#Behind Closed Doors

[luluxa]

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[viaoverthemoon]

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 pt1

Welcome back, Beloved Reader!

IT'S BEEN MONTHS WTFFFFF

Y'all im so sorryyyyy ahhhhh 😭😭 godd where have i been

I'm not even gonna talk your ears off, let's just get right into it!

Somehow, we need to figure out a way to expose the king and make him pay for what he did! But how...? Lady Ada shows her face again! What could she possibly have to say now?!

Let us continue!

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Medeival!Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader

Summary: Now knowing the truth, you, Leon, and his personal guard Chris, begin to create a plan to expose the King and Lady Ada Wong to the court in front of the Queen.

Cw: Just fluff and confrontation

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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The feeling of guilt in a person never truly leaves. No matter how the situation may be resolved.

You've seemed to learn that the hard way.

Your eyes never stray from Leon's form as he and Chris shoot ideas back and forth on how to get Lady Ada out of your lives.

Following the horrifying reveal of why Leon had bed Lady Ada, you called for the only other person who knew of the events that took place that night.

Chris had arrived in minutes, relieved that someone he could trust shared the same secret as them.

At first, you'd been very vocal during the conversation. It seemed as if you wanted revenge more than anyone else.

But as the talking went on, you'd fallen silent, staring at Leon as he rebuttals every idea Chris spits out. You watch as his hands wring, his mind deep in thought as he murmurs every answer.

Even though his expression seemed neutral, you could tell he was fearful of messing this up.

One mistake had the potential to cost all of them their heads, a risk he certainly was not willing to take.

Your hand moves underneath the table, reaching to hold his.

He notices your hand instantly, offering a smile of appreciation before flipping his own to hold onto yours. "Chris, let's give this a break."

Taking note of the change of atmosphere in the room, Chris gives a low bow and a small 'Your highness' before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Now alone, Leon frees his hand to stroke your cheek. "Are you alright?"

You reach up, taking his hand in yours and locking them together, bringing them to your lips. "I'm okay."

He gives you a look. "You don't seem okay."

You ignore him, watching as he takes your intertwined hands and puts them in his lap. "I should be asking you that question, highness."

Leon's face contorts into one of un-comfortability. "You've never called me that before... What plagues your mind, y/n?"

It's your turn to become uncomfortable. You squirm as he watches you, suddenly becoming bashful under his full attention.

"I'm... worried. Leon, even if we do somehow manage to expose the king, what else could we do?" A look of despair crosses your features as your hope dwindles. "He's the king. There's very little we can do to... de-throne him.."

Leon remains quiet, his jaw tight as he absorbs your words. His silence heightens your anxiety. You reach out your hand, holding his warm cheek. "If he tries to retaliate-"

Leon reaches up, placing his hand on top of yours and gripping it with a reassuring strength. "He won't."

Your blurry eyes meet his blazing ones, his body giving off a determined aura. "I'll die before he hurts you."

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You're no fool.

It has become increasingly obvious that the servants have noticed the restoration of your and Leon's relationship.

Every time you pass a group of gossiping staff, they all suddenly go quiet and bow before running away.

And as an even bigger sign that everyone knows you've forgiven your betrothed, a knock sounds at your door.

Not knowing who could possibly need you at this late hour, you were quick to hide the pen and scrap of paper you were using, ungracefully shoving them into your vanity drawer before speaking.

"Enter."

Turning toward the doors when they opened, you staggered backward.

The last person you'd expected to come to your chambers, especially after your last encounter, was Lady Ada.

Unaffected by your obvious surprise, Lady Ada curtsied before you. "Your highness."

You recovered quickly, straightening your back and getting to the point. "Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The red maiden stands fully, immediately dropping her facade and crossing her arms, an amused look on her face. "Let us skip the pleasantries, Your Grace. You know... don't you?"

You grunt but keep your expression mutual. "I've no clue what you are talking about."

"There's no point in acting clueless. You know what the king forced between me and Leon." You feel your pulse rise when she discards the use of Leon's title.

"Mind your tongue-"

"No, I don't think I will."

Your teeth clench, your fists balling as you attempt to reign in your anger. "You forget your place, Lady Ada."

"Actually, I think I remember it quite well," The Lady stalks closer, slowly invading your space until she stands over you. "It is you who forgets my place, princess."

"Excuse me-"

"You heard me." She leans over you, pressing her body against yours. "You may expose His Majesty, but what after that? You want to ruin me? Destroy my reputation? Well, you can try pretty princess, but you will not get far."

You clench your jaw, defiantly looking up at her as she whispers her words, "What exactly are you hoping to accomplish? Please, do tell. I'm very curious."

"I'd rather gamble my last breath than tell you anything I intend to do."

A thick silence falls over the room. The electricity between the two of you emotionally taxing, but you refuse to give in. You'd failed to save the love of your life once.

You will not fail again.

Eventually, Lady Ada sighs before stepping away. "Oh well. Forcing you to tell me what you are planning would annoy me more than help me." She backed away, a condescending smirk on her red lips. "Try as you might, a spoiled little princess like you isn't significant enough to bring down the King."

She reached for the door handle, muttering one last sentence before leaving,

"We'll see who fate picks tomorrow."

The doors to your chamber shut behind her retreating figure.

You finally release the breath you'd been holding.

Tomorrow.

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Ughhh this was way too short :( But it's only part 1 of this chapter. More to come, promise!!

I feel sooo bad that this took as long as it did ;-; I swear, i had no intitnton of taking this long of a break. College was just a little harder than I though it would be 😭

But now im on break fora week and have pretty good motivation. So we'll see how many posts I can squeeze out!

How will part 2 go? Will the group be successful in exposing the king? Who were you writing to? What exactly is Lady Ada's real role in all this?

Thank you for your patience!

See you next part!

-Via💕

[certified-bi]

Thinking about how when Zuko walks through the earth kingdom pretending to be as a refugee and some people notice his eyes but honestly they're not the first thing you notice given the scar and the fact he doesn't let many people near him. No while some of the towns have people who sneer most look on with pity. People like Song and her mother, Lee and his family see the scar and see how the fire nation attacks and maims children. And the worst part is Zuko has little to combat that with because it's true but he's not ready to hear that.

Other assumptions are of course that he's a bastard of some solider with bad luck. That his mother was forced into having him and may the poor woman rest in peace... and later him realizing how true that was of Ursa. What really sets her apart from any of the earth kingdom common women forced into mockery of relationships or forced to sleep with soldiers to stay alive? Maybe the threats were more veiled but it boils down to the same ultimatum.

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 2

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:  mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of bodily fluids.

“Fuck…”

Chris watched you like a hawk as the smallest of snores passed your lips.  He smiled from his spot at the foot of the bed. 

Shortly after you had fallen asleep, he’d gently spread you out on the bed so he could watch himself spilling from between your thighs. 

He was obsessed with the amount of chemistry the two of you shared; and even more so with watching the after-effects of your relations spilling from your thoroughly used hole.

He smiled to himself, watching your body.  He could picture you months from now, swelling with his child, his seed still spilling from your core because he couldn’t get enough.  And neither could you.

The two of you had made a mess of the bed, you in particular leaving his sheets all but soaked as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, before finally spilling his seed in your tight, warm channel. 

But as you slept, part of him felt like the moment was so right.

You felt so right.

He knew that his decision to move forward in creating a family for himself had been the right one.

You looked at him owlishly as you were led into a room with a few other women. 

It felt more like a lineup as the company’s manager Elroy Petashnik had the half a dozen women that Chris and his mother had picked out.  

“You know, we don’t normally get a lot of parents coming in with their sons to pick out a girl…” Elroy chuckled as he gave Chris’ mother a tight-lipped smile, “Lisa-“

“You can call me Ms. C,” she said shortly, “and I came with my Christopher because this isn’t just a PR stunt.  He wants to settle down…start a family.  But he doesn’t want to just go on a dating site or meet someone off the street.  He’s assured me that your company is the best in…whatever this is.”

“Think of me like a matchmaker,” he smiled softly, “Chris’ manager came to me because of success with previous clients.”

“Which was why I helped him narrow it down,” she answered, “I trust his manager with helping him make business decisions.  One of these girls is to be part of our family.  So, consider this meeting a preliminary test of that.”

