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wildernessuntothemselves · 2 years

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You Are My Queen Now | Part 2

Word Count: 4.6k

Genre: Smut, angst

Summary: Growing up as a child of a minor lord, you had it instilled in you since a young age that you needed to find yourself a rich and affluent husband that would not only provide a comfortable life for you, but would also help further your family’s position in the court. So it was of the utmost importance that you remain a virgin in order to land such a coveted husband.

The problem lies when the man you secretly love, Prince Beomgyu, suddenly and unabashedly propositions you.

Warnings: This a Yandere!beomgyu fic and will contain future noncon so if that is not something you’re comfortable with please avoid reading altogether. This particular chapter includes: handjobs, inexperienced oc, corruption, thigh fucking, pushy beomgyu, switchy dynamics but mostly dom!gyu.

Honestly Beomgyu’s theme song for this series

This really isn’t good for your heart–being tipsy and hiding away in your very own secluded section of the gardens with Beomgyu under the starlight that pales in comparison to the light in his own doe eyes. Yes, it’s your tradition that has become sacred over the years, but it’s here exactly where the trouble first started, and now that you’ve developed this physical relationship with Beomgyu, he’d become very bold in his touches, wrapping his arm around your waist or stealing a kiss when you least expect it, something your poor love-riddled heart can’t handle much of.

And now here he is again, tugging on your hand and demanding cutely that you come closer. “Why are you sitting all the way over there, baby? I’m cold. Come warm me up.”

Anyone else saying these words to you would make you cringe, but coming from his pouty lips, flavored with his unique brand of adorable mischievousness, they only make your heart flutter.

“Because I know what you want.” You try to protest. You know as soon as you’re close enough, he’ll be on you. He’s been insatiable since this whole agreement started. You’d think that helping him get off would take some of the edge off and make him calm down but it seems to only spur him on more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He bites his lower lip in a failed attempt to keep from smiling as he pulls you flush against his body.

God, he’s ten times more beautiful from this close up. And the way he looks down his nose at you with that cheeky smile on his face makes you want to combust. So it’s no wonder that you only put up a minimal fight, just for appearances really, when he leans down to kiss you.

Hungry. That’s a word you’d come to associate with him. Nothing is ever enough for him. One kiss would never do. He comes back in for another. And another. And another until you’re on your back with him hovering over you and you’re both breathless and dizzy from more than just the wine.

In moments like this, you can almost fool yourself into thinking you’re lovers. Isn’t this what lovers do? Steal kisses under the moonlight?

But you’re not lovers. Because what lover would say what Beomgyu says to you next.

"I want you to touch my dick this time. I can’t keep humping you like a dog in heat.”

His words make you stiffen, all the giddiness fleeing from your body at once.

It’s not just him ruining the moment that upsets you, but it’s the way he’s become so pushy with you. Gone are the cautious appeals and desperate pleas. Now he just demands what he wants like you owe it to him.

"What makes you think I have to do that?" You scoff.

"I'm paying for it, aren't I?"

There it is. The root of his entitlement. You suppose you brought this on yourself when you introduced money into it.

Still it hurts your pride.

"I'm not a whore, Beomgyu. I'm only doing this to help you out but I can stop."

Lies. You’re doing this for you too.

Ever since you started this, you’ve accumulated more things now than you've ever had before. Not just dresses but jewelry and all manner of fine things. You finally feel like you fit in with the other ladies. Even if they look at you strangely, no doubt wondering how you came across this sudden wealth. They never outright asked you but you still felt the need to mention in passing how your father’s business has been booming lately. You don’t know if they buy it or not but even with their suspicions, you still fit in a lot more than you did before.

And the other big thing you’re getting out of this is Beomgyu himself. Yes, he’s brash and demanding but he’s not the only one enjoying these debauched moments. Yes, the context makes you feel dirty, but at the end of the day you’re still getting the attention of the man you love. And what attention it is. Beomgyu is positively obsessed with you during these moments. Seeing him so lost in the little pleasure you provide him feels even better than all these riches.

"I know you're not a whore." He breathes against your skin, kissing along your jaw, and you almost relax. But then he continues, “That’s why I chose you.”

He’d have less luck hurting you this much if he was trying.

This is your only value to him, that you're not a whore. It’s not that he’s attracted to you personally. No, you're just the only lady who would let him do these things to her.

"Now can you touch me, already? I feel like I'm going to burst."

You want to cry, but you refuse to do it in front of him. Not just because you don’t want to look vulnerable, but because he’s still your best friend and he’s bound to ask why you’re crying, and you don’t trust yourself not to confess everything to him.

So you grit your teeth and go through with it.

The problem is, you don’t really know what to do. All these times before it was easy to project confidence and control since you made him do all the work, but now you're lost.

But you can’t dwell on it too long or you’ll give yourself away. Steeling yourself, you just go ahead and touch him, your right hand trailing down his body to cup the bugle in his pants.

He sighs, resting his head against your shoulder, and you take that as a good sign to continue. You’ve never done this before but you’ve swiped one book from the library that talks about the ways of pleasuring a man or a woman and you’ve heard little remarks here and there from the maids enough to get a rough idea about it.

As you move your hand up and down his confined length, you remember something you’ve read about the nipples being an erogenous zone for some people. So you move your free hand underneath his shirt and you fumble up until you reach one of his nipples and brush your fingers over it.

He gasps against your skin and you immediately stop, thinking you’ve done something wrong.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, no.” He moans, grabbing your hand and putting it back on his crotch, pushing the heel of your hand down as he grinds into it. “Just didn’t expect you to touch my nipples, that's all.” He laughs, “And didn’t know I was sensitive there.”

“Is that good or bad? Should I stop?” You know you're letting on how clueless you are, but you don't want to hurt him.

“No, keep going.” He groans, sucking a kiss onto your neck that makes you shiver.

“Okay.” You say shakily, your hand going back to his nipple again to rub the little nub, making him groan and grind against your hand.

“Ah, baby. I need more.”

"What do you mean?"

"Put your hand down my pants."

"Oh, okay." You hesitate, feeling like you’ve barely got the hang of this and now you’re thrust back into unfamiliar territory.

Once again, you just gather your courage and do it, squeezing your hand under his waistband and grabbing his bare dick. You suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, but it’s drowned out by the moan he lets out.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” He hisses, continuing to move against your hand, now without the barrier of clothes. It’s a tight fit so you can’t do anything except rub awkwardly over his dick but he seems to like it anyway if the moans he’s letting out are any indication.

"It’s so warm and soft." You marvel at the heat of his member in your hand. You’ve always heard it described as hard, and it is, but you’re surprised by how soft the skin is. “And… wet.”

