said giving you a puppy dog look as the secretary scrabble to take the jewelry off and got dress. You crossed your arms glaring at Ryan who look pathetic pleading for you to not throw him out.

Elijah was walking down stairs knowing how quiet it was with Klaus up in his art studio, Kol spending all his time with Freya and Rebekah had yet to really leave your bedroom. Hayley came in stopping seeing Elijah and made an attempt to talk to the Original as he had been cold to everyone that wasn't family.

"Elijah, you can't keep ignoring me."

"What do want me to do Hayley? Come running to you? Seek comfort from the one thing that reminds me of the pain I cause to the woman I truly loved?"

"Wow. I hope you say it to her face." Elijah looked up seeing you standing there with a baby sling that held twins. Elijah's breathing hitched finding you just gorgeous dressed in a long sundress hair cut short.

"Y/N?" Elijah whispered finding it hard to believe you were standing there as Rebekah had heard Elijah say your name with Klaus and Kol.

"You guys act like you have seen a ghost." You teased as Rebekah reached you first worried you'll pull away but was glad you let her hug you.

"Are you back for good?"

"I sure hope so because I didn't drive a truck load of stuff for nothing." You said noticing how nervous they were around you as if it was your first night with them all over again.

"You came back to us." Elijah said watching you being lead to the den by Rebekah. They followed after as you frowned noticing the dust on things as you took a good look at your lovers.

Marcel and Freya wasn't kidding when they told you that the others weren't doing well. Each of them looked as if they weren't really feeding, Elijah wasn't dressed in a clean suit, Rebekah looked a bit duller, Klaus looked scruffy with paint on his clothes and Kol was just as dull as Rebekah.

"Well I thought seven months in your mistake was enough." You say sitting down with Rebekah sitting next to you. They looked seeing the twin boys that was asleep.

"So you came back to throw it their faces that you are happier."

"No Hayley. Truthfully I missed you all so I came home it would be unfair to keep Oilver and Henrik from their family." You said as they stared and Elijah swallowed walking over kneeling letting Kol take the other side of you and Klaus stood behind you.

"You named one of our boys after our little brother?"

"Yeah to honor Henrik." You say softly letting them get a better look at the sleeping boys. Hayley crossed her arms staring at you.

"So what hoping to move back in like nothing happened?"

"No. I bought the town house across the street. I forgive them but I am not ready to move back in." You tell Hayley as Oliver woke whining getting your attention. You had Rebekah take a still sleeping Henrik as you fed Oilver.

"How old are they?"

"A month in a half." You answered Kol watching Oliver latch onto you to eat. Elijah was in awe staring at his sons noticed how much Oliver and Henrik looked like him but he was glad they had your nose.

"Baby, as much as we would love for you move back in if there was one thing we learned was. Let you do what you need."

"I am not going to keep the boys from you all unlike some people but I need time before we jump back into this."

"Take all the time you need love. We can wait a thousand years if needed." Klaus says softly rubbing your shoulders. They were happy you let them touch you and was every willing to go as slow as you wanted.

"You want to hold him, Elijah?" You asked when Oilver was done and Kol fix you up. Elijah held his arms out as you placed the wake Oilver in his arms.

"Henrik is smaller than his brother." Rebekah said handing you the sleeping baby as you smiled softly.

"There was a bit of trouble during childbirth. I mean Hen is heathly he'll be fine." You tell them noticing the worry on their faces.

"Are you guys really okay with her just coming back?! After all the pain she put you all in?" Hayley walking in as you stood up getting the twins comfortable in the sling.

"Clearly you guys need to work things out with Hayley. I'll be across the street." You said walking out missing the glares the Mikaelsons gave Hayley. Marcel helped you bring your things inside with Josh and Davina.

"They are cute." Davina said watching over Henrik and Oilver who were wake in baby swings. You smiled opening boxes looking at your boys.

"Yeah they sure got the cute Mikaelson baby genes." You tell Davina as Josh and Marcel brought in the last of the boxes.

"I'm glad you're back. Me and Josh missed you."

"You guys could have visited with Marcel."

"Yeah but someone had to make sure the Mikaelsons take care of themselves."

"Was it really that bad?" You asked looking at them as Davina sighed.

"I am not going to lie to you. Yes it was Y/N, they were a mess. Marcel had to watch over the city."

"Hell they barely let Hayley in the Abattoir unless she was dropping Hope off." Josh tells you as you looked out the window looking across the way staring at the Abattoir.

"Freya never told me how bad it was."

"Because we agreed that you should come back home on your own not because of guilt." Marcel tells you as you looked at them while you were glad that they wanted you to come back on your own. You wished they told you how they really were doing.