“Noted,” he replied gently, “the women we have gathered are from the age range, and specifications that were given to us-“

“There weren’t more women?” Lisa scoffed.

“Mom…”

“These were the women that Mr. Evans and yourself had previously okayed, and that were alright with the possibility of leaving the company and having children,” Mr. Petashnik finished as Chris’ eyes trailed the line of women, stopping nearly at the end, his eyes meeting yours, “Mr. Evans, Ms. C, do you two have any initial questions before we go any further into this?”

You were gentle in how you raised your hand. 

The other women avoided eye contact with you, the girls on either side, taking a step away from you and how you’d drawn the attention to yourself.  They were having a discussion like the lot of you weren’t in the room, and while you had agreed to be put in the situation, you did in fact have questions of your own.

“Yes?” Chris asked softly, instantly drawn in by you.

“I just want to know how serious you are about this, Mr. Evans?” you asked softly.

Chris’ brow rose as he looked at you, “excuse me?”

“While I’m entirely open to the idea of settling down, I am curious about your motives,” you replied honestly, “I’m sure all of us have seen the type of situations you put yourself into with stories of you in the tabloids…and the characters you play aren’t a far cry from the press you get, are they?  I guess, what I’m asking is, are you looking for a hole to fill, or a wife?”

Lisa laughed, clearly amused by how you were unafraid in addressing her son.  But Chris crossed his arms, trying to keep his cool, “I can assure you, that I’m looking to settle down.  But out of curiosity, what character exactly are you referring to?”

“I’m sure we’ve all seen Not Another Teen Movie,” you giggled softly, “you seem quite like Jake Wyler…”

“You think I’m just some empty-headed guy looking for a quick fix or a woman to change on a bet?”

“Well, you aren’t looking for a banana split!” you teased softly.  Lisa laughed from beside her son, making a comment about ‘liking you already.’

“Don’t worry…I’ll save the banana split for the third date!” he teased; his own smile unable to be held back by how you challenged him.  His eyes fell away from yours as he tried to look at the other women in the group to see if they had any fire to them, “does anyone else have any questions?”

“Chris…”

He shifted in his chair, his attention going from your core to your eyes, and how you were sitting up, sleepily wiping your eyes. 

He hadn’t realized how his throat went dry. 

Or how he had been lost in his train of thought, thinking about the first time he’d met you, and how far the two of you had come in just those two months of interviews and two weeks of being together. 

“Hmm?”

“A-are you watching me sleep again?”

A blush rose to his cheeks, and he nervously bit his upper lip as he eyed you down, “Maybe…”

“You watching it slip out of me won’t keep it in or speed up the process that we’re going through,” you teased, “it won’t knock me up any faster.”

“Only one way to do that!” he smirked, sitting forward, “knocking you up, that is.  And that means me putting even more in any time I see it slipping out of you…”

“Well, what are you doing out of bed then, big guy?” you asked gently, motioning for him to come back to bed, “waiting for all of your hard work to make an appearance before you slide back in?”

Chris chuckled to himself for a moment before standing from his chair and walking over to the side of the bed, where the blanket had fallen off during the heat of the moment hours earlier. 

“You’re tired!” he reminded you as he slipped onto the bed; the mattress dipping ever so slightly as his weight added to it, “I’m not going to make you even more exhausted…”

“Please do,” you grinned, “I love how well I sleep after I’ve been thoroughly tired out!”

“Yeah?” he asked, “you know…I never noticed it until earlier, but you have the cutest, small little snores when I fuck all the energy out of you…”

“Oh, do I?”

He nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, “yes…and honestly, I’m not sure whether I like having sex with you more, or watching how peaceful you are after we’ve gone a few rounds…”

“Chris Evans…wants to take breaks during sex?” you teased, pressing another kiss to his lips, “who is this man, and what has he done to the future father of my child?”

“Made him sentimental, is all…at least a little bit,” he shrugged gently, “Makes my urge to fill you even stronger…but I’m not going to just cum in you because I can…”  

“I thought you wanted to use me all the time!” you answered, reminding him of the conversation the two of you had during one of the final interviews, “remember?  What happened to that man?”

“Exclusivity!” he said slowly, eyeing your reaction, as he looked over the checklist he’d created for the final interview, “what are your thoughts on it?”

“If you really do want to have children and settle down, then it’s the only right answer.  At least if you want a promise that any child would be yours genetically,” you replied gently, “that is still what you want, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he agreed, “just-last interview I guess it took one of the girls off guard when I mentioned it.  She seemed to think that she would be able to take bookings outside of that.”

“I read up on what the BCD contract is,” you admitted, “ I know that it refers to far more than just the standard PR contract. Pretty much it would be me agreeing to leave the company for minimum of a year.  It buys you exclusive rights to me and that time is allotted for you and I to come to a decision on children.”

“You’d move in with me.”

“I assumed as much,” you laughed softly, “you’re okay with paying the short-notice clause on my lease to get me out of it?”

“And I’d pay first and last if it doesn’t work out to ensure that you’re okay,” he reminded you, “that’s still part of the deal.”

“So…if I pass the final interview,” you shrugged, giving him a soft look, “when would this…start?”

“This?” he asked, his brow raising.

“This,” you replied, gesturing between the two of you, “the past few months, you’ve gotten to know me and a few of the other girls.  I’m assuming since it’s down to me and Violet, that you’re almost at a decision and this is the final one…you already interviewed her…and you’re still interviewing me…and since you said that you spoke to the ‘other girl,’ and she had exclusivity issues, that it’s me or you going back to square one…so…when would ‘we’ start?  Officially?”

“As a couple?” he asked, ignoring how you had managed to sort out that even though he had interviewed Violet he was less than impressed with her inability to keep up her charade of what was supposed to be her personality.

“As a couple…moving in…trying for what you really want, Mr. Evans?”

“Chris…” he said softly, “it’s not about just what I want though.  You have to want this too in order for it to work.  I want a wife…not just a baby-making machine.”

“Chris…” you urged him, “if I didn’t want this, I would have said no after the first interview, or backed out months ago.”

He nodded, “We’d go over the rough draft of the contract…we both make any amendments and sign it this week…but I’ve already handed over final payment to Petashnik.  Realistically, I’d want you to move in with me tonight…we’d ‘start’ right now.”

“Okay…”

“Okay?” he asked, his own chuckle passing his lips, “you sound awfully alright with that.  That isn’t short notice?”

“Chris…you’ve been interviewing me for two months…and quite honestly, a lot of those interviews, felt more like dates than anything else…haven’t they?”

He sat there for a moment, thinking about it. 

He nodded.

You were right.

In the time that he’d spent interviewing you and the other women, they had been like small dates.  Sure, they were all inside the office, but it felt like he’d gotten to know you in an intimate setting.  In one where it felt very much like he was already dating you.  A few of the times there had even been drinks and dinner involved.

“Sex…”

You laughed, “yeah?  What about it?”

“We haven’t had it yet…”

“I’m fully aware, Christopher.”

The way you said his name made a shiver run down his spine.  It made something deep within himself wake up and snap to attention. 

“I want you available at all times…” he said quickly, “is that okay?”

“Well…you did want to settle down…have children,” you offered with a shrug, “I would expect that we have a lot of sex if we’re trying for kids.”

“Wh-what if I wanted to….and you were asleep…”

“You could wake me up,” you offered, “or not…and just do it…”

His brow raised, “Really?”

You nodded, “Sure…I mean…we’d be dating, right?  On our way to becoming married?  And we’re trying to have a kid…I wouldn’t expect you to wait…or so much as waste a drop…”

“Right…”

“Chris…” He hummed against you.  Your hand reached up and gently stroked his cheek, pulling his cerulean eyes toward your own, “are you okay?”

He nodded, giving you a soft, delicate look, “Yeah…yeah…I just…I’ve been thinking about us a lot…”

You giggled, “we’ve only been together for two weeks, Chris.  We just finished the final draft of the contract and signed it last week…”

“I know…”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Honestly?”

You nodded, your eyes meeting his once more, and he noted the slightest bit of worry, “Chris…is everything okay?”

“I think I love you, (Y/N.)”

Chapter 3

[angelasscribbles]

Behind Closed Doors Chapter 1: The Invitation

 Series: Behind Closed Doors

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for this chapter: Riley x Max, Liam x Max (he hopes)

Word Count: 916

Rating: R for mature themes

Warnings for this chapter: sex is alluded to

A/N: I teased this one a long while back. Finally had some inspiration for it, so here's the first chapter!