“That’s what you do to me. You like it, baby?” He hums, pulling back to stare at you. “Wanna see it?”

You do. You know you won't ever get to make love to him, but at least you'll get to imagine it better.

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, sitting back and unbuttoning his pants, making a show of it as he pulls his dick out and strokes it languidly.

It’s too much for you, the way he touches himself while staring you dead in the eyes, and you end up looking away from the salacious sight.

"No, no." Beomgyu tuts scoldingly, grabbing your face and turning it back towards him. "You have to look at it. You have to see what you’re doing to me.”

You take a moment to steady your breathing before you look down at it again.

It’s bigger than you thought, and it’s red, explaining the heat you felt before. Looking at it, you understand why Beomgyu is so horny all the time.

“Is it supposed to be this big?”

He groans. “If you don’t want to get fucked, don’t say things like that.”

You pause. You hadn’t meant it like that, but he seems to like it.

"Don’t just stare at it. You're driving me crazy here." He whines, his husky voice doing things to you.

“I-I don't know what to do." You admit finally, “I’ve never touched a man like this before.”

“Oh, baby, you’re so cute." He leans down to kiss you deeply. "What are you going to do when I tell you I want you to put it in your mouth?"

You gasp, scandalized. “Beomgyu! I’m a lady!”

“I know, baby. A lady who would look good with her lips wrapped around my cock.” He says, running his thumb over your lips as he stares at them, no doubt imagining that exact scenario.

You falter. Is that something you’d be willing to do for him? It’s disgraceful, but you find yourself gulping at the thought of getting to feel the weight of his hot member on your tongue, to taste the wetness that’s seeping out of it in need.

These lustful thoughts fill your mind and you unconsciously poke your tongue out to wet your lips, but end up licking against his thumb in the process. His lips part in a heated exhale and he pushes your tongue down with his thumb, trapping it.

A heated silence follows and you struggle not to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the need that’s burning you up.

Thankfully, Beomgyu snaps out of it, sparing you the disgrace of your own thoughts.

“But that’s for another day.” He murmurs, pulling away from you as he sits back on his haunches, finally giving you the space to breathe in something that isn’t him, helping your mind clear up a bit.

“Come on, I'll teach you how to jerk me off.” He says, grabbing your hand and directing it to his cock. “Just wrap your hand around it, okay?"

“Okay.” With cheeks burning, you take his dick in your hand.

“Good.” He grunts, bucking into your loose fist. "Now move your hand up and down."

You press your lips together in determination and follow his direction.

“Tighter.” He groans, falling back over you and resuming his kisses along your neck.

You tighten your grip around him slightly, not wanting to hurt him, but he doesn’t like that.

“Tighter.” He repeats and you hold him even tighter until it seems to his liking.

“Good girl.” He murmurs wetly against your skin, making your pussy leak even more arousal. “Faster now.”

You follow his demands, pumping his dick faster, the movement causing an embarrassingly lewd noise.

“Yeah, just like that.”

“You like it?” You ask, needing to hear from him how much you’re affecting him.

“Yeah, you’re perfect.” He answers, and everything–his hoarse voice, his moans, the open mouthed kisses he lathers upon your skin–make you feverish. You wish to be touched too, but you can’t ask that of him. You can’t give him more than he’s already taking.

Your thoughts must’ve distracted you, causing you to neglect him, which Beomgyu doesn’t appreciate.

“Why did you slow down? Keep going.” He complains, biting down hard on your shoulder.

There it is again, the entitlement. It annoys you more than it probably should but you can’t help it when you’re trying so hard to get him off when you yourself are uncomfortably wet and neglected.

“My hand is tired.” You shoot back brattily, “I’ve given you what you wanted. If you want to cum then just fuck my hand like the horny dog you are.”

You still your hand, holding it in a tight grip around his swollen length as you stare each other down. You feel your heartbeat pick up even more speed than it did before. He really doesn’t like your attitude, and you get antsy at his lack of response.

When he still doesn’t move, you start removing your hand. “Well, if you don’t want to–”

He growls, moving his hand over yours and tightening it around his length as he starts thrusting into it. "Such a spoiled princess. I give you all these things and you won't even be good for me."

You falter, the new nickname prickling at you. "I'm not a princess." You say bitterly.

"You're my princess." He doubles down, making you feel like a joke. What kind of princess would let a man that’s not her husband treat her like a toy for his sexual gratification? You're closer to his whore than his princess.

"Shut up. Someone could hear you.” You sniff in disdain, deflecting

"I don’t care. Let them see what a brat my princess is being."

Each time he calls you that, you feel more and more humiliated so you do the only thing you can think of to shut him up–you put your hand over his lips.

But this is Beomgyu you’re dealing with, and you can count on him to always find a way to come out on top, and this is no different. He uses this chance to slip your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them obscenely.

"You're such a pervert!" You screech, ripping your hand away, feigning disgust when in reality, the feeling of his hot mouth around your fingers and his tongue prodding at them shoots straight to your pussy, making you wonder what it would feel like if he were to eat you out.

It’s disgusting. No proper lady should ever wonder such things, and it’s all his damn fault.

With renewed zealousness, you go back to pumping his cock, going faster than you did before while simultaneously rubbing his nipple, the wetness making it all the more sensitive and, before long, he gets close.

"I'm gonna cum.” He mewls, mouth parted as his moans never cease. “Gonna spill over your hand."

That’s what you were waiting for, your chance to retaliate, and you suddenly stop.

"Why?" He heaves, looking at you wildly.

"Where are your manners?” You ask haughtily, “Didn’t I teach you to ask nicely for what you want."

"Don't play with me, princess." He growls, his tone brokering no argument but you stupidly don’t back down.

"Don't call me that." You hiss, "Ask nicely, puppy."

That seems to be the wrong decision on your part, for he pulls back and grabs your legs, placing them over his shoulder, making your dress ride up to your waist and his dick come to rest over your underwear.

"Wanna see me act like a dog?” He spits on his hand and gives his dick a couple of strokes. “Then don’t be surprised when I treat you like a bitch."

“What are you–” You’re cut off when he pushes your thighs together around his cock and snaps his hips forward, fucking your plush flesh.

“Oh.” You squeak, the position causing his dick to drag over your pussy every time he ruts his hips forward. And soon, you’re too overstimulated to say anything. This is the first time you’ve gotten so much direct touch before and you don’t know how to handle it.

Unfortunately, Beomgyu notices it too.