Later that evening Klaus stopped by with Elijah and you let them in as they noticed you were in one of Klaus's old shirts and sweatpants.

"Unpacking love?"

"Yeah if you guys didn't send so much I wouldn't be still unpacking." You tease lightly as Klaus smirked while Elijah knelt down in front of the boys. Oliver was reaching for Elijah's hand and he let the boy grab his hand.

"Where is Kol and Rebekah?"

"Getting you dinner." Klaus said moving to help you unpack while Elijah was playing with boys.

"Where is Ryan?"

"Back in New York. Caught him sleeping with his secretary."

"Sorry to hear the love." Klaus says rubbing your back as you chuckled leaning into him.

"It's okay. Ryan wasn't you guys...he didn't have that same warmth."

"We brought food my beautiful righteous Queen." Kol said making you laugh which made the babies laugh. The Mikaelsons were happy to hear your laughter again and this time they were going to do their best to be sure you felt loved as they weren't going to let you go this time.

#rere's stories #mikaelson family x reader #mikaelson family fluff #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader

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averagewriter-inthedark · 3 years ago

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Welcome To Avengers Campus P.2 | Post NWH Imagine

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

*photos from Pinterest, collage made by me*

Read Part 1 | Read Part 3 (Finale) | Main Marvel Masterlist

Pairings & Characters: Jaqueline Elizabeth ‘Jackie’ Stark (OC), Tom!Peter Parker (Platonic/*adopted son type relationship*), Andrew!Peter Parker (platonic), Tobey!Peter Parker (platonic), Tony Stark (nephew), Steve Rogers (platonic/best friend), Bucky Barnes (platonic/best friend), Howard Stark (brother), Natasha Romanoff (platonic/best friend) *pretty much everyone else is a platonic relationship, I haven’t decided who would be a romantic interest* read this note & send me feedback on who you think would be best fit.

Content Warnings: references to Earth-616, spoilers for Spider-Man NWH, mentions of sexism and misogyny. cannon divergence (tony & Nat are alive/Peters are trapped, everyone remembers Peter), smoking. Angst but ends in fluff & mentions of violence, fighting and death (May). Slight Steve slander (sorry) | Female OC (she/her) | unedited & kinda long.

Premise: The group consisting of three versions of Peter Parker and two high school students are in for a treat when they are summoned to meet with current Director of what’s left of S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers. Young Peter Parker is all too familiar with having to answer to the one and only Jackie Stark, but could he be prepared for what’s in store when he lands in Avengers Campus. Let’s just say the little spider is gonna know what it’s like to be on time out.

Note: this is part two of an AU where the peters are trapped in the MCU world. Please read part 1 for background info on who the OC is. This does diverge from canon, and may turn into a possible series in the future where I go back in time and do a full story on Jackie and her life.

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When the plane landed on the airstrip, Peter (1) felt his heart start to race. His nerves were starting to get to him and was mentally preparing for what would be waiting for him when they arrive to Jackie’s office.

Jackie Stark was a force to be reckoned with. The woman was a super soldier from the 40s lost in time like Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. A true genius in chemistry and engineering—a doctor at that, something women during that time were not encouraged to do as it was believed the woman’s place was staying home to care for a man and children. But Jackie Stark was ambitious.

She went through many hardships as one could imagine. Dealing with egotistical men who downplayed her intelligence and talent. Rarely being taken serious—being called names when she stood her ground. Her younger brother, Howard, was always the one being praised while she stood in the shadows—even when it was her tests and calculations that made Howards designs work. Hell, she was the one who was gifted the vibranium to make Steve’s shield.

But history doesn’t tell you that.

Don’t be fooled now. Jackie loved her brother immensely and was the one to clock him if his ego and arrogance got the best of him. She was heartbroken when she woke up 60 years after being captured to find he along with her husband and son were killed just 19 years earlier. And Jackie barely had time to grieve the life she lost when she woke cause she was immediately thrown back into the spotlight and having to be the hero the world saw her to be.

Now here she was 13 years after waking up from a cryogenic coma as the Director of the Avengers & what was left of S.H.I.E.L.D following it’s fall in 2014. Fury was off planet—helping with the Skrulls, and couldn’t keep track of everything happening on Earth. So after cleaning up what happened with Thanos, Fury passed the mantel to the woman who was the right choice to lead.

After being hidden in the shadows for so long.

And boy was shit hitting the fan the moment Jackie Stark took her position. Wanda had unconsciously taken a whole town under her control, there were rumors of what the Loki that escaped in 2012 was up to, Clint was dealing with his Ronin drama, some mysterious rings belonging to a man named Shang-Chi had sent a beacon, & finally Peter was being accused of Quentin Backs’ murder which then led to the appearance of multiversal villains.

