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Two worlds apart Pt. 2 | JJH (M)

Prince Jaehyun x maid fem reader, arranged marriage trope, forbidden love trope

Part 1.

Summary: reckless decisions always have a bittersweet ending.

Warnings: sexual content, some fluff, lots of angst, penetrative sex, oral (fem receiving), standing sex, unprotected, praising, possessive Jaehyun, pregnancy, he's a munch 🤭, angst, bittersweet ending, bridgerton esque, historically inaccurate, story takes place within a couple of weeks it's kinda fast ik I'm sorry

Word count: 17k

Song recs: promise by laufey, how does it make you feel by Victoria Monet

A/n: awkwardly laughs...hey guys its taken me too long to write this and it's not even that great but I'm satisfied so pls enjoy it sorry for the wait Ilya 🤍 feedback is love and appreciated as always 🤍🤍

Jaehyun was practically chasing Rose down the corridor as she walked fast trying to get away from him, shoes clicking on the shiny marble floor. "Rose, please-"

"I don't want to speak to you," she said, gripping her gown tighter as she pulled it from the floor as she walked.

Jaehyun quickly caught up to her, taking her arm in his hands. She quickly snatched it out of his grasp, giving him a nasty glare. Jaehyun had never been looked at that way, and she could tell by the way his face twisted into an offended expression. Rose had not only found out about him leaving her alone to be with you the night prior, but also about him sleeping with you. She knew what she was getting herself into, but she didn't know how draining it could be. It's only been a couple of days, but time is running out as each second passes.

"I said I don't want to speak to you. I don't even want to look at you," she spat, face still and cold as ice.

"Well I don't care what you want," the prince snapped. "I don't want this. I never asked for this."

"And you think I did." Her voice rang out through the halls, her anger bouncing off the stained glass windows. By this point, any and everyone in the castle knew very well about the details of Jaehyun's affair. "All I asked from you is to at least bed me before you went and live whatever fantasies you had with that wench-"

"Don't you dare call her that." Jaehyun's voice lowered as he stared down at the princess, a dangerous glint in his eyes. But Rose isn't known to be the kind of woman to back down. She's scared of no one, not even her parents.

Rose turned around, facing him fully in all his anger. His ears were red, jaw clenched as he stared down at her icy exterior. "Wench, whore, prostitute. Whatever she is, I do not care. If she shows signs of being with child in the next couple of months, you can expect her to be outside of my castle."

"This is my castle. You are on my land in my country and she will not be going anywhere," he declared, but all Rose did was laugh in his face.

"I am your princess, your queen, your wife. I will do as I please in these walls. All I want is an heir and we will be done with this nonsense," she says. Rose quickly turns and walks away, butler tailing her as she quickly removes herself from the situation.

All Jaehyun could do was let out an exasperated sigh in the middle of the hall. He knew she shouldn't go to you, but that's all he could think of. You were the only person who could comfort him at the moment, and he needed to see you, and so he will. So against his better judgment he trudged down the hall, butler following behind him closely to keep his pace.

"Prince, you mustn't act recklessly," his butler said, keeping a close eye on him.

"And why not," Jaehyun snaps, running down the marble staircase. "Rose hasn't even been here for 30 days and is already irking my nerves."

"My grace, I understand that you're angry now, but-"

The prince turned around, annoyed and jaw clenching at the conversation. "If I can't have anything else in this world, at least let me have my anger." Jaehyun knew that even after saying that, it would never happen. Nothing ever truly belonged to him. Everything belonged to the crown. The only thing that would ever be his was the air he breathed, but was that even his? He never felt like it, not when his mother and father have been telling him what and how to do anything since he was born.

Jaehyun knew his life would never truly be his. His family, his love, his legacy would never be his, but one thing he could say was that you were his. And you wanted to be his, and if either one of you wanted that, he would have to fight for it in any way that he could. Jaehyun was serious about loving you, he always has been. He would give up anything and everything to be by your side forever.

"My prince, your mother is very worried about you," his butler spoke. "She says you've been more careless than usual."

"Well that's the kind of thing that happens when you lie to your children." The two walked through the second largest corridor of the property towards the main kitchen. Jaehyun knew you'd be in there at this time. You had the same schedule almost everyday, not that he had memorized it (he definitely did).

Jaehyun barged into the kitchen, startling everyone, forcing them to turn to the door. Like always, the group of people, including yourself bowed or curtsey towards him and his butler.

"Your grace," everyone greeted in unison.

Jaehyun shot everyone a small smile, bowing slightly when his eyes caught you in the back of the room. You had been avoiding him since the night of the ball. Everything in him regretted what he did knowing that you didn't want to be his mistress. But unfortunately, he didn't feel completely guilty. You avoided his very obvious gaze, looking elsewhere in the room in an attempt to silently tell him to leave you be, but of course it did not work.

"Everyone step outside please," he said, a deep voice rushing through the room. The staff started to scurry, not wanting to face the prince's volatile anger. They could all tell that he was on edge, not in the right mind. You followed behind everyone, trying to hide, but Jaehyun is very perceptive.

"Except for you."

You looked up, his round deep brown eyes looking down at you cold, as if you were in trouble. And you were constantly running away from him anytime he was near. Jaehyun let the rest of the castle staff out, pulling you aside. His butler followed the staff, stepping out, but standing in front of the door making sure no one else came in.

His broad frame turned to you, folding his hands at his waist as he spoke. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"You grace, I have not been avoiding you," you answer calmly. You were not in the mood to speak to him or anyone else for that matter. Having to work so closely with his wife has been mentally tormenting you enough, you didn't want to add more to the list.

"Y/N, you have been avoiding me since the ball," he said, squinting his eyes at your formal speech.

"I have not. I've been busy. I, too, have responsibilities," you retort.

Jaehyun sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He was about to become angry, and when he got angry, he had a tendency to yell. He did not want to yell at you however, so he had to reign his anger back.

"I know you have been avoiding me. Tell me why, and I will not take no for an answer."

You were taken back by his assertiveness. Jaehyun had ever spoken to you this way, almost as if he was demanding you to speak. You stared up at him, giving him a dry laugh before scoffing. He knew exactly why you were avoiding him, and anyone else of power for that matter.

"Don't you dare scoff at me. I am your king-"

"You are a prince. And you did not care when you abandoned your wife during a ball to bed me," you snapped.

"It was on a wall."

"Nevertheless," you continued, "you did the very thing I asked you not to do. I do not want to be your mistress. I do not want to be pregnant. If I cannot have all of you, I will not have you. Jaehyun, please understand that this is for the both of us."

"Y/N, I love you, and there is no one, especially you, who could make me stop." And he meant every word. Never in a million years would he ever let anyone talk to him the way you just did, but it didn't even register in his brain to be upset. Not when you stood there, food all over your apron, flour on your cute angry face.

You watched his hardened face begin to soften, realizing your words weren't getting through to him. He really did love you, and would be willing to do anything to keep you with him, and that scared you. Everyone knows how reckless and impulsive he is, and you did not want to be the reason for his impulsivity. With a heavy sigh, you shook your head as you looked at your feet.

"I'm scared," you confess.

"Of what?"

"If I am actually pregnant before the princess, I don't know what will become of me," you say.

"Nothing," he declared. "Nothing will become of you. I will protect you with my life, and I mean it."

"I don't need you to do that. What I need is space Jaehyun. I need you to give me as much space as we can get in this Castle." You watched his expression drop, sadness filling his eyes. He knew you were serious and didn't want to be apart from you for more than he could take, so for now he will agree, but not for long.

"Fine," he said, nodding. "I understand. But I need you to understand something also."

"And what is that?"

"I am your prince, and this is my castle." Jaehyun began to close the distance between the both of you, making you take steps back until you hit the counter. "You work for me, and any other royal under this roof, which means if I call for you, you must oblige."

"But Jaehyun, that's-"

"Do not question your prince." His body was dangerously close to yours, nose almost touching yours as he spoke. "You will do as I ask, understood?"

Jaehyun's lips ghosted above yours, trying so hard to not kiss you where you stood. His hands were folded behind his back as he breathed heavily. The tension was pressing on both of your chest, Jaehyun could feel your shaky breaths fanning on his face as you gulped. You could tell him a million times you didn't want him, but he knew that deep down, you wanted him. You needed him as much as he needed you.

He couldn't take the teasing anymore, eyes drooping as he stared down at your lips. Jaehyun didn't want to tell you, but he couldn't stop thinking about you since the night of the ball. Your body, your face, your voice. He didn't need to tell you though. Jaehyun is easy to read. The way he would stare at you when he caught a glimpse of you working, he would practically tear your clothes off with his eyes.

"I-I understand," you answered.

"Good. Now kiss me."

You locked your lips with his desperately, kissing him like your life depended on it. Jaehyun took his hands from behind his back, and placed them on your waist. Jaehyun pulled you close to him, mouth still on yours in a heated kiss. The feeling of your lips on his started to stir inside him, wanting to go further than just a kiss. He moved from your mouth to your jaw, kissing your face softly as you let your eyes flutter shut. Your hand moved to his cheek, cupping it softly.

"J-Jaehyun," you sigh softly.

That was almost enough to make him snap, but he held back and you could feel it in how hard he gripped your sides. "Just a little more Y/N. God, I've missed you so much." Jaehyun kisses down your neck, back to your face and on your lips. You moaned softly against his mouth, pushing him closer and closer to his limit. "You're killing me," he whined softly.

You missed his hands on you. You knew you wanted him all to yourself, and maybe you were being selfish at the moment indulging in his self destructive behaviors, but you needed him just one last time. You needed to feel his lips on yours, to know that he loves you and that he really did care.

"S-stop, we can't continue," you said against his lips. You were saying one thing, but your body told another story. You were leaning into him, holding him like you didn't want to let him go.

"Just a little more." He was now half hard under his pants. Jaehyun couldn't control himself when it came to you. You had so much power over him, and he secretly loved it.

"No, you have to go. Duties to tend to. And I have to tend to the kitchen."

Jaehyun finally let up, planting one more kiss before painfully pulling his entire body from you. You were the prettiest flustered mess he's ever seen. All he did was kiss you, but you were breathing heavily, blinking profusely. He couldn't help but stand there, smiling smugly to himself as he watched you attempt to gather yourself.

"I love you."

You looked up from your feet, Jaehyun's voice rattling you. There it was again, his sweet words coupled with his pretty face that always made your heart beat out your chest. You nodded, choosing to not respond to him.

"That was the last time Jaehyun. I mean it," you declared sternly.

He was still smiling to himself, nodding as you spoke. The both of you knew it wasn't going to be the last time, but he went along with what you said regardless.

"You agree, but you're not taking me seriously. I mean it Jaehyun," you repeated. "Now leave. We've been here for far too long."

"Of course, my lady. I will take my leave." He turned on his heels, walking towards the door. Before he left he turned to you, to say one more thing. "I will give you your space, but I want you to know that no matter what, I love you and will protect you at all cost."

"I understand," you sighed. "Now go, my prince."

You watched him walk out of the door, already feeling a longing for him. You knew it would probably be hard, but what you didn't know was that Jaehyun was going to make it near impossible.

Nothing between Jaehyun and Rose seemed to be getting better, and the staff in the castle are beginning to notice much more than before. Jaehyun leaves the castle a lot more often while Rose invites the women of the ton around more often. Being one of her main staff, you unfortunately had to be there with her and her constant complaints, like right now.

You poured everyone's tea, making it just like how they all requested it as they sat around you, conversing about things you never cared about. Jewels, food, parties, whatever it was rich people did. None of it mattered to you. It's not like you could ever love that kind of life, no matter how much you wanted to. You were merely a maid, an old one at that.

"So what exactly is it like being with the prince," Lady Clarke questioned, sipping her tea. Of course she wanted to know, all of the women wanted to know so they could gossip about it once they left.

"Well, it's.." Rose paused. She had nothing positive to say. Her and Jaehyun practically lived separate lives, separate bedrooms, separate staff; they were split but together. "It's a bit of a handful, but he's delightful."

You sensed the strain in her voice when complimenting him, along with her eyes being into your soul. You were the only one blocking her blessings, but it wasn't your fault. Being very aware of her resentment towards you for failing to end things with him the night of their ball, you constantly tried to remain as far from her as possible. However, Jaehyun insisted you help her on this day almost as if he was trying to torment her with your presence. You had no idea what he was thinking, but it couldn't be anything good.

"Your majesty, I'm sure you can give us more than that," Lady Webster chimed, making everyone laugh softly except for Rose.

You rolled your eyes watching the show in front of you. The ton's attempt at trying to be secretive about their body questions was annoying to you. You wanted very well to tune out of the conversation until you heard one thing.

"I heard there was a rumor of him having a mistress," another woman said.

Your ears piped along with Rose's body stiffening at the topic. She glanced at you quickly, going unnoticed by the other women but not by you. The glint of envy and anger in her eyes will never go away, not as long as her husband's heart remains with you. You knew she didn't want him to love her, but sometimes you wondered if she wasn't completely true in her intentions with him. Rose had always been used to being the center of attention, princess or not. It was strange for her not to be the center of his attention.

"Well, I know nothing of such a thing," Rose responded with a fake laugh.

The women of the ton laughed with her uncomfortably, giving each other worried glances. The room began to get stuffy, uncomfortable energy filling the space as they all went silent. You stood in the corner of the room, looking at the ground, because you knew you couldn't handle your facial expressions.

"W-well, it's only a rumor. I have no idea where it came from. It's most likely not true," she said.

"I mean, did you think it was true?" The princess's ice glare often scared whoever it landed on. She was beautiful and gracious, but never one to mess with. She wouldn't give you a second before out casting you.

"P-princess, of course I don't think it's true," the woman backtracked. "In fact, I think it's horrible. My grace having a mistress? Simply tasteless."

"I agree," Rose said, taking a sip of her tea. "Having a mistress is nothing new, but…" she looked at you, eyes meeting yours as she spoke. "Any woman who allows such things must be a whore, and I hate whores."

At this point, you were feeling a feeling you've never felt before. Was it guilt? Was it embarrassment? You didn't know, but your heart was beating out of your chest, anger rising the more she spoke.

"The prince is better than what some people think. He would never be so low to be in relations with a mere maid or commoner. He's too good for them."

Her words cut through your cool demeanor, a slight wince showing on your face as you kept your head down. You never wanted to admit it, but she was right. Jaehyun was way too good for you. The both of you were too different, which made it all the more difficult for him to leave you. Since the night of the ball, you couldn't stop thinking about what could become of you if you really were going to have a child. In a different universe, they would just force you to marry him. But here, you would be thrown out of the castle before he even knew about his illegitimate children. Suddenly, the call of your name snapped you out of your own head.

"Y/N, dear, will you take these to the kitchen? I feel our friends here are finished drinking," Rose said with her perfect, pretty, fake smile.

"Of course, you grace." Quickly, you grabbed everything, placing it on the tray on the table. Carefully you lifted the tray, making your way out the large bright room.

All you wanted on this trip to the Castle's kitchen was to make it there quickly and undisturbed. However, your secret lover had other plans. As if he planned it, Jaehyun, his butler, and one of their staff turned the corner, walking the opposite direction of you.

Once he caught a glimpse of you, his stone cold face warmed up a bit, a smirk tugging on his lips. You looked elsewhere trying to avoid eye contact. You said you needed space from him, so why does he have to be everywhere? And why do you want to go wherever he's going?

You walked a bit faster, trying to get past him and his staff when you tripped over your own feet. The cups on the tray rattled, porcelain threatening to tip over as you attempted to catch yourself and the metal tray.

"Bailey, please help her," Jaehyun said, motioning his arm to you. His butler did as he said, rushing to your aid. Bailey took the tray from your hands carefully, temporarily relieving you of the stress of carrying it.

"Hello," Jaehyun said to you, hands clasped behind his back.

"Your grace." You curtseyed, glancing up at him to see an amused look on his face.

"I sensed there was a lady who needed help so, here I am," he joked, but you remained serious. You knew why he came. It was simply to see you, to irk you, to speak to you. You already knew he wasn't going to take your words seriously but you didn't think he would disregard them in a couple of days.

The both of you stood silently, you were more awkward than him, until he spoke. "I need you to help me with something," he said, tilting his head to the side a bit.

"Yes, my grace, of course, but i-"

"Don't worry about Rose, I already sent someone else to help." Just at that moment, another maid walked past quickly going into the room with all the ladies.

You looked at him, eyes narrowing as he gave you that smug look you could never stand. If I call for you, you must oblige. You could curse him for those words, but unfortunately you weren't in private. "I understand your grace but-"

"I'm sorry," he chuckled dryly. Jaehyun took a small step closer to you followed by his guard, looking down at you with glossy eyes. He loves this "game" he thinks he's playing with you. The push and pull, tug of war. "Are you telling your prince no?"

"Your grace-"

"You know you shouldn't disobey your prince." Jaehyun spoke in a low, soft way, his tone gentle as he watched you. You were really trying to hold your own in this silent battle between you and him, but the way his tongue slips out against his lips, wetting them slightly is making your mind reel. He was so close, too close. You could hear his breathing and the way he looked at you made you feel like he was going to pounce on you. Unfortunately, you wanted him too.

Your heart was starting to Beat out of your chest, hands becoming clammy as you looked up at him. You gulped, pinching your lips together.

"So," he said, eyes darting to your lips. "You will come with me and help, yes?"

"Yes my grace."

"Good. At 6, Bailey will come get you, understood?"

"Yes my grace."

"Good. See you then."

Jaehyun crashed his lips onto yours, hands traveling all over your body, nothing but your slip keeping your skin from contact. His big hands groped every inch of you, arms wrapping around your body encasing you in his strength.

"Jaehyun, please slow down," you whine softly, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he kissed down your neck.

"I-I'm sorry I just really missed you," he said into your neck. Light of the sunset through the windows lit your face perfectly. "Get on the bed."

"You have to let go of me first."

Jaehyun gave you a small laugh, unwrapping his arms from around you. He watched you back away from him slowly, eyes never leaving your body as you laid on the bed. There you were, laying there just for him. Just like he wanted.

Jaehyun climbed on top of you, a small gasp leaving your lips when you felt the weight of his body on the bed. Jaehyun kissed you again, this time like his life depended on it. Your lips moved in harmony, the both of you in absolute bliss. When you kissed each other it felt like nothing else mattered, no one else mattered. Jaehyun wanted this forever, but you knew it could only be temporary.

Jaehyun kissed down your neck and along your collarbone softly, making your body rise in temperature. "You know," he said against your skin softly," you are doing a terrible job at keeping your distance from me."

"I had no choice," you sighed, fingers playing in his hair. "You sent your butler for me."

"Because I knew if I came, you would've refused." Jaehyun crawled down your body, watching you as you watched him. He took his right hand, grabbing the fabric that laid on your skin and pushing it up. The man chuckled, watching you shudder when the cool air hit your skin. His eyes darkened watching you try and close your legs, he opened them gripping your ankles firmly.

"Don't hide from me," he said softly. Jaehyun leaned down, face getting closer and closer between your legs. This was new, something you've never done before and you didn't know how to process it.

"W-what are you doing," you questioned, eyes wild with panic.

"I want to taste you." The breath from his lips was hitting your inner thigh. He watched you give him that look of complete bliss as he kissed the skin softly. "Will you allow me to?"

"Y-yes."

Jaehyun smiled against your skin, still looking into your eyes as he kissed your thighs again. Your breath hitch in your throat when you feel his soft lips on your swollen bud. He kisses it again, licking it softly as he watches your body twitch at the unfamiliar sensation. He wanted this for a long time, hands gripping the underside of your thighs holding your legs apart. Your soft sighs were like music to his ears, tongue still licking at you slowly as he allowed you to get more comfortable with the feeling.

"God," you sighed, hands reaching for his hair.

"Do you like it?" Jaehyun smiles to himself when you nod, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking the bud of nerves softly. He feels your legs shake when the sensation shoots up your body.

Your fingers find themselves in his dark brown locks, eyes fluttering shut as he continues at a slow pace. Jaehyun gives you a slight pinch, making your body jump. You looked between your legs, his eyes dark with lust.

"Look at me," he said, voice deep. " Keep your eyes on me. I want you to think of this every time you see me."

Your body trembles, whines and whimpers, escaping your lips when Jaehyun goes all in on you. His tongue and lips move skillfully between your legs, the pleasure multiplying by a hundred. Jaehyun licked up your arousal, instantly becoming drunk off the taste of you. He needed this, he wanted this, to feel and be closer to you than ever before. To taste you, feel you, be lost in you.

Your brows furrowed, gulping at the way he flicked his tongue on your clit. His hands were still on your thighs, holding them so tight his fingertips were imprinted by now.

"J-Jaehyun, you feel so good," you whined softly. You pulled his hair making him look at you darkly. The way his tongue moved left you speechless, especially when the muscle made its way inside you, making your jaw drop slightly. "Oh God.."