“Finally gonna behave?” He mocks, smacking the outside of your thigh, no doubt seeing how dazed you are as your body jostles with each of his thrusts, your tits jiggling obscenely and the doughy flesh of your thighs engulfing his dick. You can’t even help the little gasps and moans that are forced out of you by his rough thrusts.

“God, look at you. You look like you’re being fucked for real.” He drawls, his eyes eating you up. “And you sound like it too.”

You immediately bite down on your lip to silence your moans, but they still burst out of you every time his hips slam against yours, and they excite Beomgyu to no end.

“Gonna cum for you, baby. Can I please cum?” He asks sarcastically.

You wish you could say no. The way his hips are slapping against your ass and his cock drags over your pussy have you so close to the end yourself, but you can’t expose yourself to him and you can’t tell him to stop without explaining as he’d think you’re messing with him again.

“Yes, cum for me, Beomgyu.” You whisper as seductively as possible, and he finally breaks eye contact as his hips stutter and he looks down to where his cum lands on your stomach. It feels warm and entirely based. And for a moment you get an out of body experience and you look down at yourself, splayed over the garden floor with the prince’s cum soiling you.

It’s not right. What you’re doing is not right.

But you can’t dwell on it for too long because you’re suddenly forced back into your body when his thumb brushes over your clit. "Look how wet you are. You like playing with me, baby? Making me go crazy just for a little touch?"

Your legs shake around his head. You’re so fucking close, all it would take are a few more strokes and you’d be creaming your underwear.

"Beomgyu, stop." You mewl before that can happen. He's been trying to touch you even since that first time, never once getting discouraged by your constant rejection.

You use your legs that are over his shoulder to try to push his torso away but that only brings his head down to your lap as he resists you, and now he’s face to face with your pussy.

"At least let me taste you." He says, before he flattens his tongue along your clothed pussy, making you yelp and squirm until you manage to scramble away from him.

"Stop it!" You pull your dress down, covering yourself.

"Why are you being so stubborn?” He grabs at your ankle, “I know you want me."

“I don’t!” You lie through your teeth. “Let me go or I’ll stop this whole thing.” You threaten, watching him clench his jaw, clearly displeased with the fight you’re putting up. But he lets you go and you stand up, straightening your dress–or straightening it as well as you can after the events of the night–and demanding he take you back to your room.

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You’re such an idiot–-you think as you rush through the halls of the palace, running late to breakfast because you spent way too much time last night touching yourself to the thought of Beomgyu’s mouth on you, his lips around your fingers, his dick slipping in and out your thighs, the heat of it seeping through your underwear to your sopping pussy…

Fuck, you can’t go down that rabbit hole again or you’ll not only be late for breakfast but you’ll have to sit there soaking through your undergarments in the presence of the entire royal family.

You’re bursting through the dining hall door, apologies already tumbling out of your lips, when your eyes catch the gaze of an unfamiliar person and you screech to a halt.

The man smiles lightly, pretty dimples showing even with that slight smile, making your heart flutter. Who is this devastatingly handsome stranger?

“Oh, good morning, sir.” You sputter, staring at him dumbly.

“Good morning, beautiful lady.” He greets you back, his voice sweet and light and so melodic it almost distracts you from the fact that he called you beautiful. You have no idea how to respond to that. No man has ever called you beautiful before.

You’re lucky the king chose now to speak up or else you would’ve made a fool of yourself just standing there and staring at the stranger.

The king helpfully introduces the newcomer as Lord Taehyun, the head of the Kang family.

You immediately straighten up. The Kang family is one of the most ancient and dignified noble families in the kingdom, probably second only to the royal family themselves. They control the harbor that lets the sea trade into the kingdom, so it goes without saying how much power they hold. Even worse, they’re renowned for their ruthlessness. They have to be, since they not only let the sea trade into the kingdom, but they also hold down the sea border and protect the kingdom from any pillaging or invading forces.

It’s even rumored that the man standing in front of you has killed his own father in order to become the head of the family. Of course that’s just hearsay, but that doesn’t make you feel any better.

“Apologies for my rude interruption, my lord.” You bow deeply. God, you hope he doesn’t start demanding they take your head off for ruining his breakfast. “I’ll take my leave.”

“Don’t.” Lord Taehyun speaks out, his gentle voice but it stops you right in your tracks. “I will not have such a beautiful lady suffer through an empty stomach on my account. Please, have a seat.”

You blush at his unexpected kindness, scurrying to your seat with a low “Thank you, my lord.” before he thinks you’re disobeying him.

Once you’ve sat down at your designated seat next to the other ladies, you hazard a glance towards him, only to find him staring back at you with that same smile, and you quickly look down again.

“And what is your name, pretty lady?”

You jolt when you hear his voice, not having expected him to acknowledge your presence again. You tell him your full name, your voice uncharacteristically weak.

He looks a little puzzled at that. “Forgive me but I’m not familiar with your family, my lady.”

The queen speaks up before you can. “That’s because it’s a small family. Minor really.” She says, almost disparagingly, and you’re taken aback.

You know your family isn’t much, but no one in the royal family has ever spoken that way about it, at least not to your face. It makes you feel so small in front of such a powerful lord and you stare down at the plate in front of you in shame.

“No matter to me. It just means I have more to learn about the beautiful lady.”

You breath catches in your throat at that and you look up at him in disbelief. Is he… flirting with you?

You hear the sound of a glass being slammed against the table and you look to the source of the noise to see Beomgyu staring Lord Taehyun down. The other man looks at him with mild interest, no doubt wondering what his problem is.

Luckily, the queen interjects, diffusing the tension. “So, Lord Taehyun, are you ready for the next archery competition? Beomgyu has been practicing so much lately. I think he’ll finally snatch the title of the best archer in the kingdom from you.”

Oh right. Lord Taehyun always wins the archery competitions the crown holds. He’s supposed to be a prodigy in the field. Not that you’d know. You’ve never been allowed to attend these competitions before as Beomgyu insists that it’s really no place for a lady. But you don’t understand how that could be true when his own mother and sister attend them every time.

Lord Taehyun lets out a short laugh. “I’d like to see him try.”

You throw a glance at Beomgyu's way. You know that must’ve irked him. He’s always complained to you about his losses against this man and how much he wishes he could take him down for once.

You can see Beomgyu’s grip tighten around the utensils he’s holding. “You will.”

“I wish I could be there to see that match.”

You don’t know why the hell you spoke up, but suddenly, the whole table’s eyes are on you.

“Why don’t you come?” Lord Taehyun cocks his head to the side.

“Oh, I…” You trail off, glancing at Beomgyu again, and you wonder if he’ll actually disintegrate the knife and fork in his hands from how hard he’s gripping them.