A/N2: This story explores a bit of relationship anarchy. Here's a link if you want to learn more.

Series Premise: Six people come together in a kaleidoscope of shifting boundaries.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “Wait…you want me to go to the palace with you?”

“Yeah,” Max nodded, “I need a wingman, Riley, and you’re really good at it!”

“But—”

Max took in her hesitation and a startling thought occurred to him. “Oh! Is this awkward because we…because of…”

“Oh, good god, no!” Riley threw her head back and laughed. It was a full-throated belly laugh. Her hand landed on his bicep as she leaned forward to catch her breath. “I love you, Max. Truly, deeply, madly, but as friends! You know that!”

“I know.” His fingers scratched at the freshly shorn hairline along the back of his neck as a flush raced across his face. “I just wanted to be sure…after what happened last month…”

Riley stepped closer and traced a finger across his lips. “I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He shivered as her touch sent a sliver of desire sparking through him and, without much conscious thought, his arm shot out to pull her in even closer. “Does that mean we can do it again sometime?”

She laughed again as she gazed up into the cobalt-blue eyes that were as familiar to her as her own emerald-green orbs. Max had been her best friend since they met in a ridiculously overpriced private kindergarten.

Neville Van Couer, big for his age and just as disagreeable then as he was now, had yanked Max’s stuffed octopus from his arms and was holding it above his head, taunting him with it.

“Please give back Sir Inks a Lot.” Max’s trembling voice betrayed his fierce determination not to cry. “My mom gave him to me.”

“Oh, are you going to cry, little crybaby? It’s just a stupid toy. I tell you what—”

“Give it back.” A firm, uncompromising voice cut in.

Neville spun to find the interloper. His malicious grin widened when his eyes fell on the slight girl with the wispy brown hair. “And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”

Without warning or preamble, the girl moved. She darted forward so quickly that Neville had no time to process what was happening. A sharp blow to his stomach sent him pitching forward, grabbing his midsection as the toy was ripped from his grasp.

“Here.” The girl thrust the plushie out to Max.

He wiped the moisture from his tear-streaked cheeks with one hand as he reached out for his beloved Sir Inks a Lot with the other. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a bright smile that washed all of his sadness away. “My name’s Riley. Want to play with me?”

“We can do it anytime you want.” She assured him. “It’s not like we’re not good at.”

Max smiled at the reference to their romantic and sexual past.

They had lost their virginity to each other in high school and spent six months exploring everything the other had to offer. Then Max had confessed to being bisexual and wanting to explore with other people. Primarily men. His relief when Riley had agreed to break up romantically but remain friends had been overwhelming. She was and remained the closest friend he had.

A month ago, they had gotten drunk and fallen into bed together. It had felt good, comfortable, and familiar. He loved her.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t in love with Liam and that’s why he needed her support at the upcoming Beltane Ball that the palace held every year.

His arms tightened around her. “So to be clear, you know I love you and you’re okay helping me try to get Liam’s attention?”

Her grin widened until her cheeks hurt. “Boy, yes. Did we or did we not discover relationship anarchy at the same time?”

Giddiness crashed through his chest. The idea that you could love people but still remain autonomous was brilliant enough. Add in the deconstruction of things like relationship hierarchy and mono-normativity and, well, it had been paradigm-shifting.

“Okay,” he nodded as relief washed over him. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Riley!”

“I know.” She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

He melted against her for a moment, then drew back. Because he had to know for sure everything was okay between them. “Then why the hesitancy when I asked you to go to the ball with me?”

“Because I’ve never been to the palace, silly!” Her family was insanely wealthy, but not noble.

“Oh, yeah!” Max tended to forget the difference in their social status. Mainly because it didn’t matter to him. People were people and titles like Duke and Count meant nothing when it came to what kind of person someone was. After all, Neville was noble.

“Oh, yeah! I mean…what do I even wear? Do I need to know how to curtsy? What if—”

Max cut her off by jerking her back into his embrace. “Don’t worry, padawan. We have two weeks. I’ll teach you everything you need to know!”    

“Great!” Riley bounced on her toes, excitement swirling through her midsection.

The palace! What an exciting adventure!

She threw her arms around him. “We could make a week of it! Go into the city. Shopping, dining, museums, the theater….”

He dipped his head toward her, his lips bare inches from hers. “Can we share a room?”

“Oh, we’re going to share a lot more than a room!” she assured him just before their lips crashed together.

[chin-chin-chu]

Hawk x Tim - Behind Closed Doors

Was good in my mind, I swear😭🤧

[ktechnicolour]

So since Yoglabs: Behind Closed Doors isn't gonna be coming back, here's some of the old spoiler artworks for characters that would've been in the comic or referenced.

Let me know in the notes if you guys want a breakdown of what the general story was heading to, or if you'd rather all theory craft your little heads off.

[awesomecooperlove]

😱🤬🤮

[starry-blue-echoes]

Thinking on Behind Closed Doors AU, Dio becomes a vampire and survives Phantom Blood (hopefully not at the expense of Jonathan's life), and after discovering the concept of Stands, starts testing his Gravity theory. Most of Stardust Crusaders isn't the group trying to find DIO to defeat him, it's to drag him out of his hidey-hole in Cairo so that they can get him to help fix everything instead of trying (and failing) to keep his mess a secret, especially when he finds out about Holly's condition

FJDBFJDBFHDVF

what if it’s like Dio ended up accidentally pricking himself on a Stand Arrow and BAM now he’s got The World. He ends up having a mild freak out because Holy Shit He Can Stop Time and fucks off to Cairo with only a vague note so he can try and figure things out and learn what he can from other Stand Users

Now, I will admit that since Dio hadn’t taken Jonathan’s body this time around the other Joestars wouldn’t technically get Stands…… but let’s just say that Joseph accidentally found an arrow and pricked himself while looking for Dio so now Holly and Jotaro gets Stands.

It would be….. a lot easier to get to Cairo this time because Dio wouldn’t be sending Users after them. It’s still possible they’d run into a couple and fight because Stand Users Attract Stand Users, but it’s significantly less time, maybe only a single month

I’d like to imagine that Joseph just. Kicks down the door to Dio’s Mansion like “UNCLE DIO YOU IDIOT GET OVER HERE”

Dio of course freaks the hell out over Holly’s condition, and I can see him getting Pucci to help out, and since he isn’t trying to take over the world this time Pucci could just. Become a close friend of the family.

[viaoverthemoon]

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Welcome back, Beloved Reader!

I was happy to see some of you guys were as excited as me for this chapter. I couldn't wait to post it ahhh!!

I hope y'all are ready for some questions to be answered.

Why did Leon bed Lady Ada? Will you ever forgive him? How does Lady Ada feel about all this? I don't know guys... It feels like the King of Duevaula is hiding in the shadows...

Let us continue!

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Medeival!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lady Ada shares a few words with you, leaving you with harsh words and feelings burning the tip of your tongue. Meanwhile, Leon recalls the night he spent with Lady Ada and plans a way to explain what had happened.

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy, coercion into sex, sa(??), abuse, violence, angst

Please be careful reading this if you're easily triggered by these things and still want to read.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Enjoy!

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The garden has always been your place of peace.

Flowers of all kinds lined in rows and rows of different shapes, colors, and patterns. Large, well-kept, luscious trees planted sporadically all around the space. Bushes shaped like bunnies, horses, and lions.

For once, your mind has a moment to rest after this horrible week.

You'd spent most of your days locked away in your rooms, ignoring everyone's attempts to coax you out.

Albeit, by the third day your mother had had enough.

She'd stormed into your chambers, demanding you to get out of your head for five minutes and think about how you're going to win the prince back.

And that had caused you to spiral even further.

You abandoned indoors and took to the gardens, seeking the comfort of fresh air and solitude.

So now you sit on a bench, embroidery the only thing keeping all of your screws from falling out.

Your concentration is so deep you don't even hear the footsteps nearing you.

"Your highness."

You instantly recognize the voice, hands pausing the delicate work as you slowly look up.

Lady Ada offers a curtsy, much less deep than the one she'd done for the King.

She doesn't respect you.

You take a deep breath, setting the embroidery aside. "Leave us."