He smirked to himself, tongue fucking you as he watched you lose yourself on the bed. If he could do this every day forever he would. Jaehyun's brows scrunched, feeling your hips move against his tongue. He watched your desperation rake all over your body, right hand no longer in his hair but on your nipples, pulling and twisting it. You tried hard to watch him, but you had no choice but to let your head fall back onto the bed taking in everything he was giving you.

Any other day, he would've stopped and made you look at him, but seeing you in absolute bliss, completely unable to control yourself was imprinted in his brain. "So pretty," he said, slurping your juices.

You felt Jaehyun take one hand off your leg, your head jolting up wondering if he was finished already. "D-don't stop yet," you whimpered softly.

"Don't worry my love," he cooed. Jaehyun took two fingers to your entrance, rubbing it slowly. You were so wet, fingertips glistening in the ray of sunshine that peeked through the stain glass. "You love me this much?"

You covered your face in embarrassment, knees coming together as your face heated up, but all he did was pull them apart. Jaehyun gently pulled your arms from your face, staring at you with a smile. "Don't hide from me," he whispered gently. Jaehyun took his hand back between your legs, circling his fingertips against your soaking entrance, sinking them inside of you. His face twisted in pleasure with your in unison, watching your eyes flutter shut once he gave you the stretch you needed. He pumped his fingers in you slowly, taking in your small whines.

Jaehyun watched as you reached for his other hand, holding your leg, taking it and pulling it towards your body, placing his rough palms on your breast.

"Touch me, please."

You have no idea the power you have over him. He's like putty in your hands at the moment, but you're so oblivious in how much he actually loves you, how much he wants to make you feel good. Jaehyun loves it when you whimper, when your voice cracks from the overwhelming amount of pleasure like just now.

He kept fingering you, squeezing and pinching your chest adding more pleasure. He couldn't get enough of the way you arched into his hand, grinded your body into his fingers. "That's it," he mumbled softly. "Keep going."

You were so wet, your arousal all over your inner thighs and his hands. Even the bed was wet, but neither you or Jaehyun had the chance to notice. Not when he was starting to speed up his fingers. You gulped, brows furrowing as you moaned softly.

"Jaehyun.."

Your eyes were now opened, vision flickering between his face and his hands. You loved that look he gave you. The gentle, but dominant expression on his face. As if his only purpose was to make you feel good. You would never tell him but you craved it. You craved his attention no matter how much you pushed him away. You craved that look in his eye when you felt like the only girl in the world.

"Doesn't it feel good," he mumbled, a small smile grazing his lips. He licked his lips, watching your body shiver under his touch, your cunt squeezing around his fingers. Jaehyun means down, nipple rolling between his fingers as he kisses you on your neck tenderly.

You nodded, hand cradling the back of his head as he kissed your skin. Jaehyun lifted his head, eyes darting straight to your lips. You missed each other softly as you moaned softly into his mouth. Kisses soon turned into lips touching, pants and whimpers filling the air as he worked his hand inside of you. The curl of his fingers left you gasping for air, back arching onto his chest.

"Jaehyun, please. I'm so close," you said, voice cracking into a whisper. Just at that moment, he pulled his fingers out of you, the high you desperately wanted to reach snatched away from you. "N-no," you whined.

"Don't worry, Y/N.."

You watched him, mouth gone dry, as he undressed himself. First, his shirt, then his shoes, then everything else. You laid watching him become bare in front of you. This is the most skin you've ever seen from him and surprisingly, you weren't that off put. You always knew he had a perfect body. He was fit, muscular everywhere. Arms, legs , chest, your eyes naturally stopped in his middle, making him grin.

"I love seeing you like this," he said, eyes glazing over your body as he climbed on top of you. Jaehyun spread your legs wider, chuckling softly when you jumped underneath him. He lines himself with you, rubbing his tip against your folds slowly as he watches you with lidded eyes."Do you want this as much as I do?"

Before you could even get out an answer, he pushed himself in you slowly, the feeling of you around him making him hiss. You let out a strangled whimper, head falling back onto the mattress. "Yes," you nodded. "I want this so much."

Jaehyun thrusted in you long and slow, not wanting to end this too quickly. He wanted to be wrapped up like this with you forever, skin on skin, listening to your heart beat, taking in every single breath. He was completely wrapped up in your body, scent, sound that he didn't hear knocking on the door. Not until you spoke.

"J-Jaehyun, someone's knocking," you said panicked but all he did was look down at you with a smile, continuing his pace.

"Don't worry about it," he said softly.

"Your majesty, there's someone here to see you," Bailey said from outside the door.

"Tell them I'm busy and I'll be out in a minute," he yelled back, hands still on your body. Turning his attention back to you, he notices the dress in your brows, giving away your worries.

"Stop worrying," he whispered, kissing you. "Just be quiet for me."

Jaehyun started thrusting in your faster, the crease in your brows depending as he went deep into you. You were a mess. You bit your lip hard, trying to keep yourself from making any unbecoming sounds after he told you to quiet, but Jaehyun had no idea how good you felt at the moment. Sweat collecting on your face, body as hot as a stove as he continued to drive himself into you.

Reaching up, you pulled him down to your body kissing him hard, his mouth collecting your moans to muffle them. His hips moved melodically, making you pull away from his lip and whimpers against his mouth. You opened your eyes to see him staring right at you, his pretty face glistening with sweat. Jaehyun rested his forehead against yours, eyes never leaving you as his thrust became more erratic.

"I love you so much," he groaned softly. He took one of your hands from his neck, placing it between the both of you. "Touch yourself, let yourself go for me darling."

"Jaehyun, oh God." His name fell from your mouth like water as you rubbed your clit along with his thrust. You pulsed around him, squeezing around his cock over and over and over again. And for some reason, despite your protest from the last time, you didn't want him to pull out.

You wanted him, all of him. You know how wrong it is, to have the children of a married man. The prince's bastard children. But in the moment it felt so good, so right. But you can't have that, not now, not ever.

You came hard around him, your choked moans erupting from your throat louder than you hoped. Jaehyun didn't seem to care, still thrusting into your sensitive hole. You were weak, unable to keep yourself quiet any longer. Your whines and whimpers filled the space, body still tangled in his.

"Tell me you love me," he said in your ear.

Your brain was so foggy, pleasure filling every thought in your mind. "I love you," you moaned breathlessly.

Jaehyun's orgasm crashed into him, the man pulling out of you just in time making sure to make the same mistake he did a week ago. He held onto you tight, grip so tight on your waist it stung. He tried to hold himself up, but he was so weak at the moment he crashed right on top of you. But you didn't mind. You basked in his warmth, your breaths matching his as the both of you came down from your highs.

A couple of beats of silence passed by before anyone spoke. "I love you Y/N," he said against your skin.

Lots of time has passed and you haven't heard from or spoken to Jaehyun. You've seen him in the halls of course, walking past or taking a peek out of the window. He looked good like always. Regal, handsome, yours. He wasn't yours though, he was Rose's. He was her's and despite telling yourself that it was never going to be you, you hated it.

You tried not to hate it, but it became increasingly difficult seeing them together, playing house when you knew they disliked each other so much. Working so closely with Rose and over hearing her chats with the ton didn't make it easier. She didn't care how badly she talked about anything in front of these women. Calling other maids names, being rude to you, sometimes lying to make her life as queen look better than it actually was.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn't rest on this night. You and the rest of the staff were running around the palace for the current ball taking place on the palace grounds. You wanted to focus so badly on your task but every time you see Jaehyun, you want to run to him. Good thing he gave you a note saying to meet him at 12. It was now 11:55, so you were on your way sneaking away from the party of nobles and royals.

You made haste quickly. No one would notice you were gone, guests were half way drunk, other maids had their hands full, guards watching the perimeter like hawks. You didn't see Jaehyun, assuming he was at the meeting spot. Rose was strangely away, but you thought nothing of it. Slipping past the crowd of people was like second nature. You walked into the palace and went straight up the stairs. Your footsteps were quiet as there was supposed to be no one there at the moment.

Your senses were heightened, not wanting to get caught in the empty hallway. But you noticed something strange. Rose's bedroom door was open. No one should've been there at the moment. You know who shouldn't check, every second away from Jaehyun means less and less time with him, despite wanting space. But you walked in against your better judgment.

And there she was. Rose stood on her balcony silently gazing out at the ocean right across from her. Her hair blew in the wind, adding much to her beard in the scene already. She looked… sad, content. Like she was lost in thoughts. It was unlike her, but you couldn't help. All you had to do was slip back out and get to Jaehyun as soon as-

"Don't leave so quickly," she said, making you jump. "I promise you'll have your time with him."

She spoke quietly and softly as if she didn't want anyone else to hear. You had no idea what she was going to do or say, but stayed put nonetheless. You felt the cool air from the ocean on your skin, making you shiver as Rose turned to face you. The only other source of light was the candle near the doorway lighting you up.

"I don't hate you," she said, hands folded to her front. "I'm sorry for the way I've been acting."

A few beats of silence passed before you spoke. "You have nothing to apologize for my grace."

You and her knew that was a lie. She'd been terrible to you since she found out about your relationship with the prince. You never expected her to apologize. Royals never apologize, feeling like they can say or do whatever because of their status.

"There's a lot of people relying on me. I'm sure you understand," she said softly. "My home country… everyday we are on the verge of war and I…"

"I, too, had someone."

Your breath hitched at her sudden confession, staring at the mix of longing and sadness in her eyes. Rose sighed, looking down at the ground as she swallowed hard. You never would've guessed she had any part of her life that wasn't shrouded by her responsibilities as a princess.

"What happened," you asked quietly.

"We were together, but…we knew it would never last." Rose released a shaky sigh, closing her eyes to try and stop herself from tearing up. "Everyday, I miss him."

"Did you love him?"

Rose opened her eyes, mouth parting slightly to answer, but all she did was keep quiet and nod. Her hands were still crossed, but she was squeezing them tightly trying not to get too emotional the moment.

"We were inseparable in that castle, just like you and Jaehyun. The both of you remind me of us so much, it makes me sad. My parents forbade me to marry a commoner and sent me here. I knew absolutely no one or anything about this place. Everyday I just want to be with him. When I see you and Jaehyun, I feel…. I don't know how I feel."

"I-I'm sorry," you say, making her scoff.

"Please do not pity me. I knew what my life would be as soon as I was out of the womb," she mumbled pointedly. "I just wish that he could be here, that's all. Even if I couldn't stay with him in the way that I wanted, I just wish he was near me."

"What's his name," you asked.

"John," she answered shortly. "He's a knight. Tall, strong, courageous."

You watched her soften when talking about him. If Jaehyun could tell people about the both of you, is this how he would be? You wondered if he would look as in love as Rose did at the moment. "Well, I'm sure John misses you also."

"I want him to miss me as much as I miss him, but the last time we saw each other…" Rose stopped talking, a frown on her lips as she recounted the memories of their last meeting. "I don't even know if he's a knight anymore."

"My grace, I'm sure whatever happened was not-"

"My parents - the king and queen - caught us Y/N," she said, a slight shadow of guilt slashing across her face.

You knew how serious this was, especially for a princess. Sleeping with a knight? If word got out, it would be the end of her. women were supposed to be angels, pure. For you, it didn't matter much, you were just a maid after all. But Rose knew what that could mean for her.

"I was too stupid to say no to his advances because I loved him so much and without thinking we… did something we weren't supposed to. It reminds me of you and Jaehyun."

You tilted your head not understanding her words. "I don't understand, my grace."

"Do you think people don't see the way you look at each other? The way his gaze lingers on you or how the two of you run off for minutes or hours at a time? I know you might think it's not that serious but once you're in deep, you can hardly tell when you should dig yourself out." Rose let out a frustrated sigh, groaning as her perfect princess stature melted away for a second. She rested her face in her hands, giving you a deep sigh. "What I'm trying to say is I barely know the both of you and I don't want you or him to end up like John and I. He watched me leave him for good because of a mistake we made together. Yes, I am jealous of you both but I am only a person."

"Princess, I understand. I-"

"No," she said sternly, taking a step towards you. "I know you think that because I told you this, you think you understand me but you don't. I am here in a place where I do not belong. I did not ask to be here. I am in a country that I know nothing about. I do not know the food, the customs, the people, let alone their royal family. I am here to prevent my home from being destroyed in a war. With you and Jaehyun running around, unable to bear a child, I cannot make sure that my country is safe. I cannot make sure that John is safe."

All her words hit you like a storm. You always understood that this marriage was hard for her, going from one place to another, but you never imagined that it would take this much of a toll on her. Rose always puts up a strong front, never allowing people to know or hear her weaknesses. Her reputation for being ice cold didn't just come from nowhere, but now you've seen a new side of her. You didn't know if it was caring or just pure panic. She was genuinely distraught about the possibility of not being able to have a child with the prince. And for the first time in a while, you felt for her. You pitied her.

"Princess," you called out, breaking the silence. "I fear the prince and I may have-"

"Enough." You turned around, startled, when seeing Jaehyun walking to the room. He grabbed your wrist, face lit with irritation. "I heard every word. Y/N, I need to speak to you now. Rose, I will speak to you later."

"Jaehyun–"

You didn't get much of a say in the matter as you dragged out of the room, the door slamming behind him. He pulled you down the hall in silence. His grip on your wrist tightened the faster he walked, both of your footsteps filling the silence. Jaehyun pulled you into the castle's library, which was very empty at the moment. The dust sparkled in the air, shining in the moonlight hiding behind the stained glass. It was dark, the only thing keeping you from bumping into a shelf was the tiny bit of light shining in the middle.

Jaehyun pulled you into an assortment of unorganized piles of books, moving through them like a maze as you tried your hardest to not trip over your own feet. He still hadn't said a word to you but you could tell he was furious. Jaehyun took you and pinned you against the shelf.

"What did I tell you?"

His voice was strangely calm, making you furrow your brows. You stared at him, analyzing his face. "Jaehyun, what are you talking about?"

"If I call for you, you must oblige," he said echoing his words from a while ago.

"Jaehyun, we were talking-"

"I don't care what you were doing. I don't want her putting strange thoughts in your head."

You scoffed, pushing his body away from yours. "She's not putting thoughts in my head. You seem to forget that I am my own person with my own thoughts."

"Y/N, I know you are your own person, but I worry that-"

"You worry what, hm? That I'll tell you we need time apart? That I'll end this for good and break your heart," you interrupt. You watch Jaehyun's exasperated expression fall flat.

"Well is that what you want? Do you want to end this and break my heart?"

"Goodness, Jaehyun, no I do not want to end this," you whined frustrated. "But we have not been careful. I tried to put up some kind of a wall between us but I love you too much."

"We have been careful Y/N. No one but my mother and Rose knows," he said, grabbing your hands, but you took them away from him.

"And do you think what happened in your office was us being careful? It was the day after your wedding and I could be pregnant right now," you said with a frown. "I will be thrown out of this castle and never see you again. Is that what you want?"

"I won't let that happen," he declared. Jaehyun sounded confident but he clearly lacked the resolve. It would happen whether he wanted it to or not. There wasn't much he could do but cherish his time with you and that's exactly what he was going to do.

"You know you can't do that. You know you have no control over that. This is a mess, all of this is-"

Jaehyun grabbed your face, kissed you hard, shutting you up. You stumbled, back hitting the bookshelf as he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. You began to melt into his touch, letting your eyes shut as you kissed him back softly. Jaehyun pulled away slowly, watching you open your eyes to look at him.

"I don't want to fight anymore," he mumbled. "I'm sorry for everything. I just don't want to fight with you. I love you."

"I understand. Don't blame yourself." You looked at him with a slight pout, hurt filling your heart seeing him so distraught.

"It's my fault. All of this is my fault. If these really are my last moments with you, can we spend them doing something else instead." Jaehyun couldn't control himself, eyes flickering to your lips to your neck.

Jaehyun was clearly not in the right frame of mind and neither were you, so you obliged despite the little voice in your head telling you no. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him to you, kissing him deeply. Jaehyun followed your rhythm, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips molded with your naturally, sighing softly finally feeling the weight being lifted off his chest.

You slowly took your arms from around his neck, lips never parting as you began to remove his jacket. Jaehyun took his arms from around you and took the fabric off. You made your way to his waist, unbuttoning the tiny objects. Jaehyun smiled against your lips knowing you always struggled with his buttons.

"Allow me," he mumbled, removing your hands. Jaehyun unbuttoned his clothes with ease, lips still on yours the whole way through. You reached behind you removing your apron, letting it drop on the ground. Jaehyun pulled away from you, spinning your body around without saying a word. His fingers worked on the buttons, eyes boring into the back of your neck. The tension and the sound of fabric moving was enough to fill the silence. Once he finished, he pulled the dress off your shoulders gently, taking in the way his fingertips gilded against your skin.

Your breath hitched as you turned your head to face him. He stared at you with heavy lidded eyes, pupils dilated with lust. He kissed you, hands still on your dress. He pulled the sleeves off your arms, pushing it directly to the floor. Pulling away from him, you stepped out of the puddle of clothes. You turned to him, pulling his body to yours. Jaehyun placed his hands on your waist, squeezing it softly as he kissed your neck. You reached up sighing blissfully at the feeling of his lips on your skin and pulled the shirt off him, leaving his upper half completely bare.

Jaehyun shuddered under your touch, pulling away and watching you as you ran your hands down his chest. Your chest moved rapidly, heart racing being in this compromising position.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You didn't say anything, just simply stood there with begging eyes.

"What do you want me to do," he said, eyes darting all over your clothed body.

"Anything. Do anything to me."

Without being told twice, Jaehyun dropped to his knees in front of you. There was something so unnatural about seeing him on his knees. Jaehyun would never be on his knees for anyone or anything, his pride would never allow it. He's never begged or cried for anything in his life being a man of great power and influence. But you're different. He'd gladly beg and cry for you. He'd kiss your feet if you asked.

You watch him sink to his knees, gulping deeply as he looks up at you with an intense stare. The library is still fairly dark, but you can see him clearly. Something about him being on his knees for you made your mind race, making you grow hotter and hotter.

"I want to taste you Y/N," he said quietly. "Can I?"

You nodded, hands clinging to the only other clothing on your body. You pulled the undergarment up, exposing your body to the man below you. Jaehyun took your hips in his hands, fingertips tickling you as he ran them up and down your skin. Jaehyun pressed small intimate kisses on your thighs watching you through his long lashes. You were breathing heavily, so turned on by the feel of his lips on your legs.

Jaehyun continued to stare up at you as he nudged himself between your legs, licking your pussy softly. Your body jerked, the feeling sending a familiar sensation through your body. He licked again, digging his tongue into you slightly. Jaehyun smirked to himself when you spread your legs wider. He took his hand from your hips to your waist, caressing every inch of you while licking you over and over again.

Jaehyun's tongue moved skillfully, relishing in the sounds you let out above him. You tasted so good to him, he was definitely addicted and he knew it. He needed this all the time, to be under you, pleasuring you and making you feel good. He ate you out passionately, licking and sucking on every bit of you.

"W-wait, do that again," you moaned quietly.

"This?" Jaehyun wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it. His brows furrowed feeling your legs trembling. The sight of you alone would make him cum, but he wouldn't mind that at all.

"God, yes," you whimpered. You pulled your slip up further, hands tightening on the fabric as you watched him with glassy eyes.

"You like it this much?" Without letting you answer, he sucked your clit hard. Jaehyun's cock jumped in his pants hearing your loud whine echo in the dark room. He took a hand off your waist, fingers trailing down your stomach right above your pussy. Jaehyun removed his mouth from your clit only to lift the hood with his thumb, staring at the swollen bud with a smug smile.

"I love this pretty clit," he muttered under his breath. Jaehyun took his other hand off your waist as he flicked his tongue on your clit, fingers creeping up your legs. It was all too much, every word, movement, breath. You were overstimulated like hell, but you enjoyed it.

You felt Jaehyun begin to rub your inner thigh gently, biting your lip softly. Jaehyun slowly pushed two fingers into your soaking core, making you gasp softly at the sudden feeling. Unconsciously, you began to move your hips in his mouth and fingers. Jaehyun furrowed his brows, fingers pumping in you trying to keep up your pace. He stopped flicking your clit, placing a soft kiss on the sensitive spot"And to think you thought you could stay away from me," he said, kissing your thighs. "Do you think you still can?"

"N-no," you stuttered, hips still grinding at a steady pace. Sweat glistened on your forehead, heavy breathing and soft whimpers flooding Jaehyun's ears and all he can think about is how wet, warm, and tight you are around his fingers.

Jaehyun swallows hard, his erection becoming painfully tight underneath his pants. But he can't get up just yet. You look beautiful from this view and he wishes he could be here all the time. He begins to like and suck your clit again, making you whine loudly.

"Cum for me. Cum on my tongue and fingers."