“Better yet, why don’t you come down with me to the archery range and I could teach you to throw a couple of arrows yourself.” He grins at you invitingly, and your jaw slackens.

“I could never.” You breathe out, once again looking to Beomgyu. You know he wouldn’t like that. He’s always told you that a lady shouldn’t worry about such things and that it’s a man’s job to protect her when you’ve mentioned to him how much you’d like to learn archery. “It’s unladylike.”

“Nonsense. Everyone could benefit from learning how to defend themselves, even women. Especially women.” Lord Taehyun says.

“I guess so.” You reply in a small voice, unsure of what’s happening right now.

“Then it’s settled. You’ll accompany me to the archery range?” He asks, then turns to the king. “That is, if the king would allow me to make use of the palace’s range.”

The king hesitates for a moment before replying, “I’m afraid I can’t, my lord. The guards are scheduled to have their practice there today.”

You deflate at that. You hadn’t realized how much you wanted this until the king said no. It’s not just the archery, either. It’s lord Taehyun. This is the first time a man has expressed an interest in you and you were so looking forward to exploring that. Maybe, just maybe, your dream of getting married to a powerful man wasn’t completely hopeless. But now you’ll never know.

“That’s a shame.” Lord Taehyun ponders for a moment as you sit there lamenting your bad luck. “No matter. I’d still like the company of the beautiful lady if she’ll have me. What do you say you accompany me on a stroll through the palace gardens after this, my lady?”

Your head snaps up so fast you’re afraid you might’ve cracked your spine.

“I-I-” You attempt to formulate any sort of an intelligible response, but Beomgyu beats you to it.

“She can’t. She has obligations.” His voice is sharp and his expression is hard.

You stare at him in confusion. “But… I have nothing.”

“Yeah, you do.” The princess pipes up suddenly. “I need your help with something.”

“Oh.” You say dejectedly. Seriously, how rotten is your luck?

“That’s okay.” Lord Taehyun gives you a patient smile. “I’m staying here till the morning. We could just arrange something later. What do you say, my lady?”

“I’d love that.” You breathe, simultaneously feeling like the luckiest and unluckiest girl on the face of the earth.

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A/N: oh my god I worked so hard on this chapter so you guys better give me some feedback. Also what personality would you like taehyun to have?

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #yandere!txt #yandere

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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 4 months

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yandere(s) x gardener pt7

warning: kidnapping, yandere stuff, unedited writing

you are starting to wake up from your...nap? as you open your eyes, you look around. your not in a room thats familiar to you, you try to sit up, but you quickly notice you can't move. your legs are tied together, in several spots, ankles, knees, and thighs. your arms in a similar matter, but only tied at the wrist.

"hey cupcake, try not to move too much, I don't want you to get rope burn"

cupcake? you look where the voice is coming from, and there Cash sits, in the corner of the room sitting on a chair. All you can feel is rage.

"what the fuck are you doing??? Cash you better untie me right god dam now."

"you know I can't do that"

"and why the fuck not!?" you yell.

" Darlin please, don't be mad, I'm doing this for us, so we can have a life together."

"what are you on??? are you saying you like me? cause this is surely a fucked up way of saying it"

Cash cringes at your response, he knew you were't gonna take this well, but what other choice did he have?

"I didn't have any other choice! you were leaving me, and I wouldnt be able to see you till spring!" Cash starts to raise his voice

"Leaving you? I was still gonna keep in contact with you over the winter! you gave me a place to stay during a really scary situation, but after this you can forget about me ever wanting to come back to this place! I mean honestly! to think I was actually developing feelings for you, makes me feel sick. where even am I!?"

Cashes eye widen. Had you really been developing feelings for him? did he ruin his chance with you? Cash was starting to feel guilty, finally realizing he might have gone too far.

"Cash?"

no. this couldn't be, maybe he did fuck this all up, but even then those feelings you once felt can reoccur. If he just does everything right, keeping you safe, warm, and feeling loved and wanted , you'll understand that you two are meant to be together.

"CASH!"

cash is forced out of his thoughts "y-yeah?"

"where. am. I?"

"oh, your in our guest house. we have a little house with the basic necessities if any family chooses to visit us.."

come to think of it, you do remember a smaller house farther down the road, but it never came up in conversation and you had no need to ask about it.

" what about all my stuff? I have a moving company coming tomorrow to move all my things to my new place"

Cash chuckled a little bit "oh darlin, its already been dealt with. i told them too load everything into a storage unit for you" Cash came closer, and sat on the bed next to you, he gently moved a stray hair out of your face.

already dealt with? What day was it? had the day of your moving already pass?

"what day is it?"

"Tuesday. I went into town this morning and dealt with everything for you...since you were still sleeping and all" Cash started to caress your cheek

you are freaking out. cash has basically canceled your plan to move, you don't know where all your shit is, let alone your cell phone, you can't move, and your stuck psycho.

Cash can see the panic in your eyes starting to build "shhh, its gonna be ok darlin... I need you to calm down, ok? it's all gonna be fine, I'm gonna take care of you." Cash gives you a kiss on top of your head and stands up "now I'll be right back ok? I'm just gonna get you some food m'kay?"

As Cash walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. you use this time to get a good look of the room your in. Its a pretty plain room, with white walls and a wooden floor, theres a mirror hanging on the wall across from you, but other then that theres nothing on the walls. theres a wooden drawer also across from you and two nightstands on each side of the bed you were laying on. the sheets of the bed where a burnt orange colour. and when you really looked, you realize some of the things in the room where from your house, like the lamp on the nightstand, one of the extra blankest was one of yours. some of the books, jewelry, hair accessories, all little things that Cash could hold in his truck. you suspect the drawer was probably full of your clothes too.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------POV CHANGE: david

David is pissed, after your little...kerfuffle a fews days ago, David did end up coming back to your house to try and talk to you again. But he found out rather quickly that you weren't home, when he checked the cameras in your house, there had been no sign of you being around and when he checked the tracker that was on your car, it said that you were at the ranch that you work at once a week, this would all be normal... if it wasn't 6:30pm. you were always home during this time, so why not today?

David chose to give you a few days, maybe it will sort it's self out.