The guards, save for Jill, leave immediately.

"Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

A smirk spreads across her red lips, posture straight as an arrow as she rests a hand on her small belly. "I merely seek conversation with the princess I am to coexist with."

You try not to sneer as she gracefully sits beside you on the bench. "Apologies, I'm sure you don't mind," Her proximity makes your skin burn. "My God, this pregnancy sure is doing a number on my feet."

Your fists ball, your eyes unable to hold hers. "I'm sure."

She seems to notice your anger, smiling in a way the Devil would approve of. "Surely your highness isn't intimidated by me... She wouldn't think that I could take her place-"

You stand, turning and looking down your nose at her in disgust. "It would do you well to remember your place, Lady Ada." You bend to grab your embroidery, pausing when your lips near her ear. "You may carry his baby, but you do not carry the other half of his crown. Always remember that."

And with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, Jill three paces behind you.

☆ Leon ☆

Read. Flip. Sign.

He can feel his gaze.

Read. Flip. Sign.

He sees him flinch in his peripheral.

Read. Flip. Sign.

He clears his throat.

"What are you waiting for?"

His posture straightens, avoiding eye contact as his chin angles high. "Permission to speak freely, your highness?"

Leon waves a hand. "You always have, Chris. Do not fear me now."

Chris, Leon's personal guard, sighs as his body relaxes. He steps closer to the desk and leans his hip on it. "Why don't you just tell her what happened?"

Leon gives him an obvious look, causing Chris to glare at him. "I know what the King said, but you love her. She loves you. I'm sure her highness will understand-"

"Loved."

...

"She loved me."

Chris scoffs. "Do not be ridiculous. You two spent years sneaking beyond your palace walls just to see each other and you're to tell me she just... stopped loving you?"

Leon exhales, dropping his pen and slumping in his chair.

He needed to think.

The effects of that night... The possibility of a bastard child...

A mistress.

It wasn't even him. He never wanted this. Never wanted her.

If only he'd stood his ground...

But now, it was too late.

-

"Father... I can't. It wouldn't be right."

Dim candle light illuminates the chamber, casting a dark shadow over the King's face.

He'd never been the type of monarch that accepted the word 'no'. Anyone to do so were immediately thrown into the dungeon and left to starve to death or until they realized how much they needed their King.

"And why would it be wrong? A King is not tied to a woman, son. A woman is tied to a man. You need not hold yourself for her."

Leon shook his head. "I've promised myself to her. I will only bed Princess-"

His words are cut off by a hand around his neck.

His body is slammed into a nearby wall as the King towers over him. Tension builds as Leon fights for air, clawing at his father's hand. But he doesn't let go, heaving heavy breathes as he grits out his words. "Listen to me boy. I will not have a child in the body of a man for a son. You will not be a man until you have bed a woman."

Black shadows form in the corners of Leon's vision, breaths coming out in shortened gasps. But the King isn't done. "So make of your mind Leon. You either bed the woman I've set for you, or am I going to have to make an example of that pretty little princess of yours?"

Leon's eyes widen, shaking his head as best he could with the hand around his throat.

Not her. Anyone but her.

He doesn't have time to think about his decision, only worried about what he could do to you.

His answer comes out pathetic, a whisper that leads back to a broken heart. "I'll- do it-"

The King let's go instantly, inhaling deeply as his fist clenches. "Excellent."

He ignores Leon's coughs and gasps for air, clapping his hands. "Bring her in."

The doors open and the skirts of a deep red dress embroidered with black flowers flows gracefully into the room.

The woman drops deep into a curtsy and grins at the prince. "Hello, your highness."

That night was not one that Leon would ever forget. His father watched every second. Up until the end, after Lady Ada had been escorted out. After the lights had all dwindled and melted wax pooled at the bottom of candelabras. After Leon had wiped his tears and sat in the bed with slumped naked shoulders.

And then, The King stood from his chair to leave. But not without saying these words.

"You will not tell anyone. Not even your mother. If you do, you can kiss your princess goodbye." He'd placed a hand on Leon's shoulder.

"You are a man now. Congratulations, son."

-

☆

"Ouch! Nara Vella!"

Your sister grimaces and loosens her grip on your hair. "Oh, sorry (y/n)! I've been practicing but I just can't get this braid right..."

You sigh, gently taking the braid from her and demonstrating how it should be done. "Over, under, untangle. You can do it Nara, just repeat those actions."

She gives a determined nod and this time, completes the braid just as you showed her.

"I did it!" She places the braid over your shoulder so you can see it. "Do you like it?"

You hum, smiling gently. "I love it, little sister."

Nara Vella giggles, throwing her hands up in triumph.

A knock comes at your door. Jill's uncertain voice a moment later. "Prince Leon, Your highness."

You roll your eyes, undoing the braid and grabbing a hairbrush. "Tell him to leave, Jill."

Nara Vella's eyes dart between you and the door, wringing her hands to ease her uncomfortability. "Um, perhaps I should come back another time...-"

The door burst open.

You look in the reflection of the mirror, eyeing Leon as he struts in like a King.

"We need to talk, (Y/n)."

"No. I don't believe we do."

A tense silence falls over the room. The two of you glare at each other in the reflection, both waiting for the other to say something.

Nara Vella clears her throat, lifting her yellow skirts and giving Prince Leon a clumsy curtsy. "I will take my leave now... Your highness."

She leaves, only smiling awkwardly in your direction before practically running out of the room.

Jill frowns apologetically and closes the door to give you privacy.

You huff a breath, continuing to brush the braid from your hair. "I would appreciate if you'd stop forcing my guard to obey you."

He steps closer. "We need to talk."

You hum. "So you've said."

"I want you to listen to me."

"And I wanted to be your first."

Leon's expression falls, something close to guilt overcoming his features.

"Though I suppose we can't all get what we want."

You put down the brush and stand, walking forward until you're right in his face, looking up into his bright eyes. You try not to drown in the weight of his gaze."...Do you regret it?"

His eyes flash. "More than anything."

You lick your lips, forcing the burning tears away. "Then... why did you?"

He reaches for your hand, but you're quick to yank it away. His brows furrow, breaths hollow and desperate. "Are you willing to let me explain?"

Are you?

He waits for your answer, both breathing the other's air. Your lips are close enough to share a kiss, something you'd normally kill for...

But you aren't ready to get your heart broken again.

You inhale, about to give your answer.

But then you see it. In his eyes, a flicker.

Pain. Desperation. Worry. Fear.

Love.

You'd once told him his eyes were like oceans. And it didn't help that his emotions hid poorly within those seas.

You could read him like an open book. It really wasn't hard.

Before... You suppose you didn't want to know.

You answer.

"Yes."

☆

Words would never be enough to explain how you felt.

Horrified doesn't even begin to reach it.

You'd welcomed him into your arms as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, spilling the secrets that'd plagued his mind for years.

And by the time he's finished, you still can't get the disgusted look off your face. "Leon- That's-... I'm so-... Great Gods, I wish you'd told me earlier." You gently run your fingers through his hair. "I feel like such an ass. I'm so sorry for not hearing you out, my love."

You coax his head from your neck and hold his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "You are a man. To me, and by definition. It wouldn't have mattered if you had bed a woman first or not. I will never see you any different." His eyes begin to water and his lip wobbles. "Your father, is a fool to see you any different."

Leon sighs, removing his hands from your hips and placing them over yours. "And... You still love me? Even though I didn't save myself for you?"

You shush him, brows furrowing. "Of course I do. That wasn't your decision." You look him deep in his eyes, placing a hand over his heart. "It wasn't your fault."

His eyes close. "It wasn't my fault."

"It wasn't your fault."

Relief.

Relief so strong his shoulders slump and he nearly falls to his knees.

You're quick to catch him, sliding your arms under his and clinging to the back of his shirt.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as shuddered breaths pass from between his lips.

The truth will set you free.

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Did anyone see that coming? I know for a fact y'all didn't lmaoo

This isn't the end! We have 2 more chapters, me thinks.

Will Lady Ada continue to live in the Kingdom of Duevaula? Will anyone else ever know of the Kings harshness toward Prince Leon? How would the Queen react to such news? Do you still have the chance of becoming Queen?

See you next chapter!