He kept sucking your clit, pumping his fingers in you faster than your pace. The squelching noises of your dripping cunt rang through his ears.

"I'm so close," you whined. You let go of your dress with one hand, reaching down to grab his hair. You pulled him closer to your body, leaning back onto the shelf. The smell of books and sex intoxicated your nose, senses at an all time high as you began to feel yourself come closer and closer.

Jaehyun felt you squeeze around his fingers, eyes stuck on your face as you came above him. Your breathy whimpers and furrowed brows turning him on even more. You let go of his hair, body shaking from the intense orgasm. Jaehyun stood up, fingers still inside you. He kissed you hard, the taste of yourself on his lips tongue exciting you. Jaemin pulls his fingers out of you, pulling away from your lips as he stuck them in his own mouth, sucking you cum and arousal off the digits.

"Jaehyun, don't do things like that," you say, heat creeping across your skin as you watch him.

Jaehyun chuckles to himself, your words moving through him like air. In a split second you, he forcefully turns you around so that you're pressed against the case. Your face smudged on the backs and fronts of books and his hands pulled up your dress, all in a silent swift motion.

"You need me," he said quietly but sternly in your ear.

You remained silent, unable to concentrate on giving an answer unbuttoning his pants. Jaehyun pulled his hard cock out, already leaking precum. Jaehyun grabs your hips, pulling them closer to him. Taking his cock in his hand, he lines himself with your entrance.

"You love me," he whispered, sinking himself into your body with ease. Your heart beats fast as your head falls back onto his shoulder, ass arching against him in the best way possible. Jaehyun's chest was pressed against your back, forcing you to feel his sporadic breathing as you squeezed around him.

"Don't ever try and run away from me," he says in a deep, low tone. Jaehyun thrust in you slowly and steadily, savoring every single second. "You said we needed a break, but here we are" – he kisses the back of your ear, his breathy moans making your heart flutter – "once again pressed against each other."

Jaehyun's words should've alarmed you. You should've wanted this to stop as soon as he opened his mouth, but every word he said was true. You can't stay away from him. You're not as strong as you thought you were and probably never will be. You shivered feeling his fingers pull down the thick strap of your slip, his lips kissing your shoulder softly.

"You like this don't you? The sneaking around, the sweet things I tell you, the sacrifices I'm willing to make." Jaehyun dings his fingers into your sides, pulling you closer to him as he thrust deeper and deeper into you. Your shaky breaths turn into moans, brows scrunched as you pressed your face against the shelf. "Say it. Say you like it."

"I-I like it," you moan breathlessly.

He begins to thrust in you faster, the rhythm in his hips making you close your eyes. "I love you so much," he says, lips brushing on the lip of your ear. The warmth from his body wrapped around you, allowing you to melt into his body. Your hands held onto the structure in front of you, fingers gripping onto whatever was left of the book covered shelves.

"Jaehyun, oh my God," you whimpered softly. Jaehyun thrusted into you harder, the movement making the old wooden case creak, the sound echoing in the room.

"You're stuck with me, my love. How does that make you feel," he groaned softly. Jaehyun wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing you even closer.

"So good.."

Jaehyun moved his hand towards the middle of your legs, fingers rubbing your clit at a steady pace. He moved this other hand off your waist, placing it on top of yours that was clinging to the shelf. Clasping your hands together, his head drops in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking the skin gently. Your hips moved with him, whines and groans filling the space.

"Jaehyun..shit.."

A dark chuckle rang in your ear, instantly turning you on even more. That was the first time you've ever sworn in front of him. You always kept up good manners whenever you were around him that he never even knew you swore in the first place. He took his hand off yours, turning your chin to face him. Jaehyun kissed you, hard and sloppy which was so out of the norm for him. He never did anything sloppy, not even the way he went down on you was sloppy.

"I'm about to cum," you whimpered on his lips.

"Hold on for me. I want us to cum together." His voice was deliciously raspy and deep as he pounded into you. You loved moments like this. The moments where your both were so wrapped in each other you forgot the kind of situation you were in. The moment where no one and anything else mattered.

He kept thrusting, his low grunts sending a wave of emotions through your body. That's when you felt your thoughts shift in the most surprising way possible. You wanted all of him. You needed all of him. "Cum in me. I..I need it."

Jaehyun didn't question you or have any doubts. All he did was kiss behind your ear, his soft raspy moans wrapping around you. You felt the muscles in your stomach get tight, your whine and whimpers getting higher in pitch.

"That's it Y/N, keep going just like that." Jaehyun held your waist tight, gripping you tight as you bounced on him meeting his movements. You reach back, hand on the back of his neck as you pull him to your mouth kissing him hard. And that's when the both of you feel it, both becoming undone in the intense wave of your orgasms. Loud moans and heavy breathing filled the empty space, the echo bouncing off the walls.

Tired and worn out, both of you stood there. In the silence of each other's heavy breathing, choosing not to speak about the fact that he came inside you once again. You just wanted to feel like it was real for a second, because if you really were pregnant, it would just mean that illusion would be broken. And now the possibility of it happening now or later was too near, but that wasn't on your mind. All that was on your mind was Jaehyun, how he looked, how he walked, how he talked. The both of you stayed this way for a little while longer, taking in each other, pretending that everything was okay and perfect.

But what neither of you knew was that things were about to get more complicated than either of you could've imagined.

Sick.

You feel sick.

It's not like you've never felt sick before, but you had no reason to to feel sick. You haven't drank, since you're not allowed to, all of the food was fine, you didn't have a fever, you didn't have any other sickness. But somehow you felt nauseous, your stomach turning and breath getting heavy. You had already used yourself from the rest of the kitchen And was now in a bathroom, kneeling in front of a toilet.

"This cannot be happening," you mumbled to yourself, clutching your abdomen. You felt your throat turn hot as you began to heave into the toilet. You committed hard, your entire body shaking as you gripped the bowl. The smell was putrid making your frown as you pushed yourself back into your feet.

Without thinking, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You looked like you always did, but something felt different. All the events that have taken place within the recent weeks plague your mind making your frown deeper. You were disappointed in yourself. Disappointed in how easy you let yourself be taken by him. Disappointed in how much you liked it. You felt remorseful for your future self because you had a feeling something wasn't right.

You shake the thoughts from your head and wash your mouth out diligently before stepping out of the bathroom. You opened the door walking out quickly only to slam into another hard surface. Completely disoriented, you stumble back not understanding what you could've walked into.

“Apologies, my lady. I did not see you coming.”

The voice made you freeze, your eyes widened as you looked back at him. You were silent, not realizing how truly startled you looked to him. It was almost as if he knew what you were thinking, what was happening. What was going to happen. The longer you stared, the more shaken you became. You really could be pregnant with the child of the man you're in love with, but why didn't you feel happy about it?

“I'm sorry, is everything alright,” Jaehyun questioned, giving you a look of concern. He reached out to place a hand on your shoulder but you moved away before he could touch you.

“I'm fine. Thank you, your grace.”

Jaehyun watched you in confusion when you gave him a slight bow, walking past him in a hurry. But he's a resilient man. He won't let you get away that easily. Jaehyun follows you, catching up to you when you grab the handle to the kitchen door. Jaehyun's rough hands wrap around your wrist, making you both freeze.

“Talk to me,” he says, brows knitted.

“What are you doing? We are in a hallway,” you whispered in annoyance.

“I'm not going to allow you to avoid me again. Tell me what's going on.” His tone was hard and stern, but his eyes were soft. His grip loosened as he stood there watching your expression soften into worry.

“I can not tell you until I'm sure,” you said looking at your feet. You looked at him, a small frown on the corner of his mouth.

“Do you not trust me?”

You sigh, pulling your wrist from his hand. “It is not you I don't trust, it is myself. Please let me figure all this out. I will tell you.”

Jaehyun gave you an unsure look, his eyes narrowing at your words.

“I promise,” you said, placing your hands on your heart. Just then, you heard footsteps, and immediately withdrew your sentimental look, straightening up in front of the prince. You folded your hands in front of yourself, looking at him emotionless. Just as you bow and come up, Rose walks down the hall, looking directly at you.

She walks up to the both of you, standing in the distance you created. “Great. I've been looking for you,” she said looking at Jaehyun, barely paying you any mind. “I figured you'd be nearby.”

“Has something happened,” he asked, raising a brow. He shot you a small glance, needing to look at you for some comfort.

“Yes it is about our standing with the public..” she took his arm, dragging him away from you with haste, but it relieved you. You wanted to be alone at the moment, not around anyone who knew what was going on, or around any drama. You were stressed and it wasn't going to get better with their problems being shoved in your face.

But now you were alone, not one else to distract you or purge the impending doom that plagued your mind. And that made you ever more sick.

White.

Clear.

Clean.

Those were all things you did not want to see, all signs of the thing you feared the most. You had no time to sit and cry and grovel, you had to act accordingly.

Breathe. Breathe.

But you can't breathe. You feel like the walls are closing in. The pretty sunlight shining through your small window is completely contrasting the metaphorical dark cloud hanging over your head. Everyone that knows you thinks you're calm and collected and can handle anything with ease. But this might be the one time you lose your mind.

You didn't even realize that tears were streaming down your face till you moved to wipe them, completely unaware of how long you've been standing there. There was no way you could have a child, let alone with the prince. The reality of never seeing or speaking to him again was definite and there was nothing you could do about it. But you had to suck it up and tell him anyway.

Wiping your face clear of tears, you leave your room, dusting the nonexistent dust from your dress. These next couple of days would likely be the last time you would ever wear it. You never really liked the outfit but grew used to it after a while.

Soon, you made it to the main hallway, walking through like normal. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, you feel yourself becoming nauseous the closer you get to Jaehyun's office. You can't tell if you're experiencing pregnancy symptoms or if you just aren't ready to tell him.

But you couldn't wait now. You were already in front of his office door by the time the thoughts in your brain were done racing. Your hand trembled as you raised it, hesitating to knock on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You heard shuffling behind the door, gulping at what was to come later. The door flung open, only for you to be faced with a very irritated Rose, Jaehyun sitting on the couch in the background. Your breath hitched, eyes going back and forth between the two of them. What were they doing? What were they talking about? Why should it matter, she was his wife and you weren't.

“You have impeccable timing, don't you,” Rose spoke, breaking the silence between the two of you. You glanced at Jaehyun who was looking at you past Rose. Your heart pumped watching a smile spread on his lips. It hurts.

Rose moved further into the room, her extravagant dress taking up so much space. You walked in, shutting the door behind you. Every nerve in your body prickled with suspense, every second rose spent glaring at you made you want to run away and hide. You weren't scared of her, but you were scared of her reaction.

“Why are you here,” she said, crossing her arms across her chest.

You needed to answer honestly. “I came to see Jaehyun.”

“His grace,'' Rose corrected, a scowl on her face. “in my presence, you will address him properly.”

“Rose, it's okay,” Jaehyun said, rising to his feet.

“No it's not. I don't care for whatever you two have. Around me, keep it at bay,” she argued, rolling her eyes.

You glanced at Jaehyun who was staring at your lips. It was obvious he wanted to kiss you, and you wanted to kiss him too. Jaehyun finally felt like the two of you were beginning to patch whatever issue you had, but he hadn't been alone with you since the day in the hall. As understanding of the situation that he is, he wishes you could just talk to him and not run and hide.

“I-I need to speak to him. Privately.”

Rose glared at you and then at Jaehyun, eyes shifting around the room. Your hands were sweating and trembling. This is not how you wanted this to go. You just wanted to tell Jaehyun and he tell Rose. Goodness, you felt like you were going to vomit again, the nerves now making you feel nauseous and weak.

“I'm not going to leave,”Rose declared.

Jaehyun groaned, pushing his hair back annoyed. “Rose, give us a moment-”

“No I will not. My husband and the woman he's sleeping with are constantly sneaking around and I won't stand for it anymore,” she said, voice becoming louder.

“I understand you dont like this but please, just respect what I have with her,” he said, getting loud with her.

“Don't you dare raise your voice at me,” she said. Rose then directed her attention to you, turning to you with an angry expression. “I'm done with you and him hiding things from me. Whatever you need to tell him, I'm sure you can say it in front of me.”

“Why do you insist on making things difficult,” Jaehyun said through gritted teeth. “You have told me many times you don't want to hear or see us together and now you're demanding we include you in private conversations.”

“Jaehyun, I don't need-”

“You keep quiet.” Rose took a step towards you, making Jaehyun's ears red from anger. “I don't want to hear a word from you. All you've done was mess up this damn marriage from the start-”

“You say that as if you wanted it,” Jaehyun interrupted.

The two went on for a while, leaving you standing at the door completely overwhelmed by all the screaming. Rose was upset. Jaehyun was angry. It was a screaming match all because of your presence. You shouldn't have come. You should've just went back to your room when you saw her open the door. But this had to come to an end.

Breathe. Breathe.

“I'm pregnant.”

Your soft voice stopped the arguing, both Jaehyun and Rose looking at you as if they heard you wrong.

“What,” he asked, gulping.

“I'm.. pregnant,” you repeat.

Rose said nothing, just walked to Jaehyun and slapped him. The sound echoed through the silent room. Time came to a standstill, the sound of heavy breathing echoing through the room. Adrenaline rushed through your veins, the desire to protect him not going past anything but a desire. His cheek was red as he stood there silently staring at the ground, taking in everything that just took place.

“I'm sorry,” he said after a few beats of silence.

She ignored him, turning to you. Rose took two steps in front of you and you closed your eyes. You knew she was going to hit you so all you could do was brace for impact. But too many seconds passed and you felt nothing, so you opened your eyes only to face a tearful woman.

“I want you out by the end of the week,” she said, voice shaking.

“She's not going anywhere.”

Both you and Rose turn to Jaehyun, your heart pumping so loud you're afraid it would come out of your chest.

“She cannot stay here. This is not up for debate,” Rose said calmly.

“She will stay. I forbid her from leaving.” Jaehyun was willing to start a war for you. He would do everything in his power to keep you from leaving the castle, pregnant or not.

Rose turned to him slowly, face twisting in anger and irritation. “You have made a mockery out of me too many times. I gave up everything to be here and the one thing I asked you not to do, you did anyway.”

“My grace, w-we didn't know this would happen,” you said almost in a whisper.

Rose turned to you, giving you a chuckle in disbelief. “Didn't know? How could you not know? You both are running around here fucking like rabbits when you think no one is watching, but you didn't know?”

That was the one truth you didn't want to bear. All those times you and Jaehyun snuck off in each other's company ended up with you sleeping with him. You knew it was a bad idea, every single time, but it felt so right. All those times he would look at you as if you were the only thing in the world with protecting, you were going to miss him.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered.

Rose scoffed, staring at you in disbelief. “Don't pretend that you care. Don't pretend that you didn't want this.”

“I didn't want this. I am not ready to be a mother.”

Jaehyun looked at you, his stoic expression beginning to crack the more you spoke. He wanted to take your hand and run. Just run far away from this castle, this life, everything. “You will stay until you birth our child,” he said.

“No she will not.” Rose raised her voice, “I'm sick of watching you two prance around here, living out your fairy tale love when I couldn't have mine.”

“And why should that be my fault,” Jaehyun snapped. “I'm sorry you couldn't stay with whoever you wanted back home. I'm sorry you were forced into this marriage. But..” Jaehyun looked at you and back at Rose, sorrow filling his heart realizing the difficult position he put you in. “I love her, and I refuse to let her go.”

“You are the most selfish man I've ever met,” she said, giving him a dry laugh. “We both know our fate but you refuse to change. I have tried everything to make this work despite not wanting to be here and you've run circles around this palace to avoid them.”

“I have sacrificed so much-”

“Sacrifice,” Rose interrupted, scoffing. “Do you know anything about sacrifice? I was forced to leave my home to prevent a war my parents started. The only man that has ever loved me is somewhere dead or alive and I do not know. I had to marry you against my will and have to have a child with you to maintain my status. This is the life I've always known, and you dare speak of sacrifices. I sacrifice my freedom, body, and sanity everyday. And you sacrifice what? Your feelings?”

Jaehyun stood there silent. There was nothing he could say because she was right. “I'm sorry for any chaos I've caused, but all I ask-”

“I'll go.” That was the first thing you've said in a while, making both of their heads turn. “I-ill go. I knew this would be my fate if it happened, so I'll leave.”

Jaehyun's heart dropped. It felt like his whole world was crashing and he could do nothing about it. “Y/N, please you don't have to-”

“Jaehyun, I will go. I have to go eventually. You know that,” you said almost in a whisper, voice cracking under the pressure that weighed on your chest. Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes, but you didn't let them see as you faced the floor.

“Be out by the end of the week.”

You looked up, brows furrowed in sadness at Rose’s nonchalant disposition. “I have no family. I need more than a week.”

“Then leave the country! Go on a voyage and explore other lands! Just be out of my castle!”

Rose left the room with a loud slam of the door. Jaehyun didn't even give a second after she left to pull you into his arms, hugging you tight as if you would leave him immediately. And in his arms is where you broke down, allowing yourself to cry. You cried for him, you cried for yourself, you cried for your soon to be child, you even cried for Rose. Your life was in disarray, and there was nothing you could do it about. Nothing Jaehyun could do about it.

“It's okay,” he said in a quiet soothing voice. Jaehyun stroked the back of your head softly, holding you tight.

You and him stood there for a while, holding each other in silence. It was strange, the way he just gave up and didn't fight for much longer, but there are some things you can't fight even if you try. After some time, you both calmed down. You wanted a distraction, needed a distraction.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed out.

He loosened his hold on you, letting you look up at him. Starry eyes, flushed face, pretty lips. You were his only dream in this world of nightmares. “I'm sorry Y/N. I'm sorry for all of this.”

“Never mind all of that,” you whispered, forcing a smile. You hoped he could see your sadness or feel the ping in your heart.

“If I had just… This is all my fault,” he repeated. Jaehyun swallowed hard, feeling your hand come in contact with his face, caressing his cheek softly. “I don't want you to leave.”

“You act as if I'm leaving immediately,” you laugh, trying to lighten the somber mood. “I'm still here, and we can make the most of it.”

“How?”

You didn't say a word. All you did was kiss him softly, and the rest of the day was history.

You decided to do what Rose suggested and leave the country. You didn't know what would await you out of the land and across the sea but you were ready for it. The one thing you weren't ready for was leaving Jaehyun. And he wasn't either. It was apparent by how he was basically clinging to you every second he could get, never letting you out of his sight.

Despite him being so close, you hadn't yet told him of your plan and today was the day you'd be leaving. It was early morning and you already had your things packed. You told him to come to your room at noon, and just like expected, he knocked on your door right on time.

You stood up from your bed, exhaling the breath you didn't know you were holding in before opening the door. And there he was, as regal as always. Jaehyun stood there, eyes unable to leave your body realizing you were wearing regular clothes. He's never seen you in anything but your maid outfit, and this just makes him fall for you more.

“Hello, my love,” he said, giving you a sad smile. “Today is the day I suppose.” Jaehyun walks in, eyes immediately going to your cases that are packed with your belongings. His heart hurts seeing the signs of your soon to be disappearance.

“Yes, and that is why I need you to sit and listen to me.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, raising a brow as he sat in your bed, waiting for you to speak. “what is it?”

“I am going away,” you said.

“Yes. I know this.”

You sighed, hands playing with the buttons on your dress. “On a ship Jaehyun.”

His face twisted into an emotion you couldn't place. Hurt. Nausea. Disbelief. Maybe it was none of those, maybe it was all, but you didn't know how to combat it. You didn't know what to say or think or do. All that you knew was that he didn't like what just came out of your mouth.

“Jaehyun,” you called out, trying to break the silence that stood between you. “Please say something.”

But he didn't. He sat there in silence wondering where everything went wrong, what he could've done differently, how he would have fought for you harder. He sat wondering if he would ever see you again, or if you would ever want to see him again. Jaehyun didn't have it in him to shed a tear, feeling himself slowly go numb right before you.

“Jaehyun,” you call again, voice shaking in fear. “I know this is sudden and last minute, but I'm making this decision for me…”

“I'm not mad,” he said quietly. “Just a bit shocked.”

“I'm… I'm sorry.” You sit a distance away from him on your bed, eyes staring at your hands.

“So this means I'll never see you again,” he mumbled, a permanent frown on his face.

You turn to him, brows for rowing in sadness. “You'll see me again.”

“When Y/N,” he sighed in frustration. “In another 10, 50 years? I can't wait that long. My heart won't allow it.”

“Well neither can mine,” you argue back, body now fully turned to him. “My heart can't allow myself to see you married and having children with another woman. I can't let myself see someone else live out the dream I so desperately wanted. I have to get away.”

“But… Why now? Why leave me now?” Jaehyun scooted closer to you, taking your hands in his.

“This isn't about you. This is about me.”

“What about us?”