So David waited, he allowed you a week , and during that whole week David was freaking out. who the fuck is she staying with? Are they better then me? how close are they? y'know, the normal questions. he tried to do research on who owned the ranch, but there were no pictures or any kind of social media the rancher was on.

eventually Davids phone buzzed, it was an alert from the camera's he set up in your place, saying they have spotted movement. He never opened his phone so quickly, excited to finally have you back he could finally talk with you and sort everything ou-

wait a sec. thats not y/n, no those are two buff dudes moving her furniture....wait what? it looks like they were packing all of her stuff, what was going on??? did y/n get kicked out? who was that guy that was there? he didn't look like he was one of the movers. he was tall, with mid length, light blond hair and a bit of a stubble. he was skinny but definitely has some muscle on his arms, he seemed to be collecting a few things, things likes clothes, a lamp and other small nick nacks, but he wasn't putting them in boxes like the movers, no he seemed like he was packing it up to put in his truck.

something about this guy was making David angry.

'I bet thats the fucking rancher' David thought to himself.

after David watch these pigs pack all your shit up, David had made the decision that he was gonna come get you. even if it meant he needed to ram his car through this fuckers fence.

David packed everything he could possibly need, unsure of how tonight was gonna go. he checked your tracker, still at the ranch, he put in the location in his gps and got in his car.

after a bit of a drive he finally made it the gates of the ranch, there were camera's all around the entrance. the gate was made out of metal but he was sure a full speeding car could break through. David didn't really care if his car got recked, he had money and lots of it, if he really needed to, he could just buy another one tomorrow.

David lined up his car with the gate entrance, reversed a bit and then shifted it in drive again, and fucking floored it.

the car and the gate clash, metal on metal scraping against each other. but the car made it through, alarms were set off and now blaring. David speeds up the road and finds the first house he see's. he parks his car and starts knocking on the door of the house like a mad man.

the door opens only to reveal an old women, she looks startled and confused "h-hello?"

"wheres y/n?" David says sternly

" what? y/n? she left this morning"

"thats fucking bullshit and you know it! where the fuck is she!"

"I swear! I don't know!" the older lady tries to close the door, but David pushes past her, making her fall, she yelps in pains.

David is ripping the house apart, looking for you, it takes a few minutes to see that you aren't here, he checks his phone to see where your tracker is, its a little more up the road, he leaves the house, running to the next possible building, and he see's it. its a house but a smaller one then the one he was just in, he heads towards it.

unknown to David, the older lady manages to pick her self up and grab her phone, she calls her son.

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POV CHANGE: you

Cash walks back into the bedroom with a bowl of what seems to be some sort of soup. he deeps a spoon in and then reaches the spoon out to you, he's trying to feed you.

"I'm not eating that." you say

Cash is looking frustrated with your unwillingness.

" now darlin, you gotta eat. and you know i can't untie you, so this is the your best option... plus ma made this soup, and you it's good if ma mad-" Cash was cut off by his phone ringing, he checks to see who's calling, its his mother.

"hello, what do you need ma?"

"someones here."

cash froze "wha-"

"someone is here! and there looking for y/n! I think its that creep she told us about! I tried to tell them that they already left, but he's convinced that she's still on the property!"

"I'll be right there." Cash hangs up and stands up

"now I have to go deal with something real quick, ok? you just stay here and be extra quiet alright darlin?" he gives you a peck on the head and then rushes out the door.

you didn't hear all of what was said on the phone, but you did hear that someone was looking for you. this could be your chance, your chance to get away from cash and go back to your normal life.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------POV CHANGE: Cash

after the phone call from his mama, he rushed outside. it didn't take long to spot a guy heading his way. he had short black hair, slightly shorter then himself and was thicker built. But Cash had always was stronger then he looked, so he wasn't worried about taking this guy on.

"you! where the fuck is y/n!" the guy yells

"thats none of your concern" Cash spoke

"I know she's here fucker, and I know you've been keeping her from me!" Cash was a little surprised by that, how would he even know that? did y/n tell him some how? however he found out, it doesn't matter, what matters is getting this guy off the ranch.

Cash takes the first swing, punch the dude right in the face, and quickly uppercutting (is this the right term?) him a few times in the stomach. this dude pushes him off, hits Cashes knee so he falls to the ground and then slams his fist into Cashes head... a few times.

Once David had nocked blondie out, he turns towards the small house, he can see your car parked behind the building. he rushes inside and starts calling your name

------------------------------------------------------------------------------POV CHNAGE: you (are the pov changes too much?)

you hear someone ram through the door and start to call your name.

"y/n?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU!!??" you realize its David thats calling for you. how did he know I was here?

not wanting to stay here any longer, you call back to him "I'm in here!"

soon after you shout, David practically runs through the door, quickly scanning the room landing his eyes on you. "oh baby!" he rushes towards you untying your ropes. "what did they do to you?"

"I'll tell you later, lets just go!" you grab Davids hand and rush out of the house, you see your car, but you have no idea where your keys are.

"I have my car, its just down the road!" David takes the lead now, running towards his car. thats until someone grabs your other hand, its Cash. his face was all bloody, so was Davids but Cash was more so, and he had a firm grasp on your hand.

"Darlin, don't let this creep take you! don't you remember what he did to you? please baby, just come back inside and we can talk this out" Cash looks at you with soft eyes, if you still had feeling for him, it would be a tempting offer, but this man kidnapped you and tied you up... so you kicked him right in the balls.

Cash crumbled to the ground groaning in pain, he had let go of your hand from the pain. you took this opportunity and run with David to his car.

once you both get in, david slams on the peddle and starts heading towards town.

you felt relief, but it was quick to turn into a new kinda dread. Cash wasn't a problem anymore, but a new one arose, David.

"where are we going?" you ask

"home." David answers simply. you had this feeling he didn't mean your home, but his.

you started to think about how much it would hurt if you just jumped out of the car. it would give you a chance to get away from both of the insane men in your life, and slowly you started to reach for the door handle.

"don't you even think about it." David speak and is quick to grab your hand and keep it in place.

"I already lost you once, I don't need to loose you again." David softly smiles at you.

...

it was silent in the car for a bit, until a question popped in your head.

"how did you know where I was?"

David shuffled in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the question. "it doesn't really matter how, just that i did."

"David. how did you know where I was"

" it's really not the impor-"

"David."

"FINE, fine...I have a tracker on your car."

you were shocked, not expecting that to be his answer. you rest your head in your hands and start to laugh while crying.

"oh my god! haha, it wouldn't have mattered what i did, did it?" you say

"what do you mean?" David asks

"what i mean is, I willing chose to stay at that ranch to take a break from you. so i could get some fucking sleep and not have to worry about you showing up randomly at MY home! the plan was to stay at the ranch for a bit, find a new place to live and move. and i did find a place to live and I was suppose to be in my new place right fucking now! thats until Cash went... the point is, even if i did move, you would still know where to find me and you would still have knocked on my fucking door bagging for a second chance! I wasn't gonna loose you like i planned..." after going off on your little rant, anger started to to fill you, you slip your hand out from Davids grasp and start hitting him with all your might

"ow! y/n your hurting me!"

in between every word you spoke you would hit him once more "you. ruined. my. life!"