It was a lot for the Director.

So Peter was naturally shaking in his shoes by what her reaction would be now that he had seemed to put the icing on the cake on a shit show. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he casted a quick nervous glance to Mj and saw she was also looking a bit nervous. The others unclasped their seatbelts and followed Happy off the plane onto the airstrip. There was already a car waiting for them and they piled in with Happy in the drivers seat.

“So does Jackie know about them, Happy,” Peter gestured to the others seated behind him in the far back. Ned had taken the passenger seat while Mj and Peter (1) sat in the middle, the other versions taking camp in the far back.

Happy started the car, “Can’t really tell ya, kid. She didn’t say much on the phone—just to get you and everyone involved to the compound. Strange either called her or she saw something and called him—that’s when she called me.”

“Dammit, Strange,” Peter (1)s shoulders deflated. His head perks up a bit, “is there anyone else here?”

“I know Tony is,” that seemed to give Peter a little hope. “Nat is off helping Clint in New York and recruiting that young girl. Banner is helping Wong figure out what’s up with those Rings—and Thor is off God knows where in space with the Guardians.” Happy pauses to think, “I think Wanda is here. Jackie finally tracked her down and is trying to get Secretary Ross to call off Wandas arrest—I think she might be in a meeting with him right now actually.”

That just made Peter (1) deflate again. Hearing Jackie was in a meeting with Ross was not really good news. Especially if the man brings up what just happened in New York.

“Who’s Secretary Ross again?” Peter (3) raises his hand from the back.

“He’s the dude that was involved with all the Accords stuff,” Peter (1) replied, leaning his head against the window to watch the passing scenery. “And a very important dude at that.”

The car ride was quick and quiet. They passed two smaller buildings and the quinjet pad before pulling up to the parking lot in front of the main large building with the Avengers logo on it. They all piled out, with Happy leading them inside and the group couldn’t help but stop at he scene in front of them.

The building was buzzing with life. People were running with briefcases, speaking into earpieces, and conversing at tables while very large screens were mounted on the walls across the reception desk. News coverage was on at least two of them—already breaking the story of the semi-destroyed Statue of Liberty.

There was another monitor showcasing the status of Avengers with their pictures. Peter could see that his name, Nat, Rhodey, Banner, Strange, Sam, Bucky, T’Challa, Shuri, Okoye, Danvers, Thor and the Guardians were all listed as active and highlighted green. Tony, Jackie, Wanda, Scott, Hope, & Clint were all listed as inactive with their pictures highlighted red. Below the Avengers were a list of names underneath the bolded; Newest Recruits. The names were Xi Shang-Chi, Joaquin Torres, Yelena Belova, and Kate Bishop.

Happy strolls up to the reception desk, while the group remains a few paces behind him just staring at the monitors. “Hey, Tina,” he greets, “I need to get a couple visitor passes and Peter here,” he gestures to Peter 1, “needs to get his badge. Could you also let Director Stark know we’ve arrived.” The woman smiles and gets to work.

“What are the names for the passes?” Happy lists the names and gives an ‘I know, we’re working on it,’ when Tina becomes perplexed by hearing the two men behind Happy were also named Peter Parker. They all take their pictures for the pass and Tina hands them to each with explaining that an alarm will go off if they enter a section they are unauthorized to enter. “Tenth floor,” she tells Happy gesturing to the elevator.

Happy thanks her, as do the others and they make their way through the hallway next to the desk towards the elevator. Happy presses tenth floor, the highest level, and they all watch through the glass windows as they ascend. At first Peter thought the door would open and they’d automatically be in Jackies office, but instead it reveals another long corridor with a golden colored door at the end.

As the group begins to walk the hall, the door opens and a wheelchair bound Tony Stark emerges. Despite making a full recovery, he still had trouble walking and there were a few patches of burn marks on him. “If it isn’t the man of the hour!” The man is smiling, which makes Peter (1) even more dreadful. “On this episode of Peter screws the pooch,” now Peter (1) was having flashbacks to 2016. “—Jackie told you to call her if things went sideways and what happened, things went sideways and you didn’t call her.”

“Tony—.”

“Ah!” Tony lifts a finger to stop him. “You don’t have to explain to me, kid. The boss is who that’s for.” He watched Peter (1) gulp and the man sighed, brining his chair closer so he was in front of the boy. “She hasn’t given any sign of anger—and you know that’s when it gets scary when she doesn’t say anything. You’re just gonna have to be upfront an honest, Peter.” Tony leans back to notice the group behind him. “Maybe you’re new friends can help.”

Tony wheels to the side so he could get a better look at the two men. “You must be the spider-guys,” Tony glanced over the Peters. “That’s still weird to wrap my head around. Tony Stark,” he extends his hand and shakes the older Peters hand first before the taller one.