“Jaehyun can't you see? there is no us,” you say. The look of shock and hurt slashed across his face, almost making you regret your words. “there could never be an “us.” That's why I must leave.”

“I'll go with you,” he says.

You let out a small laugh, the absurd statement amusing you at the difficult time. “Jaehyun, you cannot come with me.”

“Then what must I do to make sure that there is still an “us?” Should I renounce my role as the prince of this kingdom? Should I beg for you to stay?”

“No, no Jaehyun- stop this at once. Stand up!”

Jaehyun was now kneeling in front of you, eyes staring wildly into your eyes. He had so much emotion he barely knew what he was doing at this point. All his self respect ran from his body as soon as he walked into the room, he didn't care for titles or status, just you and him.

“If this won't work, then what will?”

You open your mouth, but then close it as you look at him. He didn't like this look. It was full of pity. You pitied him, and that's something he never wanted from you. He always wanted to look strong for you, but now that you were going to be gone in a couple of hours, he was desperate.

“I'm not staying no matter what you try,” you said, watching his hopeful expression deflate. “I will not grow a child under a roof where the man I love is with someone else and that woman would rather see my head on a stick.”

Jaehyun stood back up with a sigh, eyes never leaving your relaxed figure. If these were his last moments with you, he needed to make this count. Time was running out and he needed to make sure you left with only him on your mind. He needed to remember how your hands felt on his skin, how your lips felt on his. He wanted to be etched into every crevice of your mind 5 years from now.

“We don't have much time left and I don't want to argue with you,” he stated. “you want to leave, very well. But promise me we will see each other again.”

A surprise gasp escaped your lips. “Jaehyun, now you know-”

“Please, just promise me,” he said.

“I promise,” you said softly. “We will meet again. I promise. A year from now, maybe 50, we will see each other again.”

Jaehyun grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet. Before you could gauge the moment, his lips crashed onto yours, the taste to honey so familiar to you lingering on your tongue. “Never forget me,” he said against your lips. He held onto your clothes tight, pulling your body closer to his.

“One last time,” he said softly.

You swallowed hard, eyes fluttering open. “I don't have much time left.”

Jaehyun gave you a soft smile, his gaze remaining as gentle as ever. “Don't worry about that. Just worry about me and you, okay?”

For once you decided to let yourself relax and listen, nodding to his words. You no longer had anything to lose since losing everything already. So against your better judgment, you nodded, following his pace as he kissed you deeply over and over. Jaehyun wasted no time, magnetic pull on his hands to the buttons on your dress. Only difference was that they were in the front now.

His fingers worked on the tiny buttons, lips smirking against yours feeling your impatience. The amount of time it was taking him was agonizing to you, but secretly you were happy he was taking his time. While you wanted to rip the bandage off, you also wanted to savor him.

“I would give anything for you to miss that ship,” he said, unlatching the last button. Jaehyun pulled the sleeves of your dress off your arms, kissing down to your neck.

“Please,” you whisper, breath hitching as you feel your dress drop to the floor. “Don't make this harder than it has to be.”

Jaehyun gave you a soft chuckle, kissing back up your neck and jawline. “Sit down.”

You did as he said, his hooded eyes staring at you. Jaehyun unbuttoned his shirt, fingers moving so delicately. He pulled the fabric off his body swiftly, placing the shirt on your neatly made bed. Without saying a word, he gets on his knees, the action making you gulp.

“I'm going to miss you,” he said softly, hands rubbing your legs. You couldn't say anything, not when he was pressing kisses on your thigh, down to your knees.

“I'm going to miss every part of you..” Jaehyun spread your thighs, pushing your undergarments away. “You'll miss me too?”

You nod.

“Words, Y/N. Speak to me.” He took your leg, placing it on his strong shoulder. His hands took your sides, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Y-yes, I'll miss you.” Your body shivered at the feeling of his lips on your skin as he kissed your inner thigh, core aching for contact that he won't give.

He kisses your clit, eyes staring at you from below. He thinks he will remember this for the rest of his life, the way you look above him, the soft sighs that leave your lips when he touches you, the way your skin tastes.

“I'll miss you ” he whispers, placing another kiss. “The way you taste” – kiss – “the way you feel” – kiss – “the way you sound.”

Jaehyun held your body as his lips and tongue kept going at your clit, enjoying every single moan you let out. You let yourself shed the last bit of control you had and tangled your hands in his hair. You were going to miss his pretty brown curly hair. Your body shudders at the soft and slow movements, mind and body drifting into a state of relaxation and forgetting about having to be at the dock in some time.

Jaehyun watched you watch him, your glossy eyes staring into his as you allowed yourself one last moment of recklessness. Your soft moans were music to his ears. Jaehyun sucked your clit softly, needing more from you. The feeling made your legs try to come together, but with one on his shoulder, all he could do was chuckle at the unsuccessful attempt.

“J-Jaehyun,” you whined softly, the sound of his name on your lips ending a tingle up his spine.

“You like this” he says, voice slightly muffled.

He watched you nod frantically, tongue licking up your arousal. “How much Y/N? Tell me.”

“So so much.”

Jaehyun's hands gripped your sides harder and began to let his mouth work on you harder. He was rock hard in his pants, erection straining against the fabric. He wanted so badly to lay you on your back and take you, but you looked so angelic above him. He sucked on your clit again, bringing out whines of his name over and over.

“God, you sound so pretty,” he mumbled. “I want you to remember this every time you think of me.”

Jaehyun was always so good with words, knowing exactly what to say to make your heart flutter. “I want you to think of me every time you touch yourself..”

You couldn't even speak, the pleasure filling your body quickly as he began to eat you out with much more vigor. He barely touched you, but you were so close already.

“I will,” you said softly.

“God I love you so much..” Jaehyun flicked his tongue faster, making you breathe harder and faster. The leg that was on his shoulder trembled, heel pulling him closer to your body. “You're close aren't you?”

You nodded, brows furrowing as you closed your eyes, throwing your head back. “Keep going, just like that… I'm so close.” Your hips rocked against his face, his tongue now inside you as his nose bumped your clit with each movement.

In just a couple of seconds you came, legs shaking and moans flowing into his ears. Jaehyun groaned softly, his saliva and your arousal mixing with every lick. His eyes never left yours, your expression so perfect and sounds so addicting he couldn't stop even when you were gasping for air from the overstimulation.

“It's okay, love. I got you,” he said, watching you grip your bed hard. “One more time. Do it for me.”

Your body was on fire, all senses heightened because of the man in front of you. Jaehyun didn't let up even when you couldn't speak and you loved it. The only things leaving your mouth were moans and incoherent babbles. One hand tangled in his hair, gripping it harder as you pulled him closer.

“I'm cumming,” you said in a soft gasp.

The noises that filled the room were sinful, making you cringe but turning you on even more. His eyes never left yours as you came, hands still molding your body like clay. You let go of his hair, breathing heavily as you attempted to recover from all the pleasure you received. Jaehyun put your leg down gently, lifting himself from your body. Your face went hot seeing the mess you made, arousal on his lips, chin nose.

He took the back of his hand, wiping his face before rising to his feet. “Lay back.”

You did as he said, watching him as he stood in front of your bed, undressing before you. He wasted no time climbing on top of you, body so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was so pretty, no painting could ever truly capture it. Everything from his hair to his legs was a sight for sore eyes and you loved every part of him.

Jaehyun leaned down and kissed you, his strong arms trapping you underneath his body. He kissed you face softly, from the corner of your mouth to your forehead making you giggle softly.

“What's so amusing,” he said, looking down at you.

You shook your head, moving your hand to his face cupping his cheek softly. “You're cute.”

He stares at you for a second, but smiles, kissing you once again. “When you're on that ship I want you to remember how cute I am.”

Jaehyun lifted his body off yours, hands sliding down your waist to your hips to your legs, lifting them to your chest. You watched his hand move from your leg to his cock, shifting himself deeper between your legs. Jaehyun rubbed his tip on your slit, teasing you.

“God, you're wet,” he mumbled. You moaned softly, feeling him rub himself on your clit, your hands gripping your legs harder as you held them close to your chest. “I'm gonna miss this..” Jaehyun slides into you almost too easily, your cunt sucking him in effortlessly. The both of you let out a sigh of relief when your bodies connected. He rocked his hips into your slowly, the squelching sounds filling the room. Your bed cracked with every movement, the sound of your soft moans blending in with one another.

“You're mine,” he said, voice bringing you out of the trance you were in. “Only mine.”

“Only yours,” you nod.

Jaehyun removes your hands from your legs, pulling them apart. “There goes that pretty face.” He leans down, kissing you instantly. He was going to miss your kisses the most, the way you moaned into his mouth when he felt too good, the way your lips molded with his in the most perfect way possible. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers running through the back of his hair.

“I love you so much,” you whispered into his mouth. Jaehyun thrusted into you faster, now going at a steady pace. He pulls away from you, kissing down your neck messily. You needed more situations so you reached down between your bodies to touch yourself, but Jaehyun took your hands and held them above your head.

“Cum from my cock, okay? Can you do that for me,” he groaned softly.

You nod with a whine, head sinking into your pillow as he started fucking you harder. “F-fuck, oh my God, you feel so good.”

He thrusted into you like his life depended on it, which it did. You were what breathed for, lived for, and would die for even. Even with you underneath him you already felt so far away, and he hated that.

Your body shook under him, legs involuntary spreading even wider as he thrust deeper into you. Your body was on fire, never feeling so vulnerable in his touch and loving it all the same.

“Remember what it feels like to be around my cock,” he said against your ear, smiling at your whimpers. “Remember that no man could make you feel as good as this..”

You nod fast, brows furrowing as Jaehyun's grip on your wrist tightens . “I'm close,” you gasp, feeling his other hand rubbing your neglected clit. Jaehyun moves his lips above yours, but doesn't kiss you. His body is too wrapped in pleasure to do anything but thrust until he cums inside you. The sounds of both of your pants filling your ears, completely overstimulated you, making you squeeze around your lover.

“Fuck, oh my god,” he moaned softly, lips brushing against yours. “Y/N, I-Im close, shit.”

Jaehyun lets go of your wrists, finally freeing your hands from above your head. You immediately grab the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss him hungrily. Moaning against his lips, you feel your legs begin to tire and hurt, but the hurt blends with the pleasure well. Your moans got louder with every time he hit your sensitive spot, walls fluttering around him. You came hard, with a loud cry chanting his name over and over.

Jaehyun held you close to him, still thrusting in you groaning into your neck. “Almost there, I'm almost there Y/N.”

After a few thrust, Jaehyun lets go into you, painting your insides white. Everything was intense even after the fact. Emotions still running high, hearts beating fast, minds racing for the both of you. Jaehyun rested his face on your neck, laying still as he tried to regain energy listening to your heart beat. That's when he heard a sniffle from you and then another.

“Are you crying,” he asked quietly, still not raising his head to look at you.

“Yes.” Your voice was quiet and calm, the tears falling down your cheeks landing on Jaehyun's ears, making him sigh. He lifted himself off you, laying next to you on your tiny bed. In that moment you missed his warmth even though he was still right next to you.

You stared at the ceiling trying to ignore Jaehyun's eyes burning into your side. You both lay in silence for a while, lost in thought.

“Do you think you can wait till tomorrow,” he says, breaking the silence.

“There will be no more ships till next week,” you answer. “if Rose knows I'm here–”

“Please don't talk about her.” His voice was almost as quiet as a whisper, making you turn to look at him for the first time in a while. “I wish it was here instead.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wish she had to leave,” he mumbled. He swung his arm around your body, pulling you closer to him. “I wish I could have you here forever. Me, you and…”

He paused his gaze slowly lowering to your stomach.”

You follow his gaze, a tired smile tugging at your lips. “Hyacinth.”

“Hyacinth,” he repeats. “That's your favorite flower.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “If it is a girl, that's what I will name her.”

Jaehyun chuckles softly, lips pressing your shoulder softly. “And if it's a boy?”

“Your name,” you say. Jaehyun stops breathing for a second, the thumb that's rubbing circles in your side stops.

“Really,” he asks, eyes becoming softer.

You nod. The way he looks at you makes you feel like you're the only person in the world and still in your last moments with him, it makes you sad. In a moment's time, you will both have to get up, get dressed, and leave the room, never to be there or in the castle ever again. All you want to do is be delusional and happy, but your mind won't let you.

“I wasn't completely honest earlier,” you say, sighing deeply. “I never told you that sometimes I dreamed of leaving here and traveling the world.”

“It's okay. Now you have a chance to.”

“I've always wanted to do it with you,” you admit. “That's another reason I chose to leave. It was for my sanity. And if I couldn't do it with you, at least I could do it with a part of you.”

Jaehyun kisses you softly, rough hand squeezing your side so tight, you thought he would never let you go. But now it's time for him to let you go and he will grieve this loss for much more time than he hoped. He let you go, his arm moving painfully slow trying to make these last seconds of intimacy count for something. You both sat up, knowing the time has come for you to regain your strength and fulfill your last duty to the castle, which is to leave.

“I love you Y/N. Promise you love me too.”

“I promise.”

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FEIGNING FOR YA’

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CHAPTER 1

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: as a little childish act of rebellion, you try dating your friend, Luke Castellan, to really piss off your parents (for a actual real reason, not the small things they hate). what was supposed to be no strings attached turned into a little more than just childish revenge.

warnings: slow burn, college au, smau, fake dating to dating, cursing, clarisse x chris, aged up! pjo charcters, yn is older sister figure to percy, luke and thalia are older sibling figures to annabeth

a/n: i have re-written this one too many times and am still in the process of revising and proofreading to give you guys the best condition of the start of this fic series! So sorry for the delay!

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“Are we still friends?”

“What?”

“Can we be friends?”

“After all of this?”

“After all of this.”

It would be a disastrously great story to tell your grandkids (if you had grandkids). Quite embarrassing really, telling someone about how naive and oblivious you were (still are.)

It was spring. The flowers in full bloom. Allergies spreading like wildfire due to pollen. Thankfully, it was raining cats and dogs, so no stuffy noses tonight. You decided to come back from your hometown two days before spring break ended. As much as you were homesick after spending so long at college, your family made you feel homesick for college.

It was torturous. Questions and questions about your college life were thrown at you left and right. From potentially having a significant other to your major that you were taking to who you were friends with to being disappointed in your college major to asking about your grades to being disappointed you party to just being disappointed.

All in all, truly you loved your family. Really, you do. Your aunt made great pastries. Your dad a great cook. Your uncle made really funny (bad.) jokes. Yet, they found some way to critic your every decision and move you make. You hated it.

Your shoes squeaked on tiled stairs. Lugging up your suitcase, you just prayed you didn’t fall. The tiles were wet because people’s shoes were wet. You did not want to pay a hospital bill after barely paying for college.

By the time you got to your dorm, you were already half asleep, running on an overpriced yogurt parfait from the airport. The soft comforter of your bed calling out to you like a siren’s song.

You were lulling off to dreamscape when a loud ominous creak filled the silence. “C’mon. You gotta be better than that. Lock your doors.” Luke’s “charming” voice replaced your peace. “Some creep could waltz in and kidnap you in your sleep.”

“Supposed you’re that creep?”

Luke has been attached to your hip since highschool, freshman year. Both of you have suffered through each other’s numerous cringy phases (only to bring them up for the annual birthday post on instagram).

He was one of the friends your parents despise. They always ranted about how they’ve been a bad influence to you since highschool.

“Depends.” The bed dipped under his weight. “Do you think you look okay enough to go out?”

“I guess, but I feel disgusting.” You answered. Confusion swimming through your mind. Where was Luke going with this?

“Are you upset because of a recent event?”

“Kinda.”

“Upset enough to stay holed up the whole evening?” Luke rephrased.

“No.”

“Okay.” Decision.

You heard his windbreaker swish as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Luke!” Like a bag of potatoes you were tossed over his shoulder. “You fucking—!”

He grabbed what he was originally came in your dorm for and exited. Silena, Chris and Clarisse were waiting for Luke and now, you. “Welcome back!” Silena said, masking her shock.

No one knew you were coming back home early and Luke wasn’t surprised. As much as you wanted to stay in your dorm and sleep, you were glad to be with your friends.

The restaurant was loud and lively. The rain ceasing. College students were celebrating their final few days before classes started up again. The occasional drunks here to watch the multiple football games going on. Your friend group chose to celebrate.

The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the bright TVs that played various football and soccer games. Drinks slid down the bar into the awaiting consumer’s hand. Alcohol got everyone in a better mood during the night (though the same cannot be said the morning after).

A waiter placed down the five shots Luke had ordered, in toast of your unexpected return and the final days of spring break. The shot glasses made a tiny clink before the liquid burned your throat. It left a warm feeling in your chest.

Silena and Clarisse went to take photos via Chris the cameraman. The three went out to the porch of the restaurant bar. You opted out and Luke stayed with you. You weren’t exactly in the nicest clothes.

Another round of shots were placed on the table. Luke ran his fingers through his curls and checked his phone. “What’s bothering you?” He asked.

“What?” You tore your gaze from the two girls and looked at Luke.

“You said you were upset about something, but not too upset to not go out.” Luke explained. “Better to get it off your shoulders than to bottle it up.”

You roll your eyes at his last sentence and sat up in the cushioned restaurant chair. “Family.” Luke laughed a little at that. He’s known how perfect your family wants you to be.

You shove your face into your hands as if you were reliving the reunion all over again. “I didn’t even do anything bad or get in serious trouble this time!”

Luke nodded along slowly, taking in your every word. You can’t tell what he’s thinking as you continue on your little rant. Yet his face shifts as you rant.

“Why are your grades like that?”

“I saw your Instagram post. Drinking? Really?”

You parrot some of the questions your family said to you, with their fake smiles and judgmental eyes. You were old enough to drink! “And then they started talking my ear off about you all. Clarisse! Thalia, you—Silena and Chris” The list goes on. Luke knows it. You know it.

“Why are you friends with that temperamental girl? Lord knows the trouble you’ll be roped into with her.” You mocked your parents, aunts and uncles’ words. “I don’t like how that Thalia girl. Too rebellious, disrespectful too!”

“That one girl is an airhead. Head in the clouds.”

“Don’t get me started on that Luke boy again.”

“Get better friends.”

“Maybe you hang out with a different group.”

“They piss me off! And well maybe they’re concerned about my wellbeing, but—they keep harping me about everything little thing I do.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes exhausted. “Which is why I came back early.”

“So piss them off.” Like that was the hardest thing you do. You unintentionally trigger their judgmental side without even trying.

“What?”

“It’s what I do to my dad. I piss him off most of the time when he tries to come back.” Luke shrugged. “If they hate all of us so much. Date one of us, shit—date me, you’ve known me the longest. I think they’d be pretty pissed about you dating a bad influence.”

“That’s so childish.” You commented, but it was good, but it could work. Rebellion never hurt anyone that bad. Well, maybe your aunt will have a “heart attack”, but it should be fine.

And you were out of options to try and get your family off your back.

So the next afternoon, when Clarisse was out, Luke and you sat on your bed and conjured up a contract for this temporary relationship; a day before break was over.

“I don’t see why we need a contract.” Luke sipped on a juicebox. The sunlight providing a nice atmosphere in your dorm room.

“I saw it work on a show I watched kinda.” You whispered the word “kinda” under your breath. It was a long time since you’ve seen the show.

Luke raised an eyebrow and set the empty juice box on your desk. “So…uh—terms and conditions.” You typed out on a Google doc in big bolded letters. How do you start this?

“We could “date” from now until the start of summer? I think that is a long enough rebellion.” You suggested and looked at Luke. “I have to go back home for Easter and my little sister’s birthday, but then I have that family trip in summer…”

“Sure.” Luke agreed.

You looked at him silently asking him to elaborate. “From now until that family trip is over. I’ll go to Easter, the birthday and the trip.”

“You aren’t trying to mooch off me for the trip are you?”

Luke slid the computer to him and typed out the first terms and conditions. He ignored your question with a smile and a shake of his head. “You have to come with me when it’s Mother’s Day though.”

You agreed to that relatively quickly. Your mom and dad were always out of town that day. “I’m fine with kissing on the cheek and forehead and holding hands, if you are?”

“What? No lips?” Luke teased with a grin.

“I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” You muttered in embarrassment.

“Fine, no lips.” You were slightly surprised Luke didn’t tease you for not having your first kiss yet. He typed it on the computer. “And no sex.”

“No sex.” You agreed. “And we cannot let the others know. They’ll start talking and then it’ll get to my family somehow—”

“Okay…no sex and no talking about the fake relationship.” Luke chucked and typed it on the computer. “This seems good enough for a contract right?” He still thinks the contract is stupid.

You smack his shoulder. “This is serious, Luke! If I wanna piss of my parents I have to do it right.”

“Okay, sweetie.” He spoke sarcastically and typed his name at the end of the document. You did the same. “But there is no right way to piss off someone. You just do.”