David was quick to pull over the car, not like you noticed you were too busy trying to give him what he deserved.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YO- MMMHF!!" before you knew it, David had grabbed a cloth and put it against your air ways, you were suddenly feeling very sleepy, and shorty after, everything faded to black...

Dear lord, that was a lot to write, hope ya'll liked it!

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A Royal Valentine's Day

Gabriella sat in the limo as she heading back to the palace she had a meeting with a duchess and had established a trade negotiation with her. She felt good and was ready to tell Liam all about it. She pulled out her phone and looked at the date Oh geez look at the time will I be able to give Liam his Valentine’s gift I really wanted to do something amazing for him She sighs then smiles Well it’s ok I can still do something for him I bet he’s not even back with all the meetings he has

The Limo pulls up to the palace gates and Gabriella walks inside she looks around and sees no sign of Liam It sounds quiet I guess he’s not here She walked up the stairs to their living room and saw a note on the table

Gabriella,

Happy Valentine’s Day my love I’m waiting for you at a secret location but first I’ve got some surprises for you what they are I can not tell you’re gonna have to find out for yourself. Now head to the limo I’ve the driver instructions on where to take you. First put on the dress I left for you on the bed and head outside love you with everything within me

Liam

Gabriella grinned widely as she headed to the bedroom and saw a beautiful simmering purple dress with shoes and jewelry next to it she quickly puts it on and admires herself in the mirror “Liam has amazing taste” She heads out her door to the limo then drives away

****

The limo pulls up at the airport and Gabriella gets on the private jet she smiles as she drinks her wine Liam is always doing over the top things for me I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me The plane lands in New York and another limo brings her back to her old bar Gabriella steps inside and her eyes light up as she sees the place decorated with millions of rose bouquets Gabriella smiles as she reads a note on one of them

My Love,

Remember when we first met here? I know I was with the guys all night but my eyes were only on you. I couldn’t stop admiring at how beautiful you were and still are. Honestly I’ve never had my heart skip a beat as it did that night and I remember everything you did for me to see the Statue of Liberty and then when we kissed I swear fireworks when off it was such an amazing night. I’m repaying you back for that night 100 times over but even this could not amount to love I have for you. Now head to the next destination my love

Liam

Gabriella felt tears coming to her eyes “Oh God Liam you’re gonna make me cry” She took one of the bouquets and headed to the limo. The limo takes her back to the jet and the jet lands back in Cordonia and the limo takes her to the palace gardens she heads to the center of the maze and sees a table with multiple boxes of chocolate she reads the next note

Love,

Remember we came here during the ball and I confessed how much I love you. To be honest with you I knew I was in love with you while we were in Lythikos and we spent that time in the hot tub together. I wanted to tell you during the beach party but wasn’t the right time and we got interrupted by those animals running around. After all the time we spent together I wanted to make sure when I said it would be the perfect moment. I almost lost control a few times specifically while we were at the Beaumont estate God you were so beautiful and it took everything within me not to ravish you right there. Now I can say it whenever I want and have you in my arms everyday I love you. Now off to the next stop

Liam

“Aww Liam this is so sweet” She opens one of the boxes and eats the chocolate “Mmm this is good I wonder what else is in store” She heads to the limo. The limo drives her back to the airport and she boards the jet and the jet lands in Paris. She heads to the limo and it stops at a hotel. The front desk people hand her the room key and Gabriella heads to the room and opens the door. There’s a single box on the bed and she opens it her eyes go wide at the sight of the necklace and earrings inside she reads the note beside it

Love,

All throughout the engagement tour with Madeline my mind was all on you I couldn’t get you out of my head I wanted to do so much with you throughout it. Honestly it was disgusting that Madeline even offered me that deal but I had no choice but to take it since there was plot against you. But once we figured it out I was so glad to finally be with the woman I love so much. The tour we had I was much happier to know that we were planning our wedding and that I would officially call you my wife. The happiest day of my life was the day we stood at the altar and said I do. I swear I stopped breathing the minute I saw you in that dress and don’t even get me started on the reception one you drove me so wild. The box I left you well these are my mother’s jewels I want you to have it because I know she’ll want the woman that I love and cherish to be wearing them. I’m giving them to you because no other woman deserves it more than you I love you. The last stop is where I am I can’t wait to see you

Liam

Gabriella can’t hold back her tears “Liam this is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever given me this is so amazing” She takes a deep breath and fans herself “I’m gonna need a minute before I go see him” She takes another deep breath then heads to the limo. The limo stops in front of the Eiffel Tower and Gabriella grins before she eagerly heads to the top where Liam stands enjoying the view of the city.

He turns smiling “There’s my beautiful queen”

Gabriella jumps into his arms then kisses him deeply his arms tighten arounds her before she pulls away giggling “I can’t believe you doing all this sending all over just to get here you could have just told me to come here”

Liam chuckles “What’s the fun in that?”

“You’re always doing over the top things for me”

“If I had my way I broadcast to the world how much I love my wife but spoiling her with a million gifts that’s even better”

Gabriella grins “I love you too Liam you’re so amazing and I’m so happy to be with you”

“I love you more Gabby more than you can imagine more than you ever dream to me everyday is Valentine’s day with you” He kisses her deeply as the fireworks go off in the background

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Sacrifice - Chapter 6

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Summary: This winter has been brutal, and you’re out of options. So, with teary eyes, you take your best goat into the woods, hoping for some pity from whatever god finds you.

A/N: My laptop is undergoing some maintenance right now, and I’m posting this from my iPad. So if you see any editing/formatting errors...No you don’t, haha. (Also I’ll add all links to chapters once I get my laptop back!)

The changeling house is an hour's walk downstream from Aurelius' home. It occurs to me to mark my trail as I walk so I can find my way back, until that first look and I see the tree stretching so far into the sky it disappears through the clouds. It makes the sigil on my back itch, and suddenly I'm not concerned with getting lost anymore. So I follow the river's winding path, over slippery stones and muddy banks. Anything that may have gotten in my way, be it animal or fae creature, all scurry out of my path.

In one arm I hold a basket of fruit from Dachaigh, in the other a book from the library. It didn't disappear when I stepped out of the house, a sure enough sign that I wasn't ripping a piece of Dachaigh away once I left. I only mean it as a tool, a piece of information to trade in case the food isn't accepted.