-Via 💕

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Behind Closed Doors: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction Series

Part Three

description: when your best friend asks for a favor, that being having his twin move in with you, you're hesitant. you've never really liked him, but you are struggling to meet your rent, so you oblige. who knew with time that you would become more upset with his presence, or upset with the fact you have underlying feelings for him that you don't want to face?

-the masterlist for this series-

trope: enemies to lovers x roommates au!

warnings for this series: alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 6.8k+

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You expected yourself to feel a bit better about living with Jake. Since it had been a month since he moved in with you, nothing much had changed. You two continued to bicker like kids, although there were those sweet moments where you two got along. You were hoping to see his true colors, since they seemed to have yet to be revealed, but to no avail. You were left living with someone who you couldn't stand. No matter how desperately hard you tried to be optimistic about the living arrangement, you found yourself incapable.

Work was always a relief from him. If anyone was able to love their job, you began to more and more once you realized how busywork kept your mind free of Jake. Finally getting into your manager position, you had more responsibility, and that meant less time to daydream and be left alone with your thoughts.

Every so often, yes, you did complain about Jake to Stacie. But you'd never discuss him with Josh. It felt wrong to do so, and when he asked you about how everything was, you'd always be short with him. You'd quickly change the subject to get Josh to go on a long story about his own life and whatever he had going on, and you were able to indulge in Josh's life rather than your own. It was a blissful escape when you'd go out with Josh or go to work, and when you'd arrive home, you'd find yourself ignoring Jake unless he spoke to you first.

Working for the closest thing to a friendship with him seemed harder than you could imagine. He was stubborn - more than you. You gave up on trying to form some sort of relationship with him, and realized that if it was meant to be, then it would happen. Otherwise, you were sick of playing nice with him while he tried to pick on you purposefully to get under your skin.

Jake began to leave the house more often. It was usually around nighttime that he would be gone, and he never announced his departures. But they were probably for gigs, and you had no intention of supporting him, so you didn't mind the lack of communication. There was never a specific day. It was often a surprise to you on whether he'd be home or not, but you appreciated the quiet apartment whenever it wasn't bombarded with his presence. 

You arrived home from work later in the afternoon, which was longer than your usual shifts. Upon entering, you heard Jake's guitar strumming in his room. Although you were a bit tired and ready to wash off the scent of coffee and sweet bakery items, you decided to stride slowly by his bedroom to hear the playing. 

It was better than you expected. Whatever riff or song he was playing, it was pleasing to your ears. You could go further to say you could feel goosebumps prickling your skin, but you didn't want to play with the idea that his musical talent was an amazement to you. 

You stopped at his bedroom door with folded arms and leaned against the frame of it. He hadn't noticed you just yet, and you were grateful that he didn't, because it gave you more time to listen to his playing peacefully. He was sat on the edge of his bed, with his guitar in his lap and the strap hung lazily around his shoulder. He seemed to be wearing a plain grey shirt with black jeans, which you weren't surprised of the attire. You examined the way he played; he mouthed words that you couldn't quite make out, whether it was the song or some sort of coordination of chords. His fingers glided up and down the neck skillfully, along with plucking the strings into a perfect melody. 

"Stop staring at me." Jake muttered to you whilst he continued playing. 

You straightened your posture. "Do you have a problem with me listening to you play?" 

He sighed, flicking his eyes up to you with a blank face. "Just a bit weird that you didn't say anything and just...stood there watching me. Kind of weird, don't you think?" 

You rolled your eyes at his response. "I didn't want to interrupt you, okay? Is that so bad?" 

"Guess not," he shrugged, "well, did you like what you heard?" 

"As much as I hate to stroke your ego, you're actually not too bad. I could even say that I'm actually impressed." You placed a small grin on your face. 

A hint of a genuine smile hit his lips. There was a small moment of silence, but nothing to make you uncomfortable. "Thank you." 

You nodded. "You're welcome." 

"Surprised you'd pay me a compliment. Seems like you never have anything kind to say to me often." 

You dared to step foot into his room, standing before him as he sat on the bed. His eyes walked up your body with each step you took. 

"Well, today I'm feeling a bit nice. Besides, I've never heard you really play, and I've always wondered if you were actually good or not." 

"Your expectations of me have always been low," he chuckled, "but you think I'm good?" 

"If it's important for you to know, then yeah, I think so. Don't like satisfying your ego, but I can't lie and say you're shit at guitar." 

He set his guitar onto the bed and placed his hands on his thighs. "Seems like you're afraid to compliment me because you think I'll act more arrogant." He stood up from the bed and left a small space of proximity between you two. "But I like the change of heart. Nice y/n isn't so bad, even though you still manage to slide in an intentional, mean comment. But, hey, I'll take it." 

"Not a change of heart, just me showing you that I am capable of not being rude to you." 

He pressed his lips together to contain a smile. He found you entertaining, in the sense that you continued to defend your kindness with reasoning that didn't need to be spoken into the air. "What a surprise. Is this just a one-time thing?" 

You shrugged with your bottom lip sticking out. "Who knows. But you're making this a bigger deal than it should be. Just take it lightly, and try not to be so annoying about it, 'kay?" 

He stifled a laugh. "Yes ma'am. Sorry for being so shocked." His words were laced with sarcasm, which only drove your annoyance more.

You held back an eyeroll and decided to walk out of his room to enter your own. You pressed your arms tightly against your chest in an attempt to contain a scoff of irritation. All you let out as you entered your room was a deep sigh and let that be the most you'd let out in frustration. Your skin itched with the image of Jake's eyes lingering on you. There was an unexpected feeling it gave you, but you couldn't depict what it was. You were unsure if it was mere intimidation, or just annoyed that he laid his eyes on you longer than you'd like. Whatever the reason was for you getting so worked up, you were only going to set your mind on taking a shower and removing the scent of your coffee house off of your body. 

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You received a call from Josh later that night as you sat in your room. Although you were used to talking to Josh nearly every day, a call like this was somewhat unexpected. 

"Hello?" You said into the phone.

"Hey! My night is open. Was wondering if you'd want to go out and grab a few drinks at Fireside? Are you free?"

You sat up from your bed and walked over to your closet. "Yeah! I'd love to do that. Do you want me to meet you over there now? Or will you be a bit late?"

He chuckled. "I suppose I deserve the shit you give me for never being on time. I was planning on leaving now, actually, so no worrying about being there alone waiting for my arrival."

"Good to know," you hummed, "I'll see you there then."

"Wait," he said, "do you mind bringing Jake along? I'd like to see him. Wonder how he's been."

"Like you don't talk to him nearly every day," you huffed a laugh, "I guess I can invite him."

"You two still not getting along? Have you sorted out your differences yet?" He sighed into the phone.

"I don't know," you examined a top that you pulled out from your closet, then putting in back, "we keep going back and forth. It just seems that we keep on hitting a bump in the road that neither of us want to move past. Sometimes, we seem to get along, but those moments are always too good to be true. I'm trying, though. Think my problem is I can never decipher his sarcasm from his mean remarks." 

"Okay, well, I hope that you can play nice with him for the night. I'd like to enjoy my time with two of my best friends."

You smiled at his remark. "I'll try, but no promises. He likes to change his attitude at the drop of a hat. See you in ten!"

You hung up the phone before he could say give any objections, and you continued to flip through your articles of clothing to find something a bit more suited for going out. You were in a pair of blue sweat shorts and a baggy tank top, so there was no way you'd leave your place without changing.

You landed on a low-cut red shirt that cut just above your bellybutton, and a pair of light wash jeans to match. The weather this time of year was somewhat unpredictable, so you grabbed a grey jacket with you just in case.

After slipping on your shoes and grabbing your purse with all of your necessities, you walked past Jake's room without a single thought. You were used to not letting Jake know about your whereabouts. So, you found yourself stopped at your front door, exhaling a deep breath. You dragged your feet to Jake's closed door, knocking lightly and waiting for a response.

There was a moment of silence, and before you had the chance to knock again, Jake flung the door open with a confused look.

"I'm, uh, going out with Josh to Fireside. He asked if you wanted to come." You spoke quietly, averting your eyes from him for a moment.

"Or else you wouldn't be inviting me, huh?" He placed his hand onto the doorframe.

"Pretty much," you rocked on your heels, "so, you'll come?"

He walked away from the door, throwing on a pair of shoes and walking past you with a sigh. You rolled your eyes at his ignorance, but nonetheless, he was complying. 