After signing the temporary dating contract, Luke and you talked about the story of how you got together.

Luke and you supposedly have had some unrequited feelings during highschool. Both of you began talking over spring break after a drunk conversation and decided to give dating a shot.

Then, there was the fact that Luke and you had to announce the relationship. So, social media it was. Which prompted you to grab his hand. “Where are we going?” Luke asked as he was dragged off your bed.

“A cafe.” You held his hand, fingers lacing together. “I’m hungry after all that and it would be great publicity if we went out holding hands.”

“Whatever you say.” Luke rolled his eyes, though he didn’t mean it. “Then I guess I’ll be the good boyfriend and pay.”

“Really?” You asked and looked back at him.

He shrugged. “Why not.”

Luke and you held hands and talked about whatever came to mind. Like you usually did as bestfriends. He opened the cafe door for you and paid for your food and drink.

Maybe “dating” Luke won’t be the worst thing ever. Rebelling doesn’t seem to be all that bad now. Maybe everything will turn out fine. You rebel against your perfect family and Luke will get a free trip as a reward. Yeah, you’re sure things will turn out okay. Maybe.

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hii i have three requests, but totally up to you if you wanna tweak them or something. they're all steve harrington x fem!reader, sfw, angst with hea. thank youu <33

1. reader receives gifts or poems or little trinkets with the sender giving hints about his identity and feelings. the thing is, they're from steve - who is reader's best friend. she asks for his help to find out who this mystery sender is and he agrees. but what if there's like a mistaken identity and she thinks they're from billy (and like who isn't attracted to bad guys and stuff) and steve just goes all pouty (loljk i dunno but something along those lines)

2. king steve era where he makes reader fall in love with him as a dare and she finds out about it breaking her trust and all that. but like i also kinda want it to happen when steve knows about the upside down already and reader will be in danger (near death for more angst haha)

3. reader confesses to steve, but he says he doesn't like her. then reader's all 'okay fine, i'm gonna move on' and when she actually does that, steve is 🥺

moving along

summary | after pining after steve for years, and finally getting the courage, steve doesn't reciprocate your feelings

pairing | steve harrington x fem!reader (one-sided), ??? x fem!reader

warning | i did choose the 3rd one, each were amazing but i just love the third one, angst, fluff ending (for reader), king!steve era, bully!steve, mean!steve

word count | 1.3k

It had to be freshman year of high school when you really saw Steve. Though having known him since elementary school, neither of you were close. It wasn’t until you had trouble opening your locker on the first day of school when your locker neighbor, Steve offered to help you.

Not having any classes with him during freshman year, the two of you talked and catched up during passing periods when you were switching out books.

You liked that Steve, you grew to love that Steve.

But King Steve, hanging around Tommy and Carol, you didn’t like him.

“Excuse me.” Your voice was barely loud enough for Carol to hear. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to you.

“What?” She spat.

It was now junior year, you and Steve were no longer friends anymore, your friendship had ended towards the end of the first semester of sophomore year, when he met Tommy and Carol and started to gain more popularity.

“You’re in front of my locker.” You sighed, it was a daily occurrence at this point. Usually Carol would come up with something to say to you but she just scooted closer to Tommy, turning back to the conversation.

Turning to look at the group, you saw for a split second Steve’s eyes on you before he quickly casted them back to Tommy.

Being as quick as you could you just grabbed your stuff, and walked into math.

Walking into your usual seat, you smiled over at Nancy, the two of you good friends. “Did you hear about the Winter Formal?”

“I did.” Nancy nodded, “My mom wants to take me dress shopping this weekend.”

“Going with anyone?” You asked. You hoped that this would be the perfect time for you to ask Steve to dance with you, and finally confess your feelings for him.

“No, no one has asked me and I am not going to ask anyone.” Nancy shrugged, “It doesn’t matter to me.”

You wished you had the carefree attitude she had about it, you were stressed out, worried about everything. Would Steve say yes, would your dress fit, would you and Steve be a couple afterwards.

Coming home that afternoon, you made up the plan that you were going to ask Steve to Winter Formal the next day. Coming up with ideas in your head, you went to bed that night, dreaming of the two of you together.

Your outfit was more put together than usual, a nicer blouse and a maxi skirt, that covered your legs, tights covering your legs from the freezing weather in Hawkins. Wiping off the nonexistent dust of you, you saw Steve at his locker, alone for once.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way towards your own locker.

Hearing the clicks of your shoes, Steve turned to see you coming up to your own locker, looking down, taking in your outfit.

“Hi Steve.” You said sweetly, turning towards him.

“Hey.” He just nodded. The old Steve would have probably loved talking to you but this new Steve, he didn’t know what to think.

“So uh, winter formal is coming up.” You didn’t know why you were so nervous, you had pumped yourself up all last night and now you were stressing. “And I was wondering if-”

“Wait.” Steve interrupted you, your eyes now lowering to your feet. Feeling your heart starting to break, you already knew where it was going to end. “I think you’re great, but I’m planning to ask someone else.”

“Okay.” You swallowed, just nodding your head, “See you.”

Holding back your tears, you let out a shaky sigh, going into class. The rest of the day went by a blur, now walking out of school, making your way towards your car.

Opening up the driver's door, throwing your bag into the passenger seat, you rested your hands on the steering wheel.

Turning your keys, you heard the engine sputter, cursing under your breath. Turning off the car, you tried again, hearing the same sound.

“Are you kidding me!”

“Need a ride?”

Turning around, you saw your neighbor, Billy, leaning against his own car. Billy and his family had moved in towards the end of summer, you heard of his reputation and left him be.

“It’s fine.” You sighed, “I’ll just go to the office, call a tow truck.”

“Like hell.” He opened your passenger door, grabbing your bag and bringing it towards his car. You had no other choice now, locking up your car and following Billy.

The ride home was quiet, his music filling the silence.

“Thank you.” You whispered, playing with a string on your bag.

“It’s the neighborly thing.” He smirked, looking over at you. There was another beat of silence before he spoke again. “Saw you with Harrington this morning.”

“It was nothing.” You brushed it off. “I asked him to winter formal, he said no, that was it.”

Billy could tell there was more just by the sound of your voice but said nothing. Pulling into your driveway, you bid Billy a goodbye.

“Y/n!” You turned, seeing Billy calling out your name, “If it’s worth anything, Harrington doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

You just smiled, and walked inside.

No one had ever asked you to winter formal and hearing through the grapevine, Steve had asked Nancy, who gladly said yes.

After some self reflection, you were over Steve, if he couldn’t see how you felt and ignored it, you didn’t need him.

Staring at your dress in your closet, you sat at the end of your bed just sighing. Your group of friends had invited you to go with them and all their dates and you couldn’t be the only one without a date.

The doorbell had brought you out of your daydream, blinking a few times before going down the stairs.

Opening the door, you were met with a sight. Billy stood on your porch, all dressed, slacks, button up and a jacket, his hair freshly done and a corsage in his hand.

“Billy.” You murmured, “You look handsome.”

“Thank you.” It was probably the first time you truly ever saw him smile. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“I don’t know if I’m going.” You shrugged, letting him come inside, “Your date must be lucky.”

“Well, she isn’t dressed yet, and I’m here to persuade her into coming.” He smirked.

Catching his drift, your eyes widened in shock, “You want to go with me?”

“If you let me.” He said, “I know we haven’t been that close, but Harrington shouldn’t stop you from going.”

You just stayed silent, smiling softly, excusing yourself, running upstairs.

Getting dressed and doing your makeup in under thirty minutes, something that surprised you, you slid on your heels and made your way back downstairs.

“You look beautiful.” He said in awe, seeing you in your dress. Opening up the box that held your corsage, Billy nudged it towards your wrist.

Giving you his arm, Billy delicately tied the corsage around you, squeezing your hand before pulling away.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Walking into the gymnasium, one transformed into a winter wonderland, you looked around everywhere smiling softly. The dance had started less than an hour ago, the room starting to fill up.

You let Billy bring you to the dance floor, offering you his hand. Smiling, you accepted, letting him wrap his arms around your waist.

In your own worlds, neither of you noticed Steve looking towards your way. Steve had noticed you the minute you entered the room. And seeing Billy next to you, made him jealous.

After rejecting you, Steve had felt horrible and wanted to apologize but he had let Tommy get into his head saying that he needed someone better.

But that night, Steve came to realize, there wasn’t anyone better than you.

fin.

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #king!steve harrington #king!steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x girlfriend!reader

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enderlaithdraws · 10 months

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Crumb, Ranboo, Wilbur, and Charlie in the zombie apocalypses pt.1 w.i.p.

And a look into the creative process :D I'm giving this concept the title of "Zombie Apocalypse with The Crew"

Ranboo has a pistol (you can kinda see it on his right side) but his weapon of choice is a metal bat and a bowie knife. He calls it "The WACK N STAB"

I'm very proud of my nails into the crumbverses. Also I'm thinking about maybe the crew has a 5th member who is a doll or something of the sort. Just so they can joke around and keep high moral.

You can see that he is wearing no armor but some cloth and duct tape arm guards and goggles. In my mind the apocalypse happened before there was ample time to react. Meaning that the gear they have is mostly fast makeshift items from common objects. Any extra things like the guns each person has or extra apparel is from looting.

Also... Jorts <3

I'd say that at some point Charlie got lost and when he started following any human voice he could hear, he ended up right behind Ranboo. Who, instinctively stabbed what they thought was a zombie. mans took an L and a flesh wound.

The batchette is an idea from Instructables on Pinterest. I saw it while getting inspo and I could hear Charlie half screaming "Oh. my. gorshes... guys this power drill has given me a gift from God! BEHOLD... THE BATCHETTE!!!" Original image linked to this picture if you wanna get a better idea of what it looks like.

Wilbur! I feel the need to change face shape a bit to better represent him. Basically everything on him has a story. What he was wearing at the initial invasion and start of the apocalypse was a white button up shirt and black pants. He was on his way to meet with a tour manager in a café but chaos is unleashed before he can. Later on traded out some looted boots for his dress shoes. And looted the harness which he uses to hold items against his body and keep them from noisily bouncing around in a bag or pocket. At some point he gets stuck in a house in the country side that has been nearly untouched. But he knows it's only a matter of time before he is found by his predators. He has no way of communicating to the group and needs to fend for himself as long as it takes to reconnect. Which could be months. For that reason he finds an undershirt so he can unbutton his dress shirt and have more mobility. He takes down a large curtain and uses it to wrap around his legs as armor. (Think about it, its hard to bite or stab through a thick curtain.) And just cuts his pants so that it doesn't encumber him. (He doesn't take them off because the curtains are only covering his legs. Plus pockets are good for survival)

Once he's done with the curtain he finds some metal roller skate knee pads to help hold them in place and realizes that the curtain rod would make a decent weapon. Continuously looting the house he finds four kitchen knifes and some ninja stars in a bedroom (likely belonging to the family edgy teen) then attaches them using a hand held blow torch from the garage.

When the night comes he is barricaded in a top bedroom and there are zombies pounding on the door. It is a moonless, pitch black night and the little bit of light points out the glimmer of a golden cross necklace atop a bedside table. While he is no man of God. He can use all the help he can get. And continues to wear it even when he is safe. Not in a religious way, but in an idea that there is a greater good out there. And the world will be reborn again... someday.

rando in the back: *sniffs and wipes a singular tear from his eye* tHat is sO beUtIfUL..

So yeah that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed this sneak peak and if you have any ideas or wanna join in lemme know! While I am doing this for fun I would love it others could enjoy it too. So if you like it or think your friends/viewers would, then please Reblog. :D but what ever you do, have a good day!

BACK TO DRAWING AAAAAAAAAAAAA

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enchantedlandcoffee · 1 year

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Hey guys, this is my first fic rec post ever but I am going to try and do this every month to celebrate the amazing creators in this fandom. This months will include some of the fics I've read since the start of the year (unfortunately can't include them all because of how many there are).

Wild Love by purpledaisy (130k) -

Explicit - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Fake Dating AU - kinda)

"Good," Julia says, clearly pleased to have them both uncomfortable and unable to look at each other. "Now, I only have one more question before you can go. What are you planning to do when this experiment ruins your friendship?"

"We said we'd stay friends no matter what," Harry says smoothly, his chin lifting in defense.

"That was our one thing going into it," Louis agrees. "Stay friends no matter what."

Julia raises a perfectly manicured brow, "That's all fine and good. But I hope you realise your emotions aren't going to realize this is an experiment in the end. If one of you falls for the other and finds out those feelings are not reciprocated, you're not going to be able to laugh it off as a social experiment. I'm not saying you shouldn't do this, I'm just hoping you've considered all the possible outcomes."

AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

Behind closed doors by bluegreenish @greenblueish (10k)

Explicit - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Friends with Benefits to Lovers)

"You should ask that whoever he's currently fucking."

Liam’s eyes grow wide.

“No.” His tone is unbelieving, just like Louis’ would’ve been if you had told him what turn today would take.

“Yes.”

“How do you know?”

Louis’ room mate’s eyes barely leave him as he tries to untie his shoes without looking.

“Went to his dorm earlier, found a sock on his door handle. He’s such an arsehole.”

or, the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

Never Thought I'd Be Missing the Heat by larry_hiatus @larry-hiatus(5k)

Explicit - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Harry misses Louis AU)

Harry has always hated cigarettes, but when that’s the only piece of Louis that he has left after their breakup, he ends up chain smoking while touching himself to try and get that taste of Louis back.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by Imogenlee @imogenleefic(234k)

Explicit - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Roommates AU, Idiots in Love)

When Harry Styles received acceptance into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat leaving him with three options:

1) Moving back into student halls. 2) Becoming homeless. 3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends. He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend. If Louis Tomlinson had to choose one thing couldn't stand, it would be pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If he had to choose something he couldn't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they were opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that had no business be kept secret.

Will Love Be There by lululawrence @lululawrence (13k)

Mature - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Fake/Pretend Relationship AU)

Louis didn’t care who he had to pay or how much, but he was pretty sure he would give his entire life’s savings and a year’s salary if it meant that whatever was causing someone’s fucking phone to ring would stop.

The person calling must have gone to voicemail, because it stopped ringing and vibrating, but it started up again almost immediately.

“Make it stop,” Louis whined. He lifted his head enough to pull the pillow out from beneath it and smothered his head to dull the sound. “Oh shit, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Just be sure to get out of bed first, please,” a deep, gravelly voice said from right beside Louis.

“Holy fucking shit!” Louis cried in surprise as he shot up in bed.

Or the one where Louis attends a Steve Aoki concert and accidentally ends up with a husband.

Devil in my brain, whispering my name by lunarheslwt @lunarheslwt (9k)

Explicit - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Angel/Demon AU)

“Tell me, angel, are you curious? To know what it’s like, to be touched…” Louis tapped his lip lightly, “here?” A short, harsh breath fanned across his finger. “Or,” Louis drawled, bringing their hips together with a sharp pull, making Harry gasp once again, louder, “here?” “Louis…” “Or maybe even,” Louis skimmed a taunting hand past the curve of his clothed arse, merely grazing, “here?” Harry shuddered viscerally. “Please.” “So polite, so proper,” Louis mocked, “will you let me taint you just a little, hmm? Let me show you how good it feels to give in to temptation?”

Or, Louis, a demon, shows Harry, an angel, just how good it can feel to give in to temptation and sin.

Wed'n Walk (Or, We Went to Amsterdam Together) by HelloLovers13 @hellolovers13 (11k)

Explicit - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Fake Marriage, Friends to Lovers)

When Harry had first started planning his honeymoon to Amsterdam, he had not envisioned ending up there with his best friend.

Or getting fake-married to him for 24 hours.

Station 28 by justahappycloud @justahappycloud (10k)

General Audiences - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Enemies to Friends to Lovers)

Some people meet by accident. Two unassuming worlds that weren't supposed to even graze each other clash, and in an unexpected twist of destiny, they fuse into one. It's destructive. It's life changing. It's, unequivocally, a complete and utter mess. Darling, you are my favourite accident by far.

stars are just burning rocks in space by Red___PANdaa @red-pandaaa (21k)

Mature - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Strangers to Lovers)

He was fully prepared to end their short encounter there, leaving the boy to go back to the party and his life, probably already forgetting about Harry in the morning.

“Hey, this probably sounds really weird, but do you wanna get out of here?” Blue Eyes asked, finally letting go of Harry’s arm.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. “Doing what?”

The boy’s eyes sparkled as he answered, “go on an adventure!”

Where Harry and Louis meet at a party and spend the night together.

Teach me how to love by perfectdagger (sincerlyste) @perfectdagger (70k)

Explicit - Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers)

Louis can’t believe he’s third wheeling, again, so he scans the bar trying to find something better to do.

And as he does, he recognizes a face.

That face looks angry, almost fuming and Louis takes a gulp from his beer and looks to the other side, pretending he didn’t even see the bloke, pretending he has no clue who that person coming over his way is.

“You’ve told everyone and their mother that I’m a bad fucker?!”

That’s how Harry greets him.

Smooth.

Not really.

The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

#february fic recs #fic recs #one direction #larry fanfics

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gimmiesomehoneynsugar · 11 months

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It Lead to this

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Rocket/Gn Reader! Word count 2087 updated version oops

A week has passed since you’ve seen Rocket, you’ve texted him the odd amount with photos of your lunch and little plants you find around your job, and he replied with either the thumbs-up emoji or just left on read. This would’ve annoyed you before but now with everything cleared up between you two, all you can do is accept it and sigh continuing your shift.

As the hours fly by, you pack up your stuff and say goodbye to your coworkers, you slowly walk down the street and through the plaza, and you see the local bars and restaurants open up it’s been a while since you’ve gone out by yourself, and you were craving a milky fizz vodka and roasted zargnuts.

You head to your apartment, you got out of your work clothes and into your favourite tight black shirt n pants, you look in the mirror and realise the only reason you felt confident in these clothes was Rocket boasting about you in the clothes all while complimenting you.

His eyes wouldn't leave you until you left the room, even in a crowded space he could spot you out of the corner of his eye that's how infatuated he is with you. You sighed into your hands then throwing your head back you thought to yourself, tonight is about you, not some guy who's not interested.

You put on some light makeup, mascara and highlighter, you felt confident, stunning even and with your shoes on and your wallet in your hand you leave, now walking to your local bar.

You walk through the door yelling at the bartender for a Milky Fizz Vodka and some zargnuts roasted, they give you a thumbs up and as you walk to the corner barstool you hear some familiar voices coming from the booth beside your seat. You turn your head slightly and in the corner of your eye, you see Drax, Nebula and Rocket all in a booth chatting it up.

You think to yourself ‘You gotta be kidding me,’ as the bartender hands you your food and drink. You quickly turn your head back, you'd leave the by now or say hi but a little bit of you wants to snoop you can’t help but eavesdrop, also tonight is about you, and self-love, you don’t want to involve yourself with Rocket right now.

“Drax, Nebula I don’t know how you deal with all those little demons, dealing with all the animals is easier than those... kids,” Rocket speaks in a sarcastic tone taking a swig of his drink.

“Rocket there are our children, they have names, I’d like you to respect them,” Nebula scoffs, crossing her arms.

“You have over fifty children! How am I supposed to remember them all?” He exclaims gesturing with his hands.

“I’ve memorised all my children's names, you're just incompetent Rocket, Although I do wish Mantis was here with us,” says Drax, grabbing a fistful of zargnuts.

“Well she gotta discover herself yknow, maybe she got a lover or a hobby, who knows she might even visit us in the future,” says Rocket as he signs looking out the window all while swirling his drink.

“Hahaha! You seem to think she's doing better than you?” Drax practically yells while Nebula shakes her head in disagreement.

“What, what are going on about, I’m doing great, fantastic even?” he asked, focusing on the conversation.

“I say that Mantis might already have a mate Rocket, you should look for a suitable life partner too, you might be small but some people can get past that” Drax claims as he downs his drink, all while Nebula rolls her eyes.

He looks a little shocked at first but after a second of silence looking at his drink.

“Well… maybe, I have thought of that kinda stuff,” he says, sipping on his drink and avoiding eye contact with Drax and Nebula.

Overhearing their conversation on dating leads to you choke on your drink, you grab a napkin and cough into it still trying to overhear the convo. But honestly, it’s pissing you off more than you realise, you were now okay with not dating Rocket or being that close to him but now his attitude of wanting to date utterly infuriates you.

What was the point of the whole conversation you had with him if he was gonna turn around and say this? Maybe you just weren't what he was looking for other than to screw you. But why all the gifts and dates, was I a hooker?

As you are about to pay for your drink and go home in a salty mood, a random man sits next to you.

“Are you an alien?” He says leaning one hand on the bar looking you up and down not hiding the fact he is staring right at your chest.

“Cause you abducted my heart the moment I walked in,” he says while smirking thinking he nailed it, what kind of confidence does he have to think that would really work?