“Nice to meet you, Tony.” Peter (2) greets. “We’ve heard a lot about you. Glad to see you’ve made a full recovery.”

Tony thanks him, “Yeah it’s been a ride. I honestly still use this thing to get Pepper from making me go to the store.” Tony greets Mj, Ned, before turning to Happy. “We still on for Friday? Pep, Morgan, and Rhodey will be joining.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Happy salutes. Tony looks at Peter (1), face becoming solemn.

“I’m sorry about your aunt, Peter.” Peter face falls, but was appreciative for Tonys words. “Jackie will probably set you up here for the time being. But if you feel like you need to get away from suits and spandex wearers for a little bit, give me a call and we can get you to lake house. Morgans been asking about when you’ll come around.”

That makes Peter smile. “Sure thing, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony gives the group one last look over. “Well I best be off then—boss wants to see you, can’t keep her waiting— and I need to get an update on everything your little electric friend stole from the warehouse,” the Peters all look at each other. “Which reminds me, did you get the arc reactor taken from Happys place?” He waits for an answer, but the nervous reactions from the three was enough of an answer. Tony drops his head with a sigh, “Great, now some guy from across a universal pond has my life’s work. Oh well, what’s done is done.” He starts directing the wheelchair away giving one last goodbye. “Good luck with the boss, kid. Hope I don’t find you on the board of the fallen anytime soon.”

“Bye, Tony,” Peter waves, dropping his hand with a groan when the mans back is to him. Happy pats his shoulder and nudges for him to the door.

They approach the golden door with a intercom and keypad mounted on the side below a plague reading, ‘Jaqueline E. ‘Jackie’ Stark, Director.’ Peter noticed a golden outline of an eagle beside the name along with the Avengers symbol next to it.

Happy presses the ‘*’ button on the keypad. There was a buzzing sound before the door unlocks and Happy pushes it open to reveal the very large space that could almost pass as a penthouse. There was glass paneling all around making the room illuminate from all the sunlight entering. The space itself had two levels with a floating staircase in the middle back of the room that connected the ground level to a glass compartment.

Mounted on the long wall where the door was were pictures ranging from the Howling Commandoes, to one of Jackie, Steve, Bucky, Howard, and Peggy. Then there was the original seven of the Avengers taken after Battle of New York. Some pictures had just Jackie and one of the Avengers and at the end of the wall was a more recent one of all the active Avengers taken after defeating Thanos.

Peter eyes traveled the space in awe, as did the others behind him, seeing all the gadgets and cases decked on the sides. The most distinct case to catch their eyes was the compartment displaying the original wing pack Jackie designed and created in the 1940s. It was ancient technology compared to the modern day they were used to, but it was still a beautiful sight to see the Eagles first set of wings. The vest to attach the wings was leather, the wings itself were small compared to later designs. The little leather goggles Jackie wore with them hung on a little mantle beside the pack.

Beside it was another glass display of the wing pack Jackie made after waking from her coma and was the one she used to defeat Stane, Vanko, and Loki. She ended up retiring that wing pack after joining the Avengers, updating it as the years went on. Beside that one was the wings from 2013-2015 and then the destroyed wings from 2016 Steve had ripped off her during the fight in Siberia.

It eventually led to the creation of the Iron Eagle. A golden suit similar to Tony’s Iron Man Mark 85 equipped with wings, an arc reactor and nanotechnology. It was something they created together after the Accords and was ready by the time Thanos came. It was her current suit of armor when active as an Avenger.

“Woah,” Peter (3) traveled over to the displays, admiring the different variations of the wings. “That’s so cool.” Peter (2) also went over, reading over the plaques mantled on marble stands keeping the compartments secured.

Ned had looked out the windows on the opposite side while Mj and Peter (1) slowly walked down the middle between the couches and tables on the ground level. The group met up at the end and approached the long table in front of the staircase leading to the glass floating office. It was then they were able to hear sounds coming from inside. The two doors leading to the office were wide open, and they could see from below a blue hologram that made them all stop short of their movements.

They couldn’t see Jackie, but given the back of the black chair was facing them it was safe to assume the super soldier was in fact seated at the desk.

“I’m not going to argue with you anymore on this matter, Stark,” Secretary Ross’ voice was firm and full of annoyance. “Wanda Maximoff brainwashed an entire community against their will for her little lost romance—she needs to be detained and evaluated.”

There was a huff from the chair in front of the hologram. “Wanda was dealing with grief and loss, Mister Secretary. There was emotional turmoil you are failing to realize and she needs the help of her friends here—not be locked up like some animal.”

“That isn’t your call, Jackie—.”