"I'm driving, by the way." He clarified to you before opening the front door. 

"Fine by me." You threw your hands up. 

He led you to his car, which was a modest black Nissan. In your head, you imagined his car to fit his narcissistic demeanor, but it was comforting to know that not all of his possessions were based off of your original impression of him. 

The drive was quiet, even growing an uncomfortable silence between the both of you. The only sound that filled the air was the engine of the car running, along with the soft music coming from the radio. It was nearly inaudible, and you thought about turning up the volume yourself. But, nonetheless, you kept to yourself, and kept your eyes glued outside of the window. 

It wasn't too long until you and him arrived at Fireside. You were thankful that the drive was short, which would lessen the time between you and him. It was hard to find something to talk to him about, due to the fact you weren't interested in anything he had to say. But you didn't want to outwardly tell him that, so you just kept your mouth shut to not cause another issue between the two of you. 

You entered the bar and saw Josh sitting alone, with a beer bottle accompanying his hand. Without checking to see if Jake was close behind you, you walked over to Josh quickly and said hello before you fully reached him. 

"Hey! Good to see you." He said, standing up from the barstool and pulling you into a tight embrace. 

His eyes flicked behind you, and his lips curled into a soft smile. You figured Jake was behind you, so you took a step to the side and allowed them to greet each other. Their hug was tight, somewhat meaningful, from what you examined. Jake wasn't lying when he said him and Josh had a great relationship, and a part of you felt a bit sentimental towards them. Not Jake as an individual, but the twins combined. 

"How's everything been?" He asked him. While waiting for Jake's response, he took a sip of his beer. 

His lips were rested into a grin. "Not too bad. Got some gigs coming up, recording studio sessions - the usual." He shrugged. 

"Heard from that record label yet?" Josh asked him. 

"Not yet, but it's only been a few days. All I can do is wait, but I'm hopeful about it." He shrugged. 

Josh turned to you with his hand placed on your back. "Would you like a drink?" 

You nodded in response, and he called the bartender over and ordered your usual, which was a strawberry margarita. One thing you appreciated about him was that he remembered tons of different things about you, big or small. Like your favorite foods, different factoids about your life, and of course, your choice of drink. 

"What's your poison for the night, Jake?" Josh turned to his brother. 

"Something light. I'm driving." He took a seat next to the stool you were stood at. 

He settled on a Coors Light and Josh took his place next to an empty seat, which left an open one in between the two boys. It was his silent way of him wanting you to be sat between the both of them, and as much as you wanted to decline, you obliged and took a seat with a huff. 

There was small conversation between you and Josh, and Jake would butt in and say something to tear the conversation into three. It was an ungrateful presence, and when you'd respond to whatever he said, Josh made sure to remove the tension with a light-hearted joke or changing the subject entirely. 

As you talked to Josh about your new position at work and the minimal things that were happening in your life, you heard the screeching of a chair being pulled out of its spot. When you stopped your talking, you turned your direction to Jake. 

"I'll be back." He tapped his hands onto the counter and walked away without any other explanation. 

"Don't be gone for too long!" Josh joked, taking another sip of his beer and setting it down. Once Jake was far enough, Josh leaned closer to you. "So, things really haven't changed between you two, huh?" 

"Glad you figured that out, despite what I tell you." You chuckled. "Think we've both kind of silently agreed that things aren't going to be different, so we just leave it be and put up with each other. Tried being nice to him and he made it a big deal, as if I've never once been nice to him." 

"You both seem like stubborn people. Well, I know he is," he chuckled, "but you seem to not want to act differently towards him for whatever internal reason that may be." 

"Guess he just needs to earn my respect, which he hasn't." You extended your finger at him with the hand that was wrapped around your glass, with a cocked brow. "He just needs to give me a reason to change my mind about him, you know? He hasn't done anything redeemable yet. I don't really know what to do." 

"It's not a one-way street. I'm sure he has some work to do, but so do you. I don't really know what happens behind closed doors, but I assume that you're trying to act differently towards him, right?" 

"I'd be lying to you if I said that I was." You said sheepishly. "Just got to give it more time, I guess." 

He shrugged with an understanding nod, unsure of what to follow that with. When his eyes left yours, you followed his sight. Turning your head, you saw Jake with a drink in hand, chatting with a girl. With a sigh, you turned back to Josh, who had a slight look of disappointment. 

"Looks like he ditched us for the night." You laughed lightly. 

"Appears that way. But hey, I don't mind it. Glad to at least have you here." He nudged your arm. 

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You drank the night away with Josh, talking about numerous things that weren't that important. It was easy to talk to him, especially since anything you said he showed extreme interest in. You liked the dynamic between you two, which made you forget about Jake, and gave you a good time without Jake in the picture. It was the sort of night you expected to happen; you and Josh alone while Jake played the field. It was reminiscent of the first night you met him. 

You couldn't forget that day. Whether a year was a long enough time to keep a memory alive in your mind, you still could picture every moment. You remembered what he wore, how he introduced himself and what he talked about. There was that uncertainty of why you were thinking about that night. Maybe it was to drive your annoyance that you felt for him at this exact moment, or it was the alcohol consuming your system and letting your mind wander as it tends to do. 

Jake eventually came back over to the two of you with a playful grin on his face, resuming his original seat and grabbing the beer that was left for him. You didn't pay too much attention to him, but Josh being Josh, immediately struck up a conversation as a welcome back. You didn't know how much time passed between then and now, but however long it was, you noticed the condensation that laid upon Jake's beer bottle had disappeared, and the ice in your third drink had nearly melted. 

You kept your eyes glued to the liquid that was left in your glass. Their conversation flew through your ears, but you didn't pick up on the conversation and left it incoherent. You began to feel the effect of the alcohol on you, with your body growing warm and feeling airy. You decided to finish the rest of your drink in one go and let that be the last of your night and stick to water. 

"Y/n?" Josh nudged you. 

You turned your head to him. "What? Did I miss something?" 

"You heard nothing we said, huh?" Jake said to you with a chuckle.

"I turned on my selective hearing." You smiled, then turned your direction to Josh. "What were you guys talking about?" 

"Talking about how we’re thinking of heading out." Jake said to you. 

You slowly flicked your direction to Jake. "I didn't ask you, Jacob," you spat, "but why head out? The night is still young, isn't it?" 

"Your perception of time is amazing," he jeered, "but it's 11:30. Don't you have work tomorrow?" 

"I have Sunday's off, thank you very much. Why don't you leave, and I stay here with Josh?" You cocked your head to the side. 

He pressed his lips together with a light look of aggravation, but more contorted with disappointment. He was concocting what to say to you next with little time, flicking his eyes between you and Josh. 

"How about I see you for lunch tomorrow, y/n? Go home, get some rest, and we can continue our hangout tomorrow, yeah?" 

He stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around you tightly from behind. Once he gave his brother a hug, he said his goodbyes to the both of you and pranced out of the bar. 

"Alright, now can we go?" Jake sighed. 

"If you insist." You dug your hand into your purse to rummage out your wallet. As you were doing so, Jake placed his hand on your wrist. 

"I already paid for our drinks." He rubbed his lips together. "Don't worry about it, let's just go, okay?" 

You shot him a confused look, removing your eyes from his hand that wrapped around your wrist and to his. His touch pulled away slowly, but you could feel every movement. You were unsure of the feeling it sent to you, but ignoring it was best for now, and listening to Jake before you made him upset. 

Once getting into his car, you lolled your head onto the window to feel the cold glass soothe your hot head. Your eyes were shut, and in tune with the music that played softly, and you focused on the relaxation of the drive rather than your mind growing dizzy. 

"You have a good time?" Jake asked you. 

You squinted one eye open at him, noticing he was waiting for a response by looking at you. The red of the stoplight shone over his features, highlighting his dark eyes and the carvings of his face. It was something you never intently observed, such as in broad daylight, but now, you were given the opportunity that you wouldn't usually jump at.

"A splendid time. Loved when you ditched us to go talk to that girl. Staying true to character as always, Jacob." 

He rolled his eyes. "I actually went to the bathroom before she came up to me. Not going to resist talking to a pretty girl. Is that so bad?" 

You scoffed with an open-mouthed smile, shutting your eyes and relaxing your head back to its original spot on the window. "Took you long enough to make your way back over to us. Did you get her number or something?" 