The cover is lined in gold filigree, but has no title on the cover or the spine. The pages inside are strange, with slanted, irregular text that cuts off at odd places, or rotates around so one would have to read the book upside down. The perfect, typed font tells me it wasn't written by hand, so it's not one of Aurelius' journals, therefore I felt safe enough being able to trade it away.

So down the winding river I go, stopping to sip from the stream and pluck a grape from the basket every now and then. The day is lovely, as always, small feathery clouds dot the sky, the sun lights up the forest floor, and I take the time I'm walking to appreciate just being outside.

Aurelius won’t notice that I’m gone. It’s a thought that strikes at my heart, a hot iron dunked into cool water. Alongside it is the thought that if I’m timely enough, if I make it back before sundown, he would never realize that I left at all. The alternative isn't comforting either. That he knows exactly where I am now, and where I'm going, and he doesn't care.

I feel my control over this situation with him is slipping. Not that I had much to begin with, but the small amount of influence I had is all but gone. The extent of these festival preparations, deciphering his notes, has only led me so far. I 've read what I could and thrown the rest to the side.

The house comes into view through the thickness of the trees, a two-level cottage with a garden to the side, and a stone path to the door. The roof is tiled orange and black, and the walls are colored cream. There's smoke swirling out of the chimney, and I step up to the door and knock.

Gregory implied that I could visit, and I hope he wasn't being facetious, because I'd love to visit the other humans here on a regular basis.

I’d wondered what they’re like, if they’re all similar to Gregory, or if they’re like the fae I’ve come across. Will they reject me, or bring me into their home? Trick me?

Just as I decide it's been too long of a wait and turn to leave, the door creaks open, and a familiar eye catches the light. I offer a small wave and a smaller smile, and the door opens fully to reveal Gregory. He's got a shiny gold shirt on and poofy black pants that end at his knees. His hair is mussed, and there's smudged golden paint around his eyes that speak of sleep— I must've woken him up. Still, after looking me up and down, his face breaks into a smile.

"It's you!"

I offer the basket. "I brought food."

Gregory claps his hands together in delight. "Lovely! Come in, please."

He waves me in, his gold ear jewelry catching the morning light, and I step across the threshold only for my jaw to drop.

The cabin is huge and open, the front room has couches and cushions around a low table, with large windows on the far wall that show a beautiful river just a stone's throw away. There's hallways to my immediate right and left that lead into open sitting rooms, and a staircase on either side leading to the second level.

Gregory, unaware of my awe, continues forward as naturally as I would in the library. He leads me towards the back-right of the main hall that turns into the kitchens, a huge space with a rectangular island in the middle. I follow him only after quickly scraping my muddy feet on the welcome mat and running to catch up. My bare feet slap against the tile, causing Gregory to look back at me, then down to the dried mud caking my ankles and the hem of my dress.

I'd used my first dress, my original dress, for this journey, as I didn't want the nicer ones I'd just finished to pick up mud. I realize that was a grave mistake, and I shift the basket into both of my hands in a futile attempt to cover the mud. Gregory doesn't say anything, only purses his lips and continues into the kitchen.

Inside there are three other humans, more than I thought I'd ever see again. One is sitting on the countertop swinging her legs, her skin is a rich brown and her black, wildly curly hair is piled atop her head, while the two others swim around each other as they cook. One is as pale as the moon with a shock of red hair, the other is tanned, with silky black hair tied to their nape.

"Everyone, this is Kaitlyn." He announces, getting all of their attention. The two cooks turn around, and the one at the counter stops swinging her legs. They stare at Gregory, then at me, as Gegory points to each person, left to right. "Meet Emile, Kimiko, and Josefina."

They're staring at me, all of them expecting an answer, a response. The one on the counter, Josefina, although I doubt that's her true name, has an eyebrow raised as she looks me over, her gaze stopping at my feet.

I shuffle awkwardly, looking between each of them. "Hello."

They all look fresh, clean. Their clothes are all crisp, no fraying at the edges. Kimiko's hair shines in the morning light. My feet are covered in mud and the plait I'd pulled my hair into is simple. Ordinary.

The man, Emile, squints. "Kaitlyn, where have I heard that name before?"

Gregory plants his hands on his hips. "She's the one I tried to steal at the market."

All their eyes widen, and Kimiko scoffs. "No shit?"

"Not a shit to be seen," he says, and I can't tell if he's joking, but they all laugh.

Something on the stove starts to simmer, interrupting the laughter with a loud hiss, and Kimiko curses before turning back to her work. Gregory gestures to the kitchen, and I take the sign and set my basket on the countertop in the middle.

Josefina hops off the counter as Emile steps up to the basket.

"Ooh, you brought grapes! I haven't had grapes in a decade!" he says, picking up a whole string and starting to pick them off.

"What did you bring us?" Kimiko quickly examines the basket, picking through the food. "Grapes, cherries-- oh Gregory, you love cherries, don't you?" She glances up at me. "You didn't bring any cheese?"

I shuffle my feet, bare and dirty against their floor. "No."

I’d told Dachaigh I’d be visiting them, but she only provided me with the usual assortment of fruits in the basket. I hadn’t thought to ask for anything extra.

"Well that's okay," she waves me off. "You can bring cheese next time."

"O-okay." Shame is creeping up my spine, I can feel it sinking claws into my skin. I want to make a good impression, I want them to like me. They're my only human connection here.

"Come on Kimi," Gregory says. "She brought us food."

Gregory turns towards me, and rests a hand on my shoulder while offering me an easy smile, the same relaxed smile that eased my fears in the market. "Don't worry about them, they're impossible to please."

Just as I return the smile, the door leading outside opens and in come two more people. A tall, willowy woman with short hair the color of snow, and a tall, dark-skinned man with long dreadlocks. They both have a healthy layer of dirt on their clothes and hands, as if toiling in a garden, and my heart eases its frantic beating. I'm still the filthiest one here, but not the only one.

"Hey!" Kimiko waves to them with her spoon, which is covered in some kind of sauce and splatters the countertop. "We got a new one!"

The willowy woman groans, letting her head fall back. "Another baby? We just finished with Josefina!"

"Fuck off," Josefina fires back, popping an orange slice into her mouth.

"Then what--?" The woman says, her eyes falling on the basket. She looks to Gregory, then past him to me. Her eyes go wide as saucers and she's beside me in a manner of two steps.

"You're new!" she says, her grin wide and excited.

"That's Sveta, that's Francois," Gregory loudly whispers, gesturing to each of them.

Sveta reminds me of a kinder version of the faeries I encountered on the trail. She flits around me, gently tugging my hair, pinching my cheeks and patting my arms.

"How long have you been here? Do you really live with the master? Were you taken like us? Oh what fun!"