“Yes it is,” the woman’s voice became hard, done with negotiating. “I am in charge of what happens to my teammates, Ross. We are an independent agency now, and your little boo boo of ordering Rhodey to arrest Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, and Vision when you knew a genocidal alien was on his way to do destruction proves you don’t have what it takes to be ordering the Avengers around. The U.N saw to that and realized their mistake with the Accords which is why they chose me—me, Ross—to oversee this team.”

“And now look at what’s happening,” Ross throws his arms up. “Look around. We got a town full of people still dealing with trauma after being mentally held against their will for over a week. That Ronin guy is back in New York,” Jackie gives an amused laugh—obviously knowing something Ross doesn’t. “—And you’re little spider-kid just destroyed half of Liberty Island. Not to mention all he did in Europe just last week. What are you going to do about that?” Chills form on Peters body, cursing in his mind by the news Ross knows about New York.

Jackie makes a sound and Peter can only imagine what her face must look like hearing Ross run his mouth. There’s a little cloud of smoke that leaves the chair, before she speaks. “I’ve sent resources to Westview including the Stark Relief Foundation, counselors, financial aid to the residents, and resources to help rebuild all that was destroyed in the little altercation with S.W.O.R.D—which,” her tone thickens as if she had been waiting to go off on Ross. “—Let me remind you, Ross, the reason Wanda even did what she did was because S.W.O.R.D took Visions body and illegally dismantled him to get back online. They had no authorization, no clearance—they weren’t even supposed to have Vision!” Her voice raises with each second.

“Vision was created by Tony, Banner, and myself with the help of Thor. It was Tony’s A.I system programmed—his work. If his body was going to go anywhere, it was going to be with us.” There was movement in the chair, looking like Jackie was leaning forward. “S.W.O.R.D had absolutely no right to take him and do what they did so if you’re gonna point the blame at anyone then it better be at Hayworth, Thaddeus.”

“Damn,” Peter (3) whistled under his breath. He mentally prayed he’d never be on the receiving end of Jackie Starks wrath—but that prayer might be short lived.

“And you better let S.W.O.R.D know to lawyer up cause I’m coming at them for everything. The stolen vibranium, the stolen tech, the A.I system—Vision,” she emphasized. “Going against his will and making him become the weapon he didn’t want to be—I’m making sure they know you don’t mess with the Avengers.”

“What’s going after S.W.O.R.D going to do, Jackie? Hayworth is detained—as are several members of the agency—the white Vision is out there somewhere. There does not need to be a war against you two.”

Jackie scoffs, “Oh but there needs to be, Ross. Because Vision was an Avenger—my friend, and I’m not letting his memory be treated like a weapon. I’m not gonna let Wanda be subjected to that.” Jackie pauses and another puff of smoke leaves the chair. “Wanda stays with me and that’s final, Ross. I’m done arguing on with you on that—have the U.N get involved I don’t care, but she stays here where it’s safe and has her family.

“As for the Ronin situation, Clint and Nat are on it with our two newest recruits—one of which just accepted last night. So you can stop worrying about that. You have enough wrinkles to show you’re stressed—anymore and you’re gonna start looking like Odin.” Ross makes a sound of offense, but Jackie ignores it. It makes the group quietly laugh, but its cut off when she switches topics.

Another cloud of smoke followed by a strained sigh. “On the subject of Spider-Man, let’s just say my two o’clock is here and I’ll give you an update at a later time.”

“Jackie…”

“You can call me later for an update but I’ll probably put you on hold—like Tony I like to watch the line blink,” she presses some buttons on the side of the chair before adding, “And that’s Director Stark to you, Mister Secretary.” With the final press the hologram image of Ross disappears.

Silence fills the room. A very tense silence that has Peter (1) stiffen when it’s suddenly broken by a slow—almost mocking, clapping sound. Everyone with the exception of Happy stiffens at the sight of the chair slowly starting to spin. The clapping continues and soon Jackie Stark is revealed to the group with a cigarette in her mouth and face reading mixed emotion.

Her claps seize, hand coming up to remove the cigarette after taking a deep drag. It’s hard to read what she was feeling, and the smoke leaves her mouth. “Well, well, well,” her voice is low, tone blank making the heat rise in Peter (1). “If it isn’t the three spiders who’ve been causing quite the mess in my hometown.”

Everyone stays silent, watching as Jackie lifts from her chair to slowly exit the office and descend the stairs. “You know,” she makes an unhumorous laugh. “I would’ve thought being my age in this overextended life I’m so blessed to have,” sarcasm spilled from her mouth, “That I would’ve seen it all.” Her heels clacked against the tile of the steps, making the sound ten times louder due to the silence filling the area. Its hard not to shudder—her entire aura reeks of power and the suit she wore screams girl boss.