"As a matter of fact, I did." He stated proudly. "We'll see whether or not I follow through with texting her." 

"That's kind of fucked up, you know? Giving a girl the impression that you're interested in her, then deciding that you don't want to be a decent human being and try to get to know her." You scoffed. 

"I don't think I need to explain myself to you, but for your information, you've got me completely wrong." He threw his hand out into the air. 

Your eyes opened. "Alright then. How many girls have you actually taken out on dates, huh? Or are there too many to count?" 

"Why are you acting like this, y/n?" He flicked his eyes at you with a scrunched face. "How much did you have to drink tonight?" 

"I'm not even drunk, just tipsy. Enough for me to feel good, but not enough to not control my surroundings. Don't avoid the question at hand. I'm curious." You gave him a playful smile. 

"I don't know, y/n," he sighed, "I've never really been on a real date, but I'd consider having gone on three or four. That's not counting the times I'll meet someone and end up spending time with them for the rest of the night." He shrugged. 

"I catch your drift. Are you some sort of womanizer? Or is that just the rockstar life you're trying to live up to? I mean, how many of those were dates that you didn't end up sleeping with-" 

He was quick to cut you off. "Why is it so important for you to know how many people I've slept with, huh? Frankly, it's none of your business." He looked at you with a face of disgust. "Don't feel like talking about this with you anymore." 

He was growing tense, with his shoulders straightened out and his neck stiff. You'd never seen him so upset before, and it was slightly entertaining that you were getting under his skin. Maybe if you had a good heart in mind, you would feel sensitive about the situation. Guilt, perhaps. But, with the way he treats you, you think he deserves whatever he feeds you. 

"Someone's a bit sensitive." You giggled to yourself. "Would it make you feel better if I told you how many dates I've been on?" 

"I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyways." 

"I've been on four, roughly. Nothing too major, and no one special. I don't really date anymore because I'm too busy with work."

"Thanks for sharing. Can we go in, now?" Jake had already put the car in park, and you shot your head up and saw your surroundings. 

You looked at him, who waited for you to step out of the car or give him an answer. His face was close to expressionless, with a light hint of aggravation. Whatever he was waiting for, you opened the door and stumbled out of the vehicle. 

After making your way to your apartment, with Jake close behind, you dragged your feet to your bedroom. Falling face first onto your bed, you groaned into the sheets. Your comforter was soft against your face, and your body began to feel heavy. 

You forced your body to turn over flat on your back. As you made your movements, you saw Jake standing at the doorway. He leaned against the frame with folded arms. 

"Got something to say?" You lifted your head off the bed just enough to see him. 

He opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly with a smile. Whatever he was going to say, he decided to save it, and say something different. "You going to sleep in jeans?" 

"Judging me and my comfort? Quite rude." You snorted. 

You leaned up with a huff, sliding your shoes off onto the ground and crawling to your pillows. He still hadn't moved from his stance at the door, watching your movements and keeping his soft smile plastered on his face as you enveloped yourself in your blankets. If the moon wasn't shining into your bedroom, you wouldn't be able to see his smile. Maybe he was unsure if you noticed how he was looking at you, but whatever his reasoning was, you weren't going to acknowledge it. 

"Gonna watch me sleep, Jacob?" You mumbled with shut eyes. 

He chuckled. He stood off from the doorframe and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Just...making sure you're okay, that's all." 

"I don't like when you're nice to me. Feels wrong." You laughed to yourself. "You're giving me the impression that you actually care about my well-being." 

There was silence in the room. You opened your eyes, then turned your head to the doorway. He was no longer there, and your door was cracked open slightly. There was that uncertainty of whether of nor he heard your words. Or, better yet, the unsureness of if you wanted him to hear what you said. You weren't in the right headspace, even if you didn't want to believe it. 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

There was a recognizable scent that hit your nose when you woke up. It was a light buttery, bread-like aroma that filled the apartment. 

You turned over with a groan and felt the seams of your jeans pinching into your thighs. Remembering you slept in your clothes of last night, you got yourself up and changed into something a bit more comfortable. Throwing on a pair of plaid jaw string pants and a baggy band t-shirt, you walked out of your room. 

You rubbed your eyes to bring your vision to full light. You saw Jake's bare back at the stove, with light smoke rising from the front of him. He was cooking something, and whatever it was, it smelt good. 

"Good morning." You said groggily to him. 

He set a spatula down and turned his head over his shoulder. "Sleep well?" 

"How'd you guess?" You slumped into the stool at your small island. 

"Your hair's a mess." He chuckled. You flattened your hair out and used the ponytail that rested on your wrist to tie your hair up. After watching you, he turned from you, and kept his focus on the pan in front of him. 

"Thanks for letting me know," you rolled your eyes, "what are you making?" 

You tried viewing the stovetop from behind his figure but were unable to. You looked next to him, and noticed a plate sat beside his right side filled with pancakes. Your eyes lit up at the sight. 

"Pancakes?" You said with light excitement. 

"Yup." He responded flatly. 

You got out of your seat and grabbed a plate, along with a fork, and stabbed into one of the airy cakes. Setting it onto your plate, you brought it over to your seat.

"There's syrup in the pantry, by the way. Do you like butter on your pancakes?" He asked you. 

"Syrup's just fine." You stated plainly. 

He set a steaming cake onto the stack, then turning the stove off and grabbing his own plate. You looked at him with confusion. His nice tone was foreign behavior, and one that made you suspicious. There was no reason for you to be, but you couldn't shake the feeling. 

You decided to ignore it and walk into the pantry, finding the bottle of syrup and taking it graciously to your plate. He brought over the hot plate of pancakes, setting it between you two and placing another one onto your plate before you had a say. You thanked him with a small smile and doused the airy cakes with syrup. 

"Did you sleep well?" You dug the side of your fork into your pancakes in an attempt to cut them. 

"Yeah," he huffed a laugh, "thanks for asking." 

You nodded with a hum and took a bite of your food. They were delicious, but pancakes aren't that hard to mess up. The satisfying taste of the sweet syrup hitting your tastebuds and making the pancakes chewier had you fluttering your eyes shut with gratification. 

"Pretty good, Jake." You said to him. 

He was standing across from you, holding his plate in his hand and eating. He nodded and continued to eat. 

"Still going to lunch with Josh today?" He asked. 

"Thanks for reminding me," you said with appreciation, "I'll have to ask him when he wants to go out. Have yet to text him." 

He hummed in response. He was keeping to himself. No snarky remarks, no quips to make you annoyed by his presence. It was an odd feeling that helped wake you up more. 

"Is there," you began, "is there a reason you're being so nice to me this morning?" 

He finished his food and set his plate into the sink. "Do I need a reason to be nice to you?" 

You shook your head with your bottom lip into a pout. "Just suspicious, that's all." 

He chuckled at your response. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles for the both of you. 

He set one of them down in front of you. "Just...woke up in a good mood, I guess. Sorry for freaking you out over my kindness." 

You huffed a laugh as you stood from the stool and walked over to the sink. "I just find it weird. Don't think I've ever woken up and you've actually spoken more than five words to me." 

You began to wash your plate, then setting it into the dishwasher. You jumped onto the corner and snatched your water bottle from the other side of the island, opening it and taking a few drinks of the liquid. 

Jake stood across from you, with his hands sprawled onto the counter behind him and giving you an odd expression. "Well, think it's time we turn over a new leaf, don't you think?" 

"Like, no bickering?" You pretended to wriggle with disgust, which caused him to laugh. "Don't think I'm ready to not hate you yet." 

"You're stubborn, you know that?" He said with a small smile. 

"As are you. What a coincidence." You shrugged, pulling your legs onto the counter and sitting crisscross. "Do you have a gig tonight?" 

"Yup. Performing with two other bands, I think. It's at a pretty nice venue, so I'm a bit excited." 

You nodded. "Did you invite that girl from last night?" 

He rolled his eyes in return. You couldn't miss the chance of picking at him a bit, because after all, it was entertaining to you. 

"Maybe," he shrugged with a knowing smirk, "so I’d like it if you didn’t come." 

"And don't bring her over tonight. Deal? Besides, I wasn't planning on seeing you perform, anyways." You quipped back. 

He nodded with a sigh, pushing off the counter behind him and making his journey back to his bedroom. You followed his movements only for a moment, then hopping off the counter and starting your day. 