You couldn’t help but crack up giggling trying to cover your mouth. Just the sheer amount of cheesiness is enough to make you cringe in a laughable way.

“Don’t you think that a bit racist?” you asked looking at him fully, seeing he was clearly drunk, not bad looking but a little too sloppy drunk for your taste all while Rocket, Nebula and Drax saw, Rocket's jaw dropped as he realised you’d been there the entire time and heard everything, he gulps thinking he should pretend he doesn't know you for the sake of him not having to explain his whole confusing relationship with you.

You quickly glance at the three of them with a grin, looking at Rocket's nervous face made you grin and now all you wanted to do was to mess with him.

“Just Kidding, care to buy me my next drink?” you asked, smirking with your lip now on the cusp of your drink, signalling to this guy he could have a chance. He sighs in relief of not offending you and calls over the bartender.

As Nebula n Drax continue their convo about how their children are, Rocket can’t help but stare in anger at you talking to this stranger, he’s more pissed than anything but realised he kinda caused it a little.

He mumbles under his breath ‘If he tries any more flirty shit with you i’ll rip him a new one’. Rocket was staring so sharply at you he could burn a hole between both of your heads, you again glance over to see Rocket seething showing off the bitchiest bitch face you’ve ever seen.

You honestly couldn’t help but smirk at him biting your lips softly and quietly moaning into your cup at him. If any of your teasing was going to rile up Rocket it’d be this.

He sees you clearly teasing him, he is just one moment away from pulling you out of that bar or dragging you into an alleyway to devour and punish you.

“So what’s your name dolly?” The guy asked you, slurring his words.

“Don’t call me dolly my name is-,”

“Whatever lemme tell you dolly about my weapons, I’m a bounty hunter and I enjoy the hunt of shitheads you know,” he interrupts you now going on and on about his recent bounties he’s completed, nothing impressive just the average thief, while drinking the milky fizz he bought for you.

“Ah okay…” you say now ready to leave, as you get up basically sneaking past this guy, he grabs your forearm.

“Where do you think you're going dolly?” He asks, squeezing your arm tight, enough for it to hurt.

You crunched your face, ‘what a slob’ you thought.

“Mind letting go asshole?” you said loudly pulling your arm out of his grasp, leaving a sore red handprint.

“What’s the problem babe? We were having fun,” he scoffs frowning.

After you pull away now everyone has either glanced over or just waiting to see what happens next, Nebula and Drax looked over a little concerned but they go back to their conversation, yet Rocket snapped over this.

With the most infuriated look on his face, he jumps off his booth seat now hopping up to the seat you were just on, getting between you and the guy.

“Who the fuck are you to boss them around, also don’t call them dolly!” says Rocket, bearing his teeth with his hand hovering over his holster.

“Rocket what are you doing? I can handle this myself!” you walk around to face him, can tonight get any worse?

“Yeah listen to Dolly Rodent, I'll call them whatever I want, and what even are you some kind of monster?” he chuckles looking at Rocket curiously, trying to figure out what he is through his beer goggles.

“The fuck you say?” you slam your hand down between them separating the both of them while Nebula and Drax stare while eating zargnuts it’s first-class seats to this confusing drama.

The man flinches back a little after your burst of rage, yet after the acts of aggression to his life, he still has the audacity to ogle at your chest. You’d have enough, with all your anger you swing a punch to his jaw causing him to fall off his seat, your knuckles now bruised up with torn skin, “Piece of fucking shit,” you say as you spit on him and pay the barkeep.

You’ve just seen your hand, it’s started to bleed after you handed over the units. ‘Shit’ you mumble as you grab your stuff, quickly glancing at Rocket before rushing out of the bar.

“Wait, where are you going, wait!,” Rocket yelps chasing after you, forgetting all about Nebula and Drax who are still eating and enjoying this drama.

As Rocket follows you to the dock for the ships he questions why you would come here. You paced over to your ship, it wasn’t anything fancy, your ship wasn't big or shiny just comfy enough for you to travel long distances. You click your remote and a bridge comes out and the door to your ship opens.

“What are you doing, where are you going?!” He asks you huffing, catching his breath completely confused.

“Rocket I’m confused you confuse me, I don’t get you I’d admit I don’t understand you,” You look back at him with frustration riddling your face.

“What are you going on about, you’ve gone crazy,” He says confused and worried, like you could do something drastic.

“What you said at the bar to Drax and Nebula, then defending me, I thought you didn’t want to date me but, fuck man I feel lead on I don’t get you.” You yell at him, and everyone around is now staring, they probably think of this as a lover's quarrel.

“That’s! That’s.. look I admit I don’t know what these feelings are but whenever I see you with someone else like that dickhead calling you dolly ugh! It infuriates me. I nearly killed that bastard if you didn’t punch him, speaking of which doll why did you punch him?” He asked you now with his hand on his hip.

“Well, news flash Rocket, I LIKE YOU,” you yelled so loud it has a slight echo through the dock.

“I like you so much Rocket and from what you just said, I think you do too! but you need to realise that yourself and I ain't not waiting any longer, I'm out!” You say to him now with your hands on your hips.

“Out what do you mean out?!” he asked tilting his head.

“I’m going to stay at my sister's for a while on Terra, Earth!,” you exclaimed throwing a small tracking device to him.

“When you figure out your emotions for me and yourself come get me, if I don’t see you in a month well we're through," now wiping away a small tear of your cheek, you walk over to him and kiss his forehead holding his face.

You walk back onto your ship looking back at him, he seems quite shocked and confused you can see the cogs turn in his brain with a hopeless look on his face.

You shut your ship's door, and a waterfall of tears burst from your eyes, you pace over to the cockpit sitting down on your lonesome chair and as you start the course for Terra, home.

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drkcnry67 · 11 months

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This is Your Legacy

Title: This is our Legacy

Pairing: John x Reader

Kink: age difference

Tags: 16 year age difference, mentions of sexual endeavors after going to bring the head of the werewolf alpha back to your family, getting married by a nurse, making out in a shared hotel room, not all of this may be in the story but ya know how it goes

Rating: 18+

Summery nope

Created for @spnkinkevents

"On this day I get to go on my first solo hunt. I'm so scared, I want to do good to appease my family but they say I'm different that something is gonna happen to me on that hunt, that I shouldn't be going. Oh well what do they know. I'll show them what a total badass I am and they will see who the best hunter truly is... though my father is threatening to disown me if I don't complete the hunt so best to get started..."

That was your journal entry this morning. But I don't understand why they wont tell me what I'm hunting.

You were in college but your father pulled you out to go into the family business. But little did you know that this hunt would lead to the biggest change of your life.

So anyway, let's prepare for everything:

Clothing, shoes, food, bait, holy water, salt, silver, iron, pistol, silver stakes, wooden stakes, salt round, iron rounds, devils trap bullets, bow and arrows, chalk, lighters, shotgun, silver bullets, dead man's blood, etc....

Once you had everything sorted and organized you went down to be seen off by your family.

Mom: take care of your self and trust your gut I love you no matter what.

Brother #1: don't choke

Brother #2: don't die

Brother #3: give up now and save us all the trouble later

Brother #4: it's a piece of cake don't panic just do what you were taught and we will see you when you come back.

Father: don't bother coming back if you loose the target, fail and your no longer apart of this family. Your mother packed a few things in the car. Take it and go your instructions are in the car.

You hold your head up high and walk away not showing that he hurt your feelings. Getting into the car you wave goodbye to everyone.

Yn(to self): oh my God okay let's pull over up ahead and check out the information

You pull over up ahead in a random parking lot in front of a random abandoned building. It looked creepy as fuck seemed like the type of place that something supernatural might hangout in...

But opening the instruction package you sort it out, photos and information written out but you had no idea that this thing your father wanted you to bring back the head of was gonna be your greatest challenge.

Yn(to self): okay so if I head up the highway here make a left into town here and find a motel and then I can hangout till the moon starts to rise...

You have your plan and now you continue driving... you follow the GPS in your car and arrive in about 3 hours give or take.

You pull into the first motel you could find, you go to check in and find that there are no more rooms available. The last guy who took the last room now approaches you from the back...

John: sorry I took the last room.

Yn: its fine I guess I'll just sleep in my car

John: a pretty lady such as yourself ain't sleeping in the car. No way not in this lifetime.

You sigh and feel his hand engulf your own.

Yn: thank you but you really don't have to do this

John: oh I think I do... cause you and I are after the same thing hunter...

You stop in your dead tracks.

Yn: why did you

John: what you didn't think I'd recognize that anti possession tattoo on your arm.

Yn: I guess you expect me to trust you well sorry but if I don't do this on my own my family is basically disowning me... it's a tradition thing and I have 4 older brothers to live up to and my dad pulled me our of college for this legacy thing so it's kinda a big deal.

John's eyes widened with a variety of shock.

John: well if this hunt fails you can come on the road with me... what are the specifications for your father as proof

Yn: bring back its head or don't bother coming home

John: what if you get injured

Yn: I don't know but I'm gonna assume he'd call that a failure too

John scoffs and unlocks the room door and helps you bring your stuff into the room.

John: well lets unpack and prep... I guess we will see what happens.

You do just that you put your clothes in the dresser drawers, you set up the room with darkening blinds over the blinds already existing.

John: woah sweetheart you don't need to be so thorough

Yn: yes I do its how I was raised, my father always said that it's always better to put down too many protections than too little

john looks at you with wide eyes and an expression of what could only be described as concern mixed with some form of admiration.

you on the other hand were now cleaning and loading ammo into your guns. he watched you doing this and he found himself being more subtly attracted to you.

john: so your father pulled you out of school for this, was it against your will or

yn: your first guess is correct he was horrible about it he literally grabbed me out of my english lit class like a nieanderthal and disrupted every single person in there and knocked my english professor down the stairs in his efforts to drag me by my hair very unpleasantly and forcefully out of there to the car hog tie me and drive my ass back home where he then locked me in my room for 4 days before sending my mother in to explain everything to me why I was dragged out of school and basically having my life disrupted. Like I explained to my parents I want to be normal I want to live a normal life. I don't want to be in this life. But here I am and I am gonna need something to keep me busy if I get exiled from the family.

John now sitting across from you on one of the chairs with an ice cold beer in his hand now paying full attention to your story...

John: wow, your father sounds like a giant pain in the ass

Yn: believe me your not the first person to say that but I also feel like something is off about this entire thing.

John: here's a crazy thought I will go with you to deliver the head of this beast to your father saying you got injured and I was on the same hunt I helped you stay alive to behead it yourself then I gave you a ride home.

You smile lightly at his words now realizing your starting to develop feelings for this man.

Yn: by the way I am very curious to know how old you are my good sir

John had to think about it he knew this could go badly but he didn't care.

John: 40 but in my defense I have 2 sons who are my entire world

Yn: funny you don't look 40 but I can't help feel attracted to you for some reason

John locked eyes with you at that moment for he felt it as well.

John: how bout we prepare for this hunt and then we discuss this further later

Yn: or I could just act...

You get up and straddle John's lap meeting his lips with your own. To his surprise of course but he let go of his impulse at that moment.

You broke the kiss about 15 minutes later when his gun falls off the table.

Yn: I think we should prepare to leave.

John: nah its still a good number of hours before sundown and besides this werewolf is gonna be a piece of cake.

Yn: what if my dad banishes me anyway

John: why do you think he would

Yn: cause he is a egotistical dick and he perceives "getting help" as a failure to do the hunt correctly. He perceives "getting injured" as a invieniance and a failure. He thinks relationships interfere with your ability to focus on the task at hand.

You lean your forehead against John's as he breathes meshing his breathing with your own.

John: well if he doesn't like how this hunt turns out then he can suck it and we will load up your stuff and you can come live with me.

Yn: thank you baby I love you john

You say not even thinking about it. Then it hits you on what you just said a few moments later. You begin searching John's facials for any sign of negative response to your words.

John: I love you too YN! And I know that this won't make up for it but it will be most beneficial to everything going forward.

Yn: I know but I want to actually relax a bit before we head out on this hunt and now I know I don't have to do it alone. Cause I'm not alone I have you!

John: shall we lay down for a bit so we can rest up as its still a few hours to sundown.

Yn: I like that idea. The guns are loaded and cleaned anyway

John takes you up bridal style to the bed, he sets you down and takes off his shoes before crawling in beside you.

John: I know this seems a little quick but I promise you this will be our relationship this is our time and our lives. Damn anyone else who doesn't like this.

Yn: but What if...

John: if I fall in hunt, everything I own will now be your own.

You looked at him with admiration in your eyes.

Yn: but John we

John: I've never been more sure of anything in my life. And I'll be darned if I let anything or anyone tear us apart. Now rest my love I'll wake you up when it's time to head out.

You settle in against John's chest falling asleep as you are lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.

John(to self): oh my god, this girl is incredible but has had to deal with so much trauma for one so young. It's heartbreaking I swear on my life I'll do everything in my power to break her away from it...

You struggle internally as you are externally resting against your man's chest in a cozy little hotel room.

After about almost 2 hours of rest you wake startled from a horrific nightmare of substantial proportions.

John: woah sweetheart it's okay... you're safe nice deep breaths.

You just clutch John's chest in fear for what you saw made you scared beyond belief.

John: what's got you so scared

Yn: I have to tell you something, about a month before my dad burst into my school and pulled me out I saw it like I dreamt it before it happened.

John: you have visions?

Yn: yes and it's so annoying sometimes cause ever since the day before my 11th grade mid term exams I've had visions whenever something major is about to change my life.

John: and did you see this moment.

You nod and smile

Yn: about a week ago. So yes I was kinda expecting this but I didn't see dates or times or anything so I didn't know when this would occur

John: my my my you really are a smart lady!

Yn: and you are a very lucky man!

John: now will you tell me what got you spooked.

You breathed in deeply and felt your heart rate slow a bit...

Yn: I saw the outcome of the hunt. I apparently get injured to the point where I'm almost killed. John, i dont know if this is gonna go in our favor...

John: have faith baby and if you do get injured we will still killthe beast and bring the head home to your father then i will announce my intent to marry you properly... in a years time...

Yn: but you havent proposed

John: and i will or maybe we will just go to vegas on the way back after the hunt and get hitched there before we go back to your father tell him you got drunk after the hunt and i wanted to be a gentleman and not take you without marriage first

You place a kiss to his hand as you snugle in closer.

Yn: thank you baby

john: your welcome now lets get ready to go, its a bit of a drive before we get to where these wolves are

Yn: wolves I thought we only had to find the alpha?

John looks at you for a moment and tosses you an extra box of silver bullets.

John: there will be a pack with the alpha which is why I gave you an extra set of silver rounds

Yn: but What about my vision

John: I swear on my life we will get through this and stop down in Vegas and get married before we get back to your folks to drop off the head to your father

You look at him with tears of joy threatening to spill from your eyes.

Yn: well then I accept and for everything I am I won't let my family stop me from being happy.

John: besides its your life not theirs and your not a child anymore I see a beautiful smart confident woman one I get to spend the rest of my life with.

You put your handheld in your holster as you have now just strapped on your holster and straightened up your shirt and strapped on your ballistic vest

John: why a ballistic vest

Yn: cause I loose way to many shirts by not wearing one. It always depends on what I'm hunting.

John: I guess it also is easy to carry extra bullets too.

Yn: exactly. Now let's get ready

In moments you were loaded John had his bag of weapons and you both were loaded into John's car and on the highway in moments.

John: alright sweetheart you and I have a few things that we need to do number 1 we need to stick together and if we get seperated we stay in ear and eye shot

Yn: number 2 we knock these wolves off their asses and are in Vegas by tomorrow afternoon to be married

john: so you hve it all figured out do you?

yn: yep and we will live our lives for as long as they may last!

john: i say lets get there first and then kick their asses

john continues to drive and you realize that there is a huge chance that your father will disown you anyway and you dont care

john after about an hour of driving stops after he catches something out of the corner of his eye

yn: why are we stopping?

john: cause we are being followed!

yn: by what

john pulls out his handheld and checks the chamber, you also check your handheld and load a few more into the chamber

john: im pretty sure its the target and we are going to fool this thing into thinking its won, and when it gets close enough we will be able to hopefully kill it and be in vegas by tomorrow morning!

Yn: I love this idea and I love the man who came up with it now let's kill this thing so we can get married

John left the car running as you both slowly got out of the car, his eyes went wide at the sight of a large werewolf chowing down on a deer.

Yn: oh my god

John puts a hand on your arm which halts you as it turns to look at you...

John: no sudden movements maybe it won't attack us

Yn: John are you crazy, we are just making it easy for this thing to kill us

John: relax baby girl, it's gonna be just fine

You watch the werewolf now stand on its hind legs and begin to stalk towards you and John...

Yn: I yn take you John as my husband now and forever more as long as we both shall live everything I am/have is now yours

John now realizing what you have just said smiles as the wolf stalks now in striking distance of you and John making his final approach...

John: I John take you YN as my wife now and forever more as long as we both shall live everything I am/have is now yours

John now locks hands with you as he pulls you to stand behind him as he shoots the werewolf with 3 silver bullets one in his arm, one in his leg and one in his back...

John: lets take this one down for good

Yn: and then we go back to the hotel so I can clean out my car and we can make those vows legal

You were now holding your machete as John held your hand to slowly approach and be ready for anything...

John: careful it might still retaliate.

You were ready but first swing it shoved you back and you hit the ground landing on your arm.

You screamed in pain as it shot right up your arm and into your muscles...

John: that's my fiance you beast, now feel my wrath

That's when John shot the beast straight in-between it's eyes it howled as it fell backward dead

John was at your side in seconds

John: how bad does it hurt baby

Yn: my arm John I think it's broken...

John: well lets go clean out your car but first let's put your arm in a make shift sling so we can clean out your car and get to the hospital asap

John then removed his shirt, tore it into long strands

Yn: John you didn't have to use your shirt

John: it's all good baby girl you are way more important than my shirt let's get your arm slings then I will help steady you enough for you to chop off this beasts head

John helps you to stand up and helps you cut off the beasts head. of which John takes and throws it toward the car.

You feel John remove your ballistic vest and gently take your broken arm placing one piece of us torn shirt under neath it and tying it around your neck.

John: lets stand you up so I can tie this second strand around your slinged arm

John grabs your good hand and helps you to stand up, once your on your feet John ties the second piece of his torn shirt around your slinged arm securing it around your waist to ensure that your arm doesn't move

John: alright babe, let's get to the car...

John made sure to grab the equipment putting them in the car before making sure your in the car safe and sound before getting in himself.

John: how does it feel baby

Yn: ugh I can't believe I got hurt... my father is gonna consider this a failure doesn't matter what happens

John: so just cause you got hurt he will still consider this a failure even though you still bring back the head.

Yn: yes he will

John: no offense babe but your father sounds like a great big bag of dicks

You wince slightly as John turns the corner

John: sorry babe

Yn: its okay let's just go get packed up and check out so we can go to the hospital as soon as possible

You sat there and didn't even notice as John stopped at the motel and started unloading the room and your car of all the stuff and then he went to give the key back to the lady at the desk.

John came back a while later and handed you a flask which he opened and you chugged the entire thing.

John: better?

Yn: much now let's go to the hospital my arm hurts like a mother fucker

John laughed as he pulled out of the parking lot and away from the motel

Yn: you really tied down my arm, where...?

John: did I learn that, I was in the military years ago... I am just glad that my skills come in handy.

John smiled hanging his arm around your form as gentle as possible as he drove within reason to the hospital.

Once there he got out helping you slide out and walk up to the door and upon seeing the shape and state of you and John the nurses ushered you both into an examination area and began to treat the wounds...

Nurse: sir did you make this sling?

John: yes I did

Nurse: let me guess military?

John: good guess! It's broken I'm pretty sure anyway we were hiking and she slipped and fell I got hurt sliding down the hill to help her.

Nurse: well your efforts are indeed helpful cause if left out of a sling her arm could have been much worse now ill bring in the doctor and the x ray machine and we will have you both out of here in no time.

As the nurse left the exam room you felt John's hand engulf your own.

John: at least the hunt is done and we can take the head back to your father after the wedding tomorrow.

Yn: he's gonna probably grill the living hell out of you

John: and I'll dish back to him what he dishes to me, cause nothing is gonna stop me living the rest of my life with you

You smile leaning your head on John's hand as he brought it up to caress your cheek.

Yn: I love you too

That's ofcourse when the doctor and the nurse entered the room with a cart and a machine and such stuff.

Doc: my name is dr. Steven, I am going to be patching up yn and I understand you 2 are to be married congratulations! Now yn I know it's painful for you to do this but I need you to put your arm on the x ray bed for me so we can take a clear x ray of your broken arm.

With John's hand engulfing your good one, you loosened up a bit to allow the doc to take your arm and place it on the x ray bed.

Yn: damn it this hurts..

Dr: just a few more seconds yn your doing great

You squeezed John's hand with your good one and felt nothing but love from him.