A super soldier girl boss at that.

“But imagine my surprise—,” she goes on, and her eyes land on Peter (1)—making the boy freeze under her gaze. “—when I turn on the tv,” she takes another step, “—and see that the eighteen year old vigilante Tony and I took under our wing is being accused of murder. And it’s not just any murder, it’s the guy who I warned him about going after when we had just talked on the plane a week prior. I would’ve expected him to do what I asked and call me—,” Jackies voice hardens causing Peter to shudder. “—but no, he doesn’t. Then when the charges are dropped and he’s facing slander by the media and the public, I would’ve assumed he’d call me if things were getting out of hand. Throw in the fact he and his friends got rejected from MIT because of the scandal—and he has not one, but two people who could possible call and plead a case—he still doesn’t call. Instead he goes to enlist Doctor Strange to do a magic trick.”

She’s now two steps from the platform. “So Bleeker Street magician performs the trick and what happens? It goes wrong,” she lets out another unhumorous laugh, the sound making everyone feel the tension rising with each second. “It goes terribly wrong in fact—because it goes to shit from there.”

Jackie reaches the bottom step before the stairs cut to a smaller staircase on either side to the ground level. She goes to the railing, overlooking the group briefly—letting her eyes travel over the two Peters. “Do you wanna know how I found out about your little adventure, Peter? What my eyes had to witness when I tried checking in on you after days of radio silence?” She turns back to him, but doesn’t let him answer. “H.O.W.I.E, pull up the footage of the baby monitor protocol from the last three days.”

“Right away, Director Stark.”

Peters blood freezes, face becoming red. There was no backing out of this now. “Y-You still have the baby monitor thing on m-my suit?”

Jackie tilts her head. “Did you not think I wouldn’t implement it again after what happened with Beck?” It was a rhetorical question so he din’t bother answering. Jackie finishes her cigarette and descends the stairs on the left closest to where the group was. She places the bud in the ashtray, “Do you know how worried I’ve been these last forty-eight hours? When you didn’t call me after the whole feds coming to your door I can understand—Happy was there, you had May,” her voice slightly wavered at the end, and Peter had to stop the tears from wanting to form in his eyes.

“You’re lawyer got you off the hook—it was good, you didn’t want to my help and I can understand that.” Jackie takes a step forward so she was directly in front of Peter, and with her heels she was just taller than him by a few inches. Peter shuffles under her gaze when her voice becomes low. “But when you didn’t think to call me after those men from other worlds showed up that is where I’m at a cross with you, Peter Parker.”

“Jackie—.” He tries but she doesn’t let him.

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, PETER!!” The statement echoes around the office, bouncing off the walls. Everyone was frozen, even Happy from his seat on the couch. They all just watched in stunned silence while Jackie Stark made sure Peter understood the hell she had been through not knowing anything. They wanted to step in, but knew it wouldn’t do any good. “I had to watch the footage on the news about what happened at Happys apartment complex not knowing if you survived that explosion. Strange wasn’t answering my calls and it was all because you trapped him in the goddamn mirror dimension—what were you thinking!” He flinches, biting his lip.

Jackies eyes had shined, almost like she wanted to cry by how angry she was and the dread thinking Peter had died. “And you couldn’t even respect me enough to let me know you were alive. If it hadn’t been for Happy calling me from the police station to let me know what happened I would’ve dragged your ass back here so fast you would’ve wished Goblin succeeded.” Hell even Peter 2 & 3 were shitting their pants at that statement. Both felt bad for their alternate counterpart—hoping Jackie would eventually calm down because Peter looked like he was about to break any moment.

“If I hadn’t implanted that monitor I would’ve never known what you were up to—and you’re lucky I didn’t intervene when I should’ve—that I believed you would succeed in your plan because I was this close,” she brings a hand up fast to pinch her fingers. “—I was this close to not caring what happened to those guys and killing them myself if it meant the chaos would end. I wouldn’t have cared if they were cured or not because the damage was done and I wanted you safe.”

“So if these two didn’t show up when they did—,” she points to the two Peters, startling them. “—with the knowledge they had to help and make those cures work, then I would’ve done so. I believed in you three—believed in you.” Jackie had leaned forward when she had went off and straightened her posture the same time HO.W.I.Es voice entered the room.

“Footage is ready, ma’am.”

Jackie doesn’t move her eyes off the boy. “Play it.” The table behind Jackie projects a blue screen similar to how Karen did in the plane. Immediately all eyes are on the screen, witnessing the multiple video clips from Peters suit that recorded from his perspective the chaos unfolding the last several days.