You texted Josh, who said that he would be able to meet you for lunch around 12, so that left most of your morning free. You weren't sure how to fill your morning, other than to relax in bed or tidy up the apartment as you pleased. Getting ready knocked about an hour and a half of waiting time off your shoulders, so now, you were left with a little under two hours to yourself. There was always sparking up a conversation with Jake, but you didn't feel the need to. Or, necessarily, the want to. 

You were left alone with your thoughts, though, which was something you never liked. You always appreciated being busy to keep your mind occupied and not on anything particular. But, with your time off, and the recent events, you sat on your bed and ran through everything. 

The thing that stuck to mind first was Jake’s change of behavior this morning. Sure, it could've been a periodical moment, and he'd go back to being his snarky self later. But, leaving him alone would keep you from venturing that idea any further. There was always reasoning behind his actions, whether he wanted you to know that or not, and it picked at your brain agonizingly. Just like Josh said, there was an internal reason for your hatred. There was the obvious answer, which was you never liked him. His reckless behavior, matched with his egotistical persona that constantly irked you. His first impression always stuck to you, so when he changed his attitude directed towards you, you were left to assume it was for his own personal gain. 

But the negative mindset you had on him shouldn't be as much of a main focus as you make it out to be. Sure, you didn't like him, but you're stuck with him by choice. He seemed to be trying to earn your respect, which you appreciated, but it still shadowed your thoughts with suspicion. 

When it came time for you to meet Josh for lunch, instead of meeting you at your usual spot, he asked you to meet at a deli nearby. You obliged, and upon arrival, he was already waiting for you outside. You always adored the platonic relationship between the two of you. You were quite fond of your friendship with him, and his twin was never going to get in the way of your bond. It was a sacred relationship that only made sense to have with him. 

"Nice to see you on time." You smirked at him. 

He chuckled, leading you instead the small shop. "Well, I was a bit excited for this little lunch date. Would like to know what happened after I left." 

You shot him a skeptical look. "What do you mean by that? Did Jake say something to you?" 

"No, I didn't ask him about it," he chuckled, "but I'm just curious." 

You placed your order before Josh and waited for him to finish his own. 

"Nothing happened, I guess. He was just acting unusual." You shrugged. "You know, nice?" 

He threw his head back with a faux shocked expression. "My brother was nice to you? Who would've guessed?" 

You playfully pushed his shoulder, causing him to chuckle and wear a permanent smile. "Listen, it was weird for me, okay? I mean, he waited for me to get comfortable in my bed before he went to his room. And he even woke me up with pancakes this morning. Just makes me think he's trying to get something out of me." 

"Or, he's just being a good person," he argued, "but it does seem a little weird, I suppose, considering yours and his's relationship. It's random but makes sense." 

"How does him being nice to me make any sense, Josh? He doesn't like me, and I don't like him. That's how it's always been."

"And would you like to keep it that way?" 

You huffed a sigh. As yours and Josh's names were called, you picked up your small platter containing a sandwich and took a seat outside with Josh. 

"I don't know," you shrugged, "I just think it's better this way. It's already aggravating enough to try and change my mind about him. He's always just rubbed me the wrong way." 

"I think you just need to accept that he's trying to show you who he really is, because he's becoming comfortable with you, and not just putting on a facade because he feels the need to. If anyone knows him and how he is, it's me." 

You nodded at his response, taking a bite of your sandwich. "Guess I'm just a little nervous as to what that means, in an odd way. Like, I'm afraid of the embarrassment of being wrong about him. I don't know if that makes sense..." You placed your hand onto your head.

"No, no I understand," he reassured, "and it's okay to feel that way about him. Just don't shut him out. If you see him opening up, try and embrace it. He's trying to make a better impression of himself for you, so do the same for him. You'll find yourself miserable if you just find his kindness annoying." 

"I guess it's my fault for being so stubborn. Like you said, he's trying to make things better, so I shouldn't dismiss that and let my impression of him get the best of me." 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

After your lunch date with Josh, you arrived back at home to see Jake walking out of his room with his guitar case in hand. 

"Leaving early for the gig?" You said to him. 

"There's something called rehearsal before every performance, so yeah, I'm leaving early." He wore a light smirk to show his sarcasm. 

You nodded. "Good luck." 

He worse a confused expression, but then rested it into a content one. "Thanks." 

He walked past where you stood to the door, which you followed with your eyes. 

"Jake?" 

He turned to you. "What?" 

"I never thanked you for breakfast this morning. I appreciate it. It was...a nice gesture." 

Something about the way he looked at you with a soft expression made your words feel more heartfelt than you intended. You were just trying to take Josh's advice, along with his, and the approach gave you an odd feeling. You were pushing down everything you felt towards him and showing your true character. Showing him you had the ability to be indifferent to your own feelings of him and pay homage to his actions. 

"It's not a big deal," he scrunched his eyebrows together with his sly smirk, "but I appreciate it. Don't expect it to be an everyday thing, though." He pointed his finger at you. "Anything else, or can I leave?" 

You folded your arms over one another. "You can go." 

A smile rested on your face, one that ran to your cheeks and made them burn. He left without another word, and you locked the door behind him. 

As much as it felt awkward to be nice to Jake, it wasn't a terrible start, nor was it as bad as you imagined. You two just had to get over that awkward stage of uncomfortableness, such as being uncertain of how to show your kindness to one another. But you were getting somewhere, right?

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

-part four-

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[violetsdaisy]

Behind Closed Doors

Yami was under the impression he was attending a business meeting over dinner with one of the highest clientele in the city of Domino, while hoping to see the charming boy he’s been crushing over for the past few weeks.

What he finds in Sennen Manor is far more than he could have ever expected.

-Mobium March 2024-

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors Master List

Things happen for the powerful behind closed doors.

Things happen for the A-listers who have needs that can't be met, or they don't feel comfortable asking about.

And that's where (Y/N) came in for none other than Chris Evans.

High off his role as Johnny Storm, Chris shot to stardom. But he had dreams far beyond Hollywood.

He wanted to be a dad.

So he found you.

But little did he know that his fate was intertwined with not only yours, but another Marvel co-star that he wouldn't really get to know until years down the road.

The love of your life.

The father of your children...well, most of them, but we'll get to that.

Sebastian swore he loved you from the day he first saw your picture.

And while your relationship may not be in the spotlight, he's made it perfectly clear the family that the two of you created is his everything.

And this is what happens behind closed doors.

Part 1--Before There Was An 'US'

The Contract

The Buildup

The Honeymoon Phase

The Breakdown

The Breakup

Part 2--The Early Years

The Knight In Shining Armour

The Secret

The Secret Life

The New Role

The Mad Hatter

The PR Relationship

The Future

A Wedding, and A Black Eye

Career Day

Saying Sorry Is The Hardest Part

The Tale Of Minka Kelly

Part 3--Finding A Rhythm

The Bronze

Civil War

Slow It Down

Tough Questions In Parenting

Domesticated

Devil All The Time

When The World Shut Down

In The Kitchen, With The Knife

Part 4--When It All Comes To Light

Who Is (Seb)Bastian Stan?

Little Miss Alba Baptiste

Johnny Evans Sees The Truth

What Could Have Been

[angelasscribbles]

Behind Closed Doors Extra

 Series: Behind Closed Doors

Fandom: The Royal Romance

The incomparable @secretaryunpaid has done it again! This graphic captures my favorite moment from chapter one!

Thank you so much, my friend, for always brightening up my day with your talent!

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[ptersparkers]

behind closed doors

summary: a regularly updating collection of stolen moments with none other than aaron hotchner. 

notes: so...i cannot get this man out of my head and this project fulfills my, ahem, frustrations. these are short vignettes with separate plots that i’m probably gonna update as i think of more scenarios. feel free to leave me suggestions! 

warnings: nsfw.

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→ mirror: aaron wants you to watch him fuck you in front of his mirror.

→ untitled: (coming soon) 

[marypaol]

Uhhhh guys? Need a little preference help!

Thank you to whoever answers this because when I read other imagines and stuff I feel like they’re always so long! And when I write I think the story’s amazing until I realize how short it is. 🫣😅

This will help me to see how long you like stories to be so I can satisfy your needs. :)

Have a wonderful day!!! 🫶🏻

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