Steven: alright x ray is all done while those results are coming in we will get you casted and slinged up

Yn: it hurts so much, John we are never going hiking again

John laughs and puts his arm round your waist

John: well not anytime soon anyway and certainly not on a steep hill.

Yn: can we just find someone closer than driving to Vegas to be wed

That's when the nurse spoke up and her words shocked you both

Nurse: well I can probably provide a solution to your not wanting to sit in a car for hours to vegas

Yn: what do you mean

Nurse: im a marriage commissioner means I can marry people, I always have a variety of wedding bands on my person just in case the occasion needs for it

You look at John who just smiles

John: that's very generous of you miss but why would

Nurse: cause I know young love when I see it besides I can't make my own life any better than by helping 2 people who walk into hospital to not have to drive over to Vegas. To introduce myself properly my name is Sheila

Yn: its a pleasure thank you so much

Sheila: no problem now dr Steven should take your fiance to do the paper work while I get you casted and slinged.

You lean into John's kiss to your forehead and watched as he and Dr Steven left the room

Sheila: okay let's get you into a fun cast

Yn: fun?

Sheila: okay so do you want rainbow, or some sort of color combo or you want to be surprised.

You look toward the door and smile

Yn: rainbow, I want rainbow it will make the best out of my sitchuation being to the fact that I probably won't be celebrating my wedding night properly till my arm is healed.

Sheila: just a few weeks but what will you and John

Yn: I'm sure we will come up with something.

*after the casting and slinging and paperwork, you and John stood up in the little hospital chapel in front of Sheila and prepared your vows to the respects along the lines of what you said on the road.*

Sheila: alright say what you both feel

You take John's hand with your good one and smile

Yn: John I always knew I was destined for something greater than just getting a bachelor's and whatever else but what I never expected is to find myself completely and totally in love with you. I can't see myself living any part of my life without you by my side so today I vow to love you with all i am, honor every single choice and decision you make even if it concerns me not, cherish every single precious day with you and to live every day one step at a time with you for us and all we do, always and forever

You fiddle with John's band while he wipes his eye a bit and clears his throat.

John: yn, I never ever thought I'd be at the alter again, not in a million years did I ever see this happening but here I am with the most wonderful amazing woman I've ever seen. You face adversity with a smile and that makes me happy so today I vow to love you with all I am, protect you with everything in my being, respect you and all your choices even if they do not concern me, cherish every single day with you and to live every day with you like it's our last for now always and forever.

Sheila: I now under the blessing of the church pronounce you both husband and wife. you may now kiss the bride

John takes you by the waist and kisses you ferociously

Sheila: alright so here's the paperwork and once you both sign it I will send this off to the state office and your marriage certificate will be sent to an address of your choosing.

John: I have the perfect place.

John writes down the address to send it too and signs his name right above yours.

John: well shall we go wife

Yn: we shall husband. We have a bit of a drive to see my folks

Sheila: didn't tell them did you?

You shake your head

Yn: no they kinda parted from me on a odd terms along with my parents we are also gonna see my 4 brothers.

Sheila: older or younger?

Yn: 3 older the 4th one is my twin

John looks at you and then you realize that you hadn't mentioned that

John: twin huh?

Yn: yes I'm sorry I didn't tell you

John: it's alright

Then he extends his hand to Sheila and Dr Steven both who accept it with smiles.

John: thank you both for everything

Sheila: no problem

Dr Steven: our pleasure and congratulations on the nuptuals. You both are lucky to have eachother.

Yn: thank you Dr Steven, Sheila, I wouldn't be on my way to healing fully if not for you guys.

With smiles and pleasantries exchanged you and John walked out of the hospital and to the car, John helped you get in before going round to get in himself.

John: come on snuggle up ill drive us to just outside your hometown and I'll wake you when we get there or if we have to stop ill wake you.

Yn: sounds good to me, john

John looks at you

Yn: I love you and I know whatever happens I'm in good hands.

John: just rest wife, we will need all our strength to face your family

John said calmly as his hand held your good one and you snuggled against his side and soon your soft snores filled the car, as John drove to just inside your home town.

John pulled over and placed a kiss to your forehead

John: hey babe we are in your town. Shall you tell me where we are going?

You pull up your phones GPS and set it as you straighten out and kinda adjust your hair.

John: just stop you look beautiful

Yn: thanks babe but my dad expects perfection

John: thats horrible. want me to straighten him up

yn: its fine babe, just follow the road and my gps will tell you when to turn.

john held your hand as he continued down the road and about 15 more minutes of driving later you saw the sign and the gate... you ushered for john to stop in front of the gate and you went to press the call button in your access tones.

about seconds later the gate opened. you watched as john drove inside. the party to greet you in the driveway was your brothers your mother and your father.

you watch as john gets out first and grabs the head in the box placing it on the ground in front of your family before coming to help you out of the car.

your twin brother comes up and immediately hugs you gently and warmly.

Greg: welcome home sister

yn: thanks bro, this man is my husband John, john this is my twin brother Greg!

they shake hands and then greg looks at the head in the box.

greg: congratulations sis you did good, in my eyes anyway!

thats when you hear the sound of your father clearing his throat, you back away from your twin and go stand directly against johns form his hand on your shoulder the wedding bands fully visible and shining in the sunlight.

father: what the fuck is this?

yn: the box has the head in it, i got injured and john who is also a hunter was nice enough to help. the car you guys sent me off in was destroyed, my arm is broken and yes father john and i got married. i forsaw this.

your father now with an angry epression on his features takes the final steps toward you, but when he saw you not moving he pulled his firearm.

yn: dad what are you doing

father: he isnt good enough for my little princess.

yn: dad i havent been your little princess since you gave me my first firearm. dont assume that im still that same little girl, cause im not and for the record i know what you did to Marleen.

he drops his gaze for a moment and then tranqs it back to you.

father: you know about her?

yn: mom showed me a photo of her holding me and greg as babies, how dare you kill my sister just cause she got married

your father was shocked when he realized that you now held your firearm toward him.

john: if i may sir, i asked your daughter, she said yes, it was during the time i was saving her, no one knows how long we have and it should count that i saved your daughters life.

your father takes one step toward john but is stopped by my mother getting in the way.

derek: get out of the way suzie

suzanna: no derek look at the chaos you always bring whenever our children return and we cant blame our daughter for trying to be happy. i gave you a chance years ago to turn your life around get help, seek anger managment and yet you continue to be a fucking dumbass.

derek: what did you say?

yn: its true you need to back the fuck off, john and i drove all through the night after being in the hospital for several hours, we need to rest. greg can you take the bags to the guest house and grab the padlock. i dont want to be disturbed with john as we stay there.

john: give me the gun yn

you hand John the gun as John now scoops you into his arms and then faces your father in a stare down

John: look sir I don't give a crap how you run things but you are through giving my wife orders. She took my last name, im her husband, end of story. And what's more I'll progress her training further than ever before anyone who wants to join us can but right now my wife and I need sleep.

Suzanna: welcome to family John, it's good to meet you Greg help your brother in law move him and your sister into the guest house and fortify it so your father can't enter.

Greg: gladly mom...

*after Greg helped you and John get settled he left you both alone. You sat in the chair and looked at the door ad if expecting someone to barge through it... but soon John had you eating a meal he made and he had you getting all cozy for a days rest and relaxation*

Laying in the bed was not comfortable so John unfolded the futon and made you smile.

Yn: what's the plan here babe

John: well I figure I can sleep sitting up enough that you can use me as a bed and the futon is the best place for that.

Yn: but what

John: your twin left a few body pillows and things of such nature to try and make things more comfortable for you while you recover, he will come by in the morning to see how we are doing.

You lean up to kiss John as he smiles through the kiss.

Yn: thanks babe, I can't wait till I'm healed so we can go on a proper honeymoon!

John: well it's our legacy now we can do whatever we want! And till your injured I'm at your service.

That began a very vigorous makeout session. Which led into sleeping comfortably and in complete bliss.

~to be continued~

#spnkinkbingo #supernatural #john winchester x reader #supernatural john winchester smut

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dangerous romance: main couple mania ep. 1

so i love how sailom's instroduction is this is a budgeting king, in debt eating stolen rice porridge. he has a very pre-kinn broke ass porsche-chay dynamic with his brother (?) which is very sweet and also means it won't last five minutes.

oh okay so we get this ship sailing with a wall slam and a classic "do you understand my father funds your scholarship you poor piece of trash" and alksdflkfj

i know i am supposed to see sailom as the victim but he is like full on pete-ing this. he never breaks eye contact. he is like daring kanghan to escalate with his entire body and kanghan did not just go full "since you're my class mate i will be generous and forgive you if you get down on your knees" like that is a) spicy as fuck what the hell and b) going to backfire so hard

HE DID NOT JUST BOW 90 DEGREES JUST TO SPIT ON KANGHAN'S SHOES AND WALK AWAY WITH A SMIRK

he is puzzled by both sailom's actions and by what is happening inside his uniform shorts

honestly, kanghan is the villain here but i struggle to take him seriously as the bad guy because perth a) always looks like he is about five seconds away from bursting into tears and b) has bangs that form a literal heart. no matter how nasty kanghan tries to be - and he tries a lot - the inherent bitch baby-ness just shines through.

literal heart bangs what did i say

this entire car shop sequence is just pure gold for so many reasons. 1. kanghan shows up in his business leather pants looking like he walked off the set of enhypen's blessed-cursed music video and he's driving a mercedes. like honestly, with all that talk i was expecting a lamborghini. 2. sailom's boss actually like... needing some evidence instead of just bending over backwards to please a rich client 3. sailom fucking uno reversing that credit card sneak and humiliating kanghan with the smuggest lil good boy smile and THAT is why chimon is the ultimate snake-cat like he has a face made for scheming.

i am really loving sailom because he keeps his head, is really resourceful and will not take any shit. boy does not hesitate to drag this bastard for filth every chance he gets, beating kanghan in his own game without ever stepping down from the high road.

ooh, we are meeting kanghan's family and they are... both not as trash but also as trash as i expected? like i kinda thought more mafia vibes but if laws of attraction - and real life - has taught me anything it is that politicians are garbage.

on the surface his dad seems almost a jolly good fellow but the conversation with this random girl just confirmed there is something so much darker lurking under the surface. as much as it hurts to have a hyper critical parent, having one who has seemingly completely given up on you can be just as bad.

he's basically been called stupid twice in under five minutes. someone save him.

sailom will not be fooled by a shady ass phone call and neither will he leave a friend behind. this boy will not be distracted by tits with a side of toast. he is a man on a mission.

the way i gasped when i saw this court set up and i have so many questions. do the students just have a cardboard gotham in the basement or - based by the fact we see loose boxes and a shopping cart - did kanghan build this just to prove how big his dick is to sailom ???

chimon's acting is honestly a+ and he is carrying this show. the tension! the absolute rage that is bleeding through! the way he doesn't have to go big with gestures and expressions to convey everything sailom is feeling perfectly - and not just that. you know what sailom is feeling AND you can see his brain working.

kanghan, sweetie, you might want to take a moment and reflect on your obsession with getting this boy out of his clothes and making him kneel.

not gonna lie, i kinda saw this move coming because tropes but god was it satisfying :D the reactions of kanghan and sailom's friends are hilarious (10/10 i am evil tea, he totally ships it) and then the camera pans and you can see all these bystanders just standing stock still, filming giving major horror movie vibes and aaaaaaah

side notes:

i love how his best friend is just "auto." like his parents were "we are poor, naming the kid a vehicle will be fine. no need to bring brands into it."

auto's mom is an actual queen

the teachers are so fucking infuriating but also, that is kind of a sad truth? even when it's not like RICH rich people involved. like for too many adults, it is easier to it off as kids being kids and boys being boys over having to deal with the why and the parents and the drama of it all.

i was bullied in school so like this bubble tea waterboarding makes me feel some type of way? like some of the bullying is very oof-spicy-trope but a lot of it is actually cruel and i really wouldn't recommend this show to anyone who gets triggered by stuff like school violence.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance ep 1 #kanghan x sailom #episode recap reaction whatever #this show is gonna become a guilty pleasure i can tell #can't wait to witness kanghan's journey into being pathetic

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that-bitttch · 2 years

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Reasons I dislike Nancy Wheeler:

1) She just feels super two dimensional to me ngl. Even without taking a look at her character arc and actions, she kinda just.. exists for me

2) her whole personality can basically be summarised as: Independent woman who likes boys and guns. Yes I can and will look further into that if wanted in another post.

3) She is so condescending? Like all the time! Her opinion is the only valid one apparantly and everyone else is below her. Examples of this include: her treatment of Robin, her treatment of the kids, her treatment of Fred and many more.

4) She insults literally everyone. S1 begins with her insulting Steve's intelligence (which i have a lot of issues regarding not just for Nancy but all of the shows characters and I will follow up on this). S4 she insults Fred, a literal child following her guidance, for having differing opinions, IN THE 80S!! as people like to say when defending the shows harsher aspects.

5) her character literally never develops. S1 she began investigating Barbs death and never stopped. Held her feminist ideals *THAT I AM NOT AGAINST FTR*. Got given a gun and boys. And that was it for her. Every single season for her goes the exact same: Something bad happens, Nancy investigates, people doubt her and laugh, gets given a speech to carry on, is proven right, shoots the bad guy.

6) Does not seem to overly care about anyone else? S1 she did not GAF about anything going on unless it affected her. Will went missing? gosh Mike stop acting childish. Barb goes missing? Why is the world so unfair! Nobody is listening to me!

7) Like, she was only really investigating for her own career? In s3 and 4 in the least. She may have posed it to everyone else that she cared about the odd events, but she just wanted to be the first to get the good story. Like talking to Wayne Munson in the beginning and trying to invoke sympathy for her plight. It was just.. Not It for me.

8) she is selfish. Like i get she is a teenager, and teenagers are selfish, but... I would not like her irl unlike the other characters. Not one bit. She is always in everything for herself and she refuses to out herself in other peoples shoes for even a second. Mike is distraught over Will? Lets go have sex with Steve and argue with Mike. Steve wants to pretend a literal TRAUMATISING event didnt happen because he is also, a literal child? Nah he is bullshit. Jonathan decided not to fly down from California, despite literally being poor and having siblings to look after whilst pulling away from a ldr? Nothing she did there was wrong obvs.

9) the way she treats her partners is so horrible. Lets recap. S1- is dating Steve. Okay, so she lies to him about what she is doing with someone who TOOK PICTURES of HIS house without consent. Does not include him, her boyfriend, in her thoughts, and leaves him with the impression she is cheating on him. S2- still dating Steve. Lied to him for a whole year about her thoughts on their relationship. Gets drunk and calls him and their relationship bullshit while implying he is a murderer for something that is not his fault. Acts like it is not her fault when confronting him the next day. Proceeds to fuck off with Jonathan and have sex with him before even ending the relationship properly, and that is after insisting that there will never be anything between the two of you. S3 she just absolutely does not listen to a word Jonathan says and does what she wants whilst expecting him to drop everything for her and follow her around. S4 she puts the blame of their failing relationship on Jonathan and flirts with Steve.

10) she is really entitled. She is like the definition of a spoiled. She is handed things that she wants on a silver platter and is applauded when she gets it? Like she comes from what looks to be a upper lower/ middle class family in a nice meighbourhood with two parents, wanting for nothing, and does not seem to understand when people do not have the same constraints as her. Like she is okay to drop her job at the change of a hat but others actually need the money to survive? It is canon that Jonathan worked A LOT to help pay bills, and babysat Will, and she just, did not understand.

11) she gets applauded for doing the bare minimum. She showed up to help Eddie purely for the inside scoop and because she would look bad otherwise, and is HCed to be his new bestie? She tells Jason to fuck off? Shoots Vecna AFTER it has been set on fire? Like Hopper BEHEADS a whole ass demogorgon after being tortured and starved in Russia, but gets so little recognition.

12) literally risks getting her friends and family locked up/killed by the US government, for her guilt over killing Barb, and the want of a good story to publish. Like they were willing to shoot a shit ton of people for a child abusing lab who had no ides there was a child abusing lab *cough cough Benny*, and shoot a bunch of 11 year olds. They would have had no qualms about getting rid of them all!

13) literally abandons Mike, her BROTHER to go with her fresh BF at the end of s2! She was definitely not needed there, in fact she would have been more useful at the house with Steve and the kids, but nope.

14) Doesnt have a good relationship with her mother for what? Her caring? Like Karen Wheeler has her faults (Billy. Thats enough said) but noone can say she does not care about her kids. And Nancy just takes that for granted. This one is a personal slight, because a parent that offers up good advice, support and genuinely cares? That would be the life!

I am going to stop myself here, because I could probably go on for hours ranting. If you want to discuss any of this with me feel free to drop mw a message or something! No hate though please! I respect everyones opinions and will gladly take part in RESPECTFUL debate about any of this!

#stranger things #stranger things 4 spoilers #nancy wheeler #anti nancy wheeler #anti nancy #anti stancy #anti jancy #anti ronance

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symphopan · 4 months

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Valentine's Blessings

Chapter 1/5: The Crush

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Alex was a bit bummed. It was Valentine’s day tomorrow at his high school, and being a senior, it felt a bit weird that he was the only one who didn’t have a partner. It's not that he was going out of his way to get girls like other guys, but he still wanted someone to be with. The day always made him feel like he was super lonely. The ringing of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts.

“So class, remember to get your assignments in tonight. I know a lot of you might have plans for tomorrow and don’t think you wanna spend time still working on it” The teacher said.

He got up and started putting his stuff in his bag. It was his last class of the day and because today was Thursday, it meant he was taking the bus home.

“So Esther. Anybody interesting ask you to be their valentine?” A girl asked the person standing next to her.

“Ugh… Just the usual ones. None of them are the right one, you know?” Esther said.

Esther, one of the prettiest in school. She had the eye of every guy in school and that meant everyone of them would try to have a chance with her. Of course, Alex also had a crush on her though he never did take his chance. He would learn that every guy who would ask her out would get turned down, so he didn’t out of fear of the same thing happening to him.

“Well maybe that cuz those chumps are me. So what do you as baby, wanna be mine Valentime.” A deep masculine voice said.

“You mean Valentine, Walter?” the girl next to Esther said.

“That's what I said Menia.” He said.

“Marina.” She corrected.

“Yeah yeah. So what do you say Esther?”

“Once again, the answer is no Walter.” Esther said nonchalantly.

“Oh come on. What, am I not good enough for you?” He whined.

“Maybe because you have more muscles than brains.” Alex accidentally said out loud.

They all turned to face him. Well now he’s done it. Walter walked over to him. The big jock only towered 2 inches above him, but was much more built then him. Alex's shaggy black hair, red t-shirt with a black jacket, jean pants, and flat footed shoes, didn’t really help him stand out much. Whereas Walter’s smooth back blond hair, varsity jacket, football team jersey and pants, and nice looking shoes, made him look like the coolest person alive. Although most knew he was kinda dumb.

“What was that twerp?” Walter said aggressively.

“I’m mean… Didn’t your recent girlfriend break up with you cause you couldn’t remember anything about what she liked? And so did the 3 before that?” Alex said.

“So?”

“SO, maybe if you used your head instead of your muscles, you might keep a girl for more than 2 days.”

The girls giggled at that comment. Walter looked like he was in a stun lock.

“Y-yeah well… Y-You're just jealous that you don’t have these.” He flexed as he walked out the room, before running off sadly.

“Why could he not be a girl instead? He’d be a better bimbo than himbo.” Marina said.

“Yeah, and we all know how much you’d love that.” Esther said. She walked over to Alex.

“Hey thanks for that. Alex right?.” She asked.

He nodded. This was one of the few times he got her up close. Her dyed blue-cyan gradient hair went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a neon yellow shirt, with a white jacket over it. Her blue leggings and cyan shoes complemented her legs and he could help but notice how thick they were.

Why must my mind go there? He thought to himself.

“Umm Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with him, Esther.” He says.

“That’s alright. It was really nice of you to do that for me.” She asked

“Oh, don’t mention it. I just hate it whenever guys do that.” He said moving towards the door where they were. “I know right!? They think they’re super cool, but they come off really lame.” She laughed, “You know, given your build I’m surprised that they didn’t try to make you one of them.”

He seemed to shrink down at that comment.

“Oh no, I don’t really fit in with other guys. Never really have.” He said meekly.

“Oh sorry, I didn't mean anything by it.” She apologized.

“No, it's fine. Look, I gotta go catch my bus. See ya.” He said as he ran off.

Esther was left there a bit stunned.

“Esther! Did you see what I saw?” Marina asked, her eyes softly glowing with hints of pink and blue.

“Yeah, I did.” She replied with the same glow in her eyes.