The two Peters moved closer, both in awe and baffled by what they were seeing. Video footage filled the projection. There was a clip of Peter 1 fighting Doc Ock, the fight against Strange, creating the prototype cures in Happys apartment—which led to the death of May. They all had to turn away at that—Peter (1) becoming emotional and having to look at the ground. There was the explosion at the apartment, the lab with all the Peters, and finally the final battle at the Statue of Liberty.

The entire time the footage was playing Jackie kept her eyes on Peter (1). Her face was blank and hands were on her hips. It was not the type of look one wanted to receive from Jackie Stark, and Peter wanted nothing more than to avoid her gaze but was literally frozen in place.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen,” She finally spoke after the footage ended and H.O.W.I.E closed the projection. All eyes went to her. “I do not want to know why you didn’t call me. I don’t want to know why you felt the need to do what you did and I don’t want to know what all happened—I already have an understanding from the footage,” she lists off her fingers with each point. “—What I care about now is how we go forward from here. All I care about is your safety and how we’re gonna clean this up.”

Peter nods and eventually finds his voice, “Y-yes, Jackie. I understand,” his voice is hoarse and cracks slightly. “I-I’m really sorry.” The boy tried to stop his lip from quivering. “I—I um. I-I’m just really sorry. I-I just wanted to prove myself to you and make you believe I could handle it because it was my mess—and you’ve been dealing with Wanda, the Ronin, and everything I just—.”

She cuts him off by holding up a hand, making him go silent. “Stop. When you start making it your priority to prove to others your capability and not because you believe in yourself then that’s when things get reckless—that is when things get dangerous.” She tilts his chin up with her fingers when he looks down like a mother would to a child.

“Do you think I went through all the shit I did in the forties because I wanted to prove to other people what I could do? Because I wanted to change the opinion they had of me? Even now since waking up from that damn coma and getting pushed aside because of the male heroes around me? No, Peter. I did it because I believed in myself. I wanted to believe I was capable of achieving what I envisioned myself to be. Not because I wanted the arrogant men around me to see my worth. I knew my worth, and if they didn’t see it then that was on them.”

Her voice takes a more softer tone, leaning down a bit so they were eye level. “You need to start believing in yourself and stop feeling like you have to prove to me, or Tony, or any other Avenger that you belong here. I wouldn’t have taken you under my wing if I didn’t believe you did, Peter. I trust you, but you’re still young and that’s why I trusted you to call me if things went sideways because the last thing you need is to lose people close to you and look what happened.”

A noise sounded from Peters throat and he didn’t even realize he was crying until Jackie lifted her hand to wipe away the fallen tears, her own eyes becoming glossy. “Now listen to me, being a hero comes at a cost. And I’m sorry I have been harsh on you, but I want you to understand that I see you like a son, Peter.” His lip quivers and she places a comforting hand on his cheek. “I have grown to love and care for you, like you’re my own. So it hurts me to see you like this. Bloodied and bruised—suffering and in pain. I hate you had to witness first hand the cost that being a hero comes with. Why do you think Tony and I were so harsh on you about Toomes, and why we did everything we could to reverse the snap? This life is hard and full of costs—and we care for you too much to see you have to carry that burden. You wanted to be like us, but we wanted you to be better.”

By now most people in the room were wet-eyed—especially the two other Peters who knew all too well what being a hero could cost. Jackie wipes more fallen tears from Peters cheeks. “So now—because what’s done is done—we’re not gonna let this define you. Okay? We’re gonna take it slow, make sure May gets the proper service she deserves,” she pauses when he lets out another sob. “And we’re gonna make sure these two,” she gestures to the other Peters, “get home safe. From there its baby steps, okay?” Peter nods and Jackie brings him to her. “Now c’mere.”

Peter didn’t hesitate wrapping his arms around Jackie. His head went to her shoulder while her head gently laid on his given the small height difference and Peter bathed in the comfort she was giving him. The emotion that had built finally let out and Peter felt her arms tighten around him. He cried and cried for what felt like hours, feeling like a kid in need of its mother. In need of family.

Her hand came to gently run through his hair and after several moments Peter pulled away. “T-thank you, Jackie. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, kid.” She sighs, full of exhaustion. “I’m so so happy you’re okay.” She finally gives a smile and Peter returns with a small one.

“I am—,” his voice cracks again. “I am really sorry.”

“I know,” she nods, patting his shoulder and rubbing it affectionally. “We’ll get through this.” The air was slowly dissolving of its tension now that the scolding had concluding. Though everyone was still a little taken aback by what had played out. Jackie straightened her posture, adjusting her dress shirt collar. “So what’s the update with Strange? He didn’t tell me much just that we’ve got some VIP visitors for the next couple days,” she turns to the Peters, walking over the few paces to extend her hand. “Jacqueline Stark, but you may call me Jackie.”

Peter 3 was who she approached first, and honestly the man couldn’t find his voice. Both by his sudden fanboy after learning about her on the plane and for witnessing first hand what can happen if you get on her bad side. “Da-uh hi,” he stutters, taking her hand in his. “I’m Peter—like him, Peter Parker. Nice to meet you, I’m—I’m a big fan.” He lets go of her hand with a smile, “You’re really cool—amazing I should actually say.”

Jackies eyes sparkle with amusement, lips curling up slightly. “You boys already caught up on all there is in this world?” She steps to the left to shake Peter 2s hand. “Didn’t think you’d be able to get through all the hell this planet has gone through in such little time.”

Peter 2 shakes her hand. “We had a little history lesson on the plane—from Karen.” He watchers her mutter an ‘ah.’ “It’s nice to meet you Jackie. I’m also Peter Parker.” He laughs at how ridiculous it had sounded, noticing how Jackie had chuckled a bit. “And I agree with Peter, you’re a pretty amazing person from what we’ve heard—truly inspiring.”

“Thank you,” she nods with gratitude. “It’s been a hell of life—overextended as I mentioned earlier. But this world just seems to always be full of surprises. You boys are just one of many in the long list as you probably heard of.” They both nod, muttering ‘that’s the truth.’

“I’m not gonna lie,” Peter 3 started. “When he first mentioned the Avengers I truly thought you were some band—I thought it was so cool there was a version of me in a band.”

Jackie couldn’t stop the laugh escaping, “Oh how I wish that was the type of band we were. We are a band of some sort, but unfortunately not that type. Although we do have drama and fight a lot where people seem to come and go.” Jackie steps away to tap something on table making a blue hologram screen pop up. “Strange told me he’s working on how to get you two home, but it’s gonna take some time. For the time being we can get you set up here on our east wing—its where our apartments are for Avengers when they are inactive and need a place to stay or just want to hang out for the time being. How does that sound for you two?”

The two look at each other before nodding. “That’s great.” “Yeah-yeah that works cool.”

Jackie nods, tapping away some buttons. “You’ll have access to all the there is in the east wing. There’s a pool and gym on the bottom level. All apartments are equipped with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, living room, and laundry area. If you need anything F.R.I.D.A.Y or H.O.W.I.E can help you, all you gotta do is call for them.

“And you,” Jackie suddenly looks to Peter 1. “I’m also gonna get you set up. You don’t have a place at the moment and I wanna keep an eye on you while you’re on time out—no debate,” she cuts him off when he tries to protest. “Baby steps remember? We got things to do before I let you get back into action. Happy you want me to get you a room?”

“If you don’t mind,” he waves from his place on the couch. “I’ll probably need at least a few weeks until I can find a new place.” Peter (1) couldn’t help but cringe, knowing it was his fault Happy lost his home.

“Sounds good,” Jackie hums before looking up at the two teenagers she had forgot were in the room. Her brow rises, “And what about you two? Are you staying at least for tonight or are your families expecting you to be back?”

Ned and Mj freeze, looking at each other and Peter (1). “Uhh,” Mj says. “I can call and ask? They don’t really know we’re here. Happy didn’t tell us on the plane.” Jackie drops her head, mumbling incoherent words.

“H.O.W.I.E.?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Have reception know they need to get four rooms available in the east wing—make sure one is close to my residence, and please send word to Mr. Leeds and Miss. Watsons families they will be staying with us tonight to sort out some Avengers level business.” Ned, Mj, and Peter (1) all look at each other with jaws dropped.

“Right away, ma’am.” H.O.W.I.E replies and Jackie finishes up whatever she was typing on the keypad before looking up at the group. “Ned and our Peter will be sharing a room,” Jackie then looks to the other two peters. “You two will share a room. And Mj and Happy will each have their own. I set it to where you boys will be close together cause each floor has two apartments and then Mj you’ll be staying closer to I am.” Jackie steps away, pulling a pair of yellowish gold pair of glasses similar to what Tony always wore from her suit pocket.

She puts the glasses on, gesturing for them to follow her and they all head toward the door. “Where are we going?” Peter (3) asks curiously, glancing one last time at the display cases of her wings.

“Gonna give you all a tour,” she tells them, looking back with a smirk. “Might as well make you all feel at home—for the time being at least.” Jackie taps the side of her glasses and the golden door automatically opens causing the group —minus Happy —to go ‘woah.’

“You have a lot to learn—some people to meet. We don’t have much time so let me be the first to welcome you to Avengers Campus.”

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Gilded Gold - Yandere!Vampire Prince!Jaehyun X Reader

Yandere AU, Vampire AU, & Prince AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (Someone goes a little feral at the end there)

Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader

Words: 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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