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As he got off the bus, and walked inside he noticed that his parents were still out town for work. He went to the kitchen, and put some pizza bites in the microwave. When they were done he took them up to his room. In his room, he sat on his bed and played a game, one of his favorite RPG’s. As he loaded up the game, his character spawned in.

He thought about his interaction with Esther. Why was he always awkward around her and other girls? While sure, he did seem to get along with girls then he did with most of the other guys, he still felt odd around them. He looked at his character, a cute tech girl he made in the game, and then around his room at all of his figures of anime girls. He flopped back onto his bed feeling bad for having the figures as felt was just being a weirdo.

I should get rid of those figures, they’re kind of weird to own. Tho they’re very cute, and I feel… Happy when looking at them? Ugh… What's wrong with me? He thought.

He didn’t know why he felt like this, but it happened almost everyday. He decided to head to bed early for the day. He hoped that maybe tomorrow, life would change. Little did she know, she would get her wish.

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This story was requested by the lovely @mistresskabooms. I hope you enjoy this little set up, cuz it going to get a bit longer from here. And yes I know valentine's day was a while ago I still wanted to write something leave me alone.

#tg #transgender #mtf trans #tgtf #lesbian #trans lesbian #hey trans girls can have anime waifus too

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yanderelmk · 1 year

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Hey my amazing gang of spiders! I have several questions that has kept me up for almost a two month and I’m running on off coffee and hope.

Anyways

1. Apparently Spiders don’t actually have queens..so technically The Spider Queen is the first ever Spider Queen..or maybe I’m wrong? How does this make you feel??

2. So I kinda figured what kind of spider Goliath and Huntsman is (my fear of spiders could not stop me for looking this up) but what about Syntax and the beautiful Spider Queen herself?

3. Syntax. You. Do you have scars on your back from being turned into a spider? How does it feel being kinda like..a human/spider??

4. Please all four of you step on m—/J/J/J/J🤭🤭

5. What’s your guys ring size?…for research purposes I SWEAR—

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Question One: Spider Queen smiles. "Oooh, this one's interesting! Now here's something not a lot of people pick up on: I was actually a human who had more fun than most girls my age. So much, in fact, that my demon-ification or whatever you'd call it transformed me into a spider demoness. It took me many, many years to become powerful enough to take down all the other spider demons vying for the position of Spider Monarch. Normally a demon's hierarchy is based off of power rather than lineage, that's why Iron Fan is a Princess despite bein' married to a king. It's also why little Red Son is the Boy Sage King despite his old man still bein' up and about. Some of the best years of my life as a spiderling were filled with learning to crush my enemies underfoot with my newfound abilities." She sighs, an annoyed look crossing her face. "I even was powerful enough to become an Empress, but then Sun Wukong ripped it all away from me. Just like he did with my sisters and nephews. But I'm gonna make my comeback. I will get back my empire, and this time I won't let anyone steal my throne." Question Two: "Considering the fact that I am not a purebred spider demon, I suppose you could say I don't really have a "species" of spider. I have tried to test my DNA and match it to spider species, but the most I have is that my species lies somewhere within the Synotaxus genus, hence the name. The fact that my own venom is diluted makes it very difficult to run the proper tests." "As for me," Spider Queen uses a mech leg to push Syntax out of the way. "I myself am a black widow. My venom definitely isn't weakened." Question Three: Syntax's face gets a bit lime from the question in embarrassment. "That...is a rather personal question, but yes. After all, the mechanical limbs burst forth from my back, it did lead to some scarring. I am proud to be the first human-spider demon hybrid of my queen's queendom, though I do admit it can be vexing trying to compensate for the lack of limbs, eyes, and other enhancements prue-bred spider demons possess. However..." He gestures to his mech legs. "I find ways around my shortcomings." Question Four: Syntax steps on your back to use your shirt as a rug to wipe his shoes clean. Huntsman takes a few steps back before running and jumping on your back, making a few loud POPs before falling backwards from the imbalance. Goliath...gently taps your back with his mechanical leg before helping you up. The Queen, however, hops down from her mech to stand upon your back. She's definitely shorter, about 5'8", but she's no different personality-wise. "Just how it should be. Now get up, mortal, if you can stand I wanna be carried on your shoulders!" Question Five: For this Syntax has to do a quick Google search and some measuring. "Let me see... my size is 7.5, Huntsman's is 8, my queen is 7.5, and Goliath..." Goliath looks at his hand, a bit sad. "I don't think any rings would fit me. Probably thirty-five or something."

#lmk #lmk yandere #yandere lmk #lmk ask the yanderes #ask the yanderes lmk #lmk yandere spider queen #lmk yandere goliath #lmk yandere syntax #lmk yandere huntsman #lmk yandere amorous toxicity #lmk amorous toxicity

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hiddlesbummmm · 2 years

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Well hey guys! Here’s my most recent fic! This is a curveball for sure, but I recently started obsessing over The Umbrella Academy and decided to write a fic! This idea came to my head randomly, so I figured I should write about it.

I’m undecided if I will take requests for TUA in the near future, but if y’all like this one, I will consider it for sure 💕😊 Please enjoy!

✨Please note I am only in season 2, so please don’t try to spoil anything past that ✨

⚠️Minor spoilers for season 1/early season 2 ahead!⚠️

Warnings: Minor spoilers for season 1/2, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, brief violence, lots of tickles. Ignore the timeline of the show because I know I’m wayyyy off 😂

Words: 3284 Lee Diego X Ler Klaus (Ben and Five make appearances)

Sobriety Brothers

Ever since he was ripped away from Dave, Klaus struggled with alcohol and drug abuse.

Okay. That was kinda a lie.

Klaus had almost always struggled with his addictions, but it definitely got worse since his lover was killed. But who could blame him?

Klaus’s head was always filled with the moans and groans of the dead, and the numbing of drugs and alcohol seemed to be one of the few things that gave him some peace and quiet.

Klaus knew Ben disagreed with him, and so did most of his family. Ben told Klaus he needed to learn how to block the voices on his own without poisoning his body. Although Ben was probably his closest friend, Klaus secretly enjoyed being able to block him out while passed out drunk in the bathtub.

It wasn’t until Klaus had been robbed for the 3rd time that week that he decided he needed help.

Klaus had woken up in nothing but his underwear with a black eye and nearly broken nose in the back of some sketchy alleyway. Klaus had no clue how he ended up here, but thankfully Ben was able to fill in the gaps.

Klaus typically was not embarrassed to be without clothing (hence the crop tops and holey pants) but for some reason, he was absolutely terrified of facing his family this time.

Sneaking in through the back door, Klaus made his way through the house to find Grace. She confirmed that nothing was broken and gave him an ice pack for his injuries.

A few days later, once Klaus was able to conceal most of the bruising with concealer, he decided to confide in one of his siblings for help. And frankly, the only one he trusted with these types of situations.

As much as he loved and cared for his other siblings, none of them could help as much as Diego could.

Vanya was always timid and strayed away from the bunch. Klaus now realized this was mostly Dad’s fault, but as a child, he had no clue. Vanya was very thoughtful and cared for him recently, but Klaus never wanted to dump his problems into her lap. She was far too kind to need that much emotional baggage.

Luther was number one and very much acted as such. He was a goody two shoes, always wanting to prove he was a leader. Klaus never felt like he could bring problems to him either because instead of getting a hug, he would probably get a lecture.

Allison was by far a close second. She was also kind and thoughtful, but also very distracted with her current life. Especially now with the apocalypse threatening the world and her daughter.

One time, later in their adult life, Klaus had asked Allison to Rumor away his addictions (and get him more money, but that was beside the point). Allison refused and told Klaus he needed to deal with it on his own. Rumoring only made things worse. She also threatened to kick his ass if he asked her again.

And then there was Five. That little bastard. Even as kids, Five was a grumpy, sarcastic, know it all. Five was hard for Klaus to talk to sometimes because most of the things he said made no sense. (looking back, that was probably intentional). Five also probably had an alcohol problem, but Five would never admit it.

Diego seemed to be the best help. In the past, Klaus has asked Diego to tie him up and let him fight the withdrawal symptoms that way. Klaus shivered at the thought of doing that again.

The way Diego reacted to his strange requests was the reason why Klaus trusted in him. There was no shame, no mocking or sassy remarks. Diego just simply grabbed his rope and told Klaus to lead the way.

Before Klaus left his room to search for his brother, he was halted by a grunting sound.

“Something you would like to say Benny Boy?” Klaus drawled out with a smirk.

Ben rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“Are you really that dense Klaus? I told you those drugs do nothing but poison your mind”.

Klaus put a hand over his heart and fluttered his eyes.

“Brother, you wound me deeply. I am not dense. What gives with the ‘tude?”

“Seriously. You haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what!?”

“Diego is in just as much need of help as you are. Instead of going to him for help, I think you should help each other.”

Klaus crossed his arms while he pondered this information.

Ben muttered some insult under his breath and walked over to Klaus.

“Oh shit. I am an asshole, Ben”

Ben nodded and gestured for him to continue.

“He has been a lot more testy and impatient ever since he lost Eudora. Cha-cha and Hazel haven’t helped much either.”

Ben let out a sign.

“You’ve been too drunk or high to notice the full picture, but yeah that’s it. You aren’t the only one with an alcohol problem.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow.

“Diego has been drinking himself silly these past few days. While you have been mourning the loss of Dave, he’s been mourning the loss of Eudora. I know how much you trust Diego, and I’m pretty sure he trusts you too. Being tied up helps you detox, but that won’t work for him”.

Klaus nodded in agreement. Losing Dave was absolutely horrible. And he knew exactly how Diego felt. Especially when her killers were out and about also hunting for Five.

“Okay, Benny. Have any ideas on how to help us both?”

Ben smirked.

“A competition”

Anyone who knew Diego knew just how competitive that man was. He was bad as a child and only got worse as an adult.

As kids, he always made sure he was the first one awake, the first one to meals, and definitely the first to train. If he successfully pinned you, you never heard the end of it.

Klaus on the other hand was way too free-spirited to be overly competitive. He was mostly a peacekeeper and didn’t try to get involved in heated arguments. But Klaus was also knowingly and purposely annoying. He enjoyed pestering his siblings and making them feel crazy. Whenever Diego was standing on his soap box, Klaus made sure to knock him off of it, even if it caused Diego to fall on top of him.

Taking a swig of the closest alcohol to him, (he wasn’t ready to start sobriety just yet)

Klaus went in search of Diego.

****

Diego was miserable. He had a throbbing headache, a sliced finger, and a broken heart. Although he and Patch didn’t end on great terms, he still felt responsible for not protecting her well enough. He had loved her, and now she was gone without him being able to make things right between them.

Diego knew he probably needed to watch his alcohol intake, but he just didn’t care at the moment. The alcohol helped fuel his anger as he plotted his revenge on cha-cha and Hazel.

Just as Diego was about to get up and use the bathroom, he heard shuffling outside his door.

Diego grabbed a knife, poised and ready to fling it at any time.

“Diego, I know you have a knife. It’s just me, your buddy Klaus!”

Diego instantly relaxed and opened the door.

Klaus was in his usual attire; a crop top ripped jeans, and barefoot. Diego noticed the bruising around his eye and nose but decided to not question him about it yet.

“Oh, brother! I missed you! Care to chat?”

Diego rolled his eyes.

“Klaus, I saw you just the other day when you snuck in through the back door. One night stand go wrong?” He teased.

Uncharacteristically though, Klaus didn’t chuckle. Stoic as can be he answered.

“Oh um, no. Robbed actually. For the third time. Assholes took my favorite shirt. Not that it matters because I stole it from a st-“

Diego cut Klaus off.

“You were robbed three times this week and this is the first you bring it up? What the hell Klaus! I can help protect you ya know.”

Klaus shrugged.

“I figured with the apocalypse it doesn’t really matter because we’re probably all gonna die anyway.” Klaus moved to sit on Diego’s bed, crossing one leg over the other.

Diego still processing all that had been said sat at his desk.

“So anyway. Enough about me. I want to talk about you bro.”

Diego looked up and made eye contact with Klaus.

“Me? What about me?”

“Oh don’t be so dense!” Klaus looked over across the room.

“Did I use that term correctly Ben?”

Diego glared at Klaus.

“Klaus, watch it, or else I won’t hesitate to give you another black eye. I can’t hit Ben remember.”

Klaus gulped and then flipped off the space in front of the closet. Diego really wished he could hear Ben sometimes.

“Anyway, as I was saying brother. You and I are more similar than you think. I drink alcohol because I miss Dave and you drink alcohol because you miss Eudora”.

Diego flinched at the mention of her name but didn’t say anything as Klaus continued.

“What I’m trying to say, is I think we need to help sober each other up. What do ya think? Bros before hoes right?”

Diego put down the knife he was fidgeting with. Klaus had a good point. He knew Klaus struggled with addiction issues, but never once considered the fact that his coping methods weren’t exactly kosher either.

More importantly, he knew deep down he wouldn’t be able to fight cha cha and hazel drunk.

“Okay, Klaus. Yes, I may be drinking too much. And no, I will not allow you to tie me up to potentially fulfill any of your kinky fantasies.”

“Silly Diego! You are not in any of my fantasies. Ben suggested we have a competition of sorts. The first one to cave and drink has to do whatever the winner wants as punishment. Buy dinner, tidy up the house, prank Five, yadda yadda yadda.”

Diego contemplated this for a sec. Klaus was way more unhinged than he was. How hard could it be? Besides, knowing Klaus he probably wouldn’t last an hour.

“Okay, man. I’m in. But after I win, just know that I am definitely tying you up because you will need a serious detox.”

Klaus chuckled and rose from the bed.

“It is on pretty boy”

Diego flicked Klaus on the nose and the two of them prepared for a couple of rough days.

*****

Diego was actually shocked that Klaus had lasted through the night. The two brothers had emptied their rooms of all alcohol to ensure neither one was drinking during the night. Pogo offered to be a neutral viewer and watch over the bar.

The other siblings had an inkling that something was going on between the pair, mostly because their emotions and attitudes were much shorter and meaner than usual. But no one knew the details. (Besides Ben of course).

The night was harder than Diego imagined. He had only been drinking for a few days, but being cut off sucked. His headache didn’t go away, and he was very irritable. Worst of all, he really wanted a drink. But his pride wouldn’t allow him to lose. Not yet anyway.

Klaus on the other hand had done something he never thought he would do willingly. Knowing he was unable to control himself, he had bribed Five with a couple of bags of marshmallows to lock him in the mausoleum for the night.

If Five was worried, he didn’t act like it. He just took the marshmallows, locked the doors, and didn’t look back.

Klaus soon regretted this decision, but having Ben with him this time, made it much more bearable. Ben keep reminding him that the soberer he became, the more likely he was to see Dave again.

Klaus held onto that feeling of hope, although he did feel slightly guilty that Diego didn’t have that option.

****

The two competitors met each other in the kitchen for breakfast. Both were worse for the wear. Not much was exchanged between the two, but just enough to know neither had cracked yet.

Klaus left the kitchen first, deciding he needed a bath. Diego followed soon after and decided to clean his room.

Diego was always one who typically kept his room clean, but after not living at the house for a while, he realized he had some childhood stuff to go through.

It took him a good portion of the day to sort through boxes and throw some stuff away. As Diego was rummaging through one of his drawers, he stumbled across something unexpected.

A flask.

Diego looked around to make sure no one was watching and sniffed it. Of course, it was full. He forgot that he had hidden it here after Dad's funeral. Deciding it was best to dump it, Diego emptied the contents down the sink and put the flask in his pocket.

****

When evening came again, it was just Klaus and Diego. Both sitting on the couch watching a rom-com. Both were still a little on edge, but at least the headaches and sweating had gone away.

Neither knew where the others were, but neither really cared either. Diego had made a bowl of popcorn and Klaus made each of them virgin strawberry daiquiris.

When the move was close to the end, Klaus reached for the remote and accidentally knocked over his glass. Thankfully it was empty, but it made a loud clang noise as it hit the table.

Klaus quickly apologized and glanced over at Diego who had jumped in his seat.

That’s when Klaus noticed something shiny sticking part way out of Diego’s pocket. It didn’t take a genius to know what it was.

“Diego! I can’t believe you! And during our movie night nonetheless!” Klaus patronized.

Klaus immediately dove across the couch and tried reaching for Diego’s pocket. Diego, who was a little slow to react, leaned back just as Klaus lunged. Instead of Klaus’s fingers hitting the flask, his aim was higher and poked Diego right in the ribcage. Diego let out a loud squeak and quickly cowered.

Both remained motionless for a few seconds while trying to figure out what the hell happened.

Klaus’s mouth formed into a smile. Not just a normal smile, but a mischievous one.

“I agree Ben. I also forgot about Diego’s sensitivities. Only fair to take advantage, especially with a cheater in our grasp.”

Diego panicked in his bout of confusion and tried to scramble away. Tickling always rendered Diego useless and once Klaus was going, it was hard to stop him.

“I-I don’t know wha-what your talking about Klaus! I-I didn’t cheat!”

Klaus tsked at his brother.

“First you cheated, and now you lie straight to my face? As the winner of our competition, I sentence you to a bout a tickles to pay for your crime. That will help you detox!”

Diego, now more confused than ever, attempted to roll off the couch and run away from Klaus to no avail. Klaus had the advantage as he quickly pinned Diego by landing on his back in his attempt to roll over. Klaus wasted no time digging his nimble fingers back into Diego’s ribcage to render him useless.

Diego started giggling maniacally and attempted to curl into a ball. Diego’s laughter was music to Klaus’s ears as he continued with his attack. Testing the waters, Klaus slid his fingers between the couch and Diego’s belly. He quickly started pinching the newfound flesh and giggled out-loud at the new string of insults and squeals he elicited from his brother.

Diego looked so adorable with his eyes wrinkled and a light coloring on his cheeks. His smile was genuine even though the laughter was forced. Klaus knew they were both enjoying this wonderful distraction, even if neither would admit it.

Diego snorted when Klaus “accidentally” dipped his finger into his belly button.

Klaus glanced behind the couch at seemingly nothing while he continued to tear Diego apart.

“Oh, that’s right! His belly button is another sensitive spot. Thanks for the reminder Ben!”

With this, Klaus wasted no time in working his fingers into Diego’s soft belly again, while also using his other hand to continue on his ribs. Diego never failed to snort each time that evil finger wormed into his navel. With Klaus squishing his back, Diego wasn’t able to arch his back away from the ticklish torture.

“Kl-Klaus! No! Hahaha, stop it! Whahahat the hell man!”

Diego was embarrassed at how quickly he caved. As children, it was no secret that Diego was by far the most sensitive. Tickle fights were not a super common occurrence, but were very entertaining when they did happen. And Diego was one of his family's favorite victim. Whether it be the loud laughter they always extracted from him or just how easy it was to get him giggling, his siblings loved to mess with him. Ben was the typical instigator, which is probably why he was feeding Klaus all his sensitive spots.

Bastard.

“Do you regret it now Diego?? Don’t you know alcohol is bad for you!” Klaus teased as he was now alternating between strumming his ribs and pinching his sides.

Not only was Diego giggling like a madman, but he was also confused as hell.

“KLAUS WHAHAT DO YOU MEAHEHEN!” Diego screeched out.

Klaus decided to give Diego a breather and switched to lightly tracing his nails against his ears and neck, just to keep him giggling but not enough to kill him.

“Diego, you really are dense! I saw that flask you are hiding in your pocket. So did Ben. He’s nodding in agreement I swear on my life.”

Then it clicked. The flask. Of course, Klaus had spotted it! And of course, he had no clue he had dumped the contents.

“Klaus! I dumped it! Swear to God!! Please just stop!“

Klaus immediately ceased after hearing the serious tone in his brother's voice. After his giggling and laughter had died down, Diego explained everything.

“Oh wow. I’m sorry Diego. I saw the flask and just assumed. I’m proud of you for dumping it, I know I wouldn’t have. Looks like the competition is still on then!”

Diego sat up from his seat.

“You know Klaus? I think I’d like to challenge you to a new competition.”

Klaus tilted his head, waiting for his brother to continue.

“How much you wanna bet that I also remember all of your sensitive spots?”

Klaus didn’t even have time to scramble away before Diego pounced. The room was soon filled with more shrieking and giggling as Diego took his time getting sweet sweet revenge.

The two knew they would have to face reality eventually, but why not do it with clear heads and smiles plastered to their faces?

Eternal sobriety was never going to happen, but knowing that they could overcome the temptation of over drinking was a huge accomplishment in itself. Especially knowing that neither had to fight that battle alone.

****

Hours later when Five finally arrived back at the mansion, he stumbled across the two brothers sleeping on the couch: Klaus’s head in Diego’s lap and Diego’s upper body draped over Klaus’s midsection.

Five just chuckled to himself and draped a blanket over the two of them. If ever questioned, he would swear on his life that he didn’t do it.

Unbeknownst to him, Ben was watching the whole thing, and would definitely be telling Klaus.

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