Francois steps forward, gently pushing Sveta aside. He's built like the Greek athletes I've seen in picture books, taller than me by at least a head, and I instinctively take a step back, tensing.

But he’s quiet, gentle when he asks, "I see you brought a book. Is it from the lord's library? What is it? What's inside?" His voice is level, but I can hear the curiosity, the excitement behind it.

His voice is soothing, like Aurelius' is in quiet moments, and I relax as I hand the book over. "I…I can't read it. I brought it in case…"

Sveta tilts her head, looking like a bird. "In case of what?"

"I-I'm not sure," I lie. "I didn't know…what to expect."

Josefina says, "Did you think we worked like the fair folk?" and her tone is upset, offended. I feel my heart sink.

"I…"

She rolls her eyes, and I see the orange rinds collapse as she squeezes her hands. "It's not all trades and magic, you know."

"That's not--"

"Hey, be nice," Gregory says, stepping between us. "She hasn't been outside, and living with the master? Perfectly understandable, she'd think we need to barter."

Francois turns to me and smiles gently. "We don't work like The Neighbors do, or even the lord. We're still human, all grouped together."

I nod, looking down at my hands and fighting the burning in my nose that comes before tears. How stupid of me, to assume humans and fae followed the same rules. I'm glad Josefina's not staring at me anymore, her eyes are bright green and piercing. Like she can see into my soul.

Francois steps away, leaning against the wall as he flips through the book. It leaves an opening for Sveta to continue prodding. "So you're the lord's new mate?"

I look into her eyes, which are a pale gray with flecks of green. "I'm…I'm not his mate."

She rolls her eyes. "Horseshit. Do you live in his home?"

"I-- Yes."

"Does he provide for you?"

"It's more the house herself that provides…."

"And you fuck, yes?"

My jaw clenches, and the color in my face is enough of an answer.

Sveta barks a laugh. "See? You're his mate."

"Look at her face," Kimiko exclaims, pointing at me. "She is red as a beet! They definitely fuck."

"What is that even like?" Emile asks.

"Does he rut you like an animal?"

"I'd imagine he's soft and kind."

"He's terrifying! I'd want to face away."

They all laugh, and I look down at my hands. They’re chapped and dry from doing chores this morning.

I think I prefer the company of the fae to these humans. They remind me of the ladies my age that came in from the city. Mean-spirited. It makes me want to take a bath and forget this whole ordeal.

Sveta pulls me into a hug and I try not to shiver. "Don't be so serious, darling! We just tease."

Sveta releases me, and I sway on my feet. I'm not used to so much touching, not even from Aurelius.

Pulling me out of my own anxiety is Gregory, gently holding my hands in his. He's warm, he's stepped close enough that I can smell spices and honey.

I look down at our joined hands. Gregory says something, but his words bounce against my head, unheard. The last human I spoke with, let alone touched, was Andrew nearly half a year past. There's people here. People I can talk to without worrying that they’re going to steal the words from my mouth.

Emotion, overwhelming and all at once, washes over me. The stinging in my nose returns, spilling over into tears. My face scrunches up as the tears flow freely, and I must look so ugly, but I can’t help it.

Gregory makes a distressed sound in the back of his throat. "Hey, no, it's okay."

Svate rests a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, we're sorry, please don't cry."

"I think she's overwhelmed," he says, pulling me into a tight hug.

I didn’t mean to make them feel bad, to have them worry over me. But still, they guide me out into the living area and sit me on the couch. I feel like a newborn sheep, barely able to walk, blinking the tears out of my eyes.

Slowly, I come down from my hysterics, wrung out and tired. I’m offered a handkerchief that I use then rest on my lap, and then Kimiko shoves a plate full of buttered bread in my face.

“It’s fresh. Eat it,” she says curtly, her head turned to the side, her lips pursed.

I take the plate and pick up a slice, and take a tentative bite. It’s sourdough, with a toasted outside and soft inside. I haven’t had sourdough in ages, and I realize I hadn’t eaten breakfast— the basket of fruit is sitting in the kitchen.

Emile leans forward in his seat. "Tell us of the human world. Have they fallen to shit?"

Through my despair, I find the light in me to laugh. "Not quite. In the city there's a lot of steam engines, and a lot of people. There's a machine for everything, even sewing."

All of them 'oh' in unison, fascinated, and I smile as I finish off the first slice of bread. I once found it fascinating too, until I learned how expensive such machines are. But I'll spare them that piece of information.

They ask me about the city, and I tell them what I know, making up only a few details here and there. Kimiko is fascinated by the fashion of whale-boned stays and kirtles, and Emile wants to know if men still wear their hair long. Throughout the conversation I pick up on details, small and fleeting, about my new friends.

Gregory was the first one here, raised by a witch until he was a young man. He learned to hunt, fish, and care for himself on his own. Then came Kimiko and Emile as young children, both stolen away from countries across the sea. Francois was next, replaced as an adult, and he had a difficult time adjusting to this strange, fae world. Finally, Josefina arrived as a baby, and they all worked together to raise her, and she’s been here for at least seven decades.

I want to ask questions, I have so many. Why they age to a certain point then stop, or how they came across this cabin. But I’m content to keep listening, absorbing their stories as they tell them. It’s Kimiko who pulls me out of my listening state.

"You could live with us, you know," she says, propping her chin on her fist.

I set the empty plate down.They all refused my offer to share, leaving me to finish it off. "I could?"

She smiles at me for the first time. "If you ever get tired of the old lord."

"I appreciate that," I say, smiling back.

The six of them continue talking, mostly about what they did that day, and I let it flow around me easily. I've never been a lively girl, or the best at conversation. I'm more of a listener than a speaker. But having six voices bouncing off one another is a certain type of peaceful. It reminds me of the days my parents and brother would share stories around the soup pot. This is familiar, and I want to be there for all of it.

"This book you brought is full of spells," Francois says, wandering in from the kitchen. "Did you know that?"

I grimace, shame souring my belly. "I couldn't read the script."

"They're very advanced," he continues, oblivious to my insecurity, idly flipping pages as he slowly meanders towards the couch and finally plops next to Kimiko. "They're all about conjuring, summoning spirits and such."

"That's amazing," I say, genuinely surprised. You can do that?

"The cost is high, though. Look here, to open a portal between planes you need a mutual agreement on top of a great trade."

"How great?" Emile asks.

"Something of 'great perceived value', whatever that means."

I inhale so sharply I choke on my saliva.

"I think she knows what it means," Kimiko says around a laugh as she pats my back.

***

I feel lighter on the walk back to Aurelius' home. The time with other people was like jumping into a clear pool-- refreshing and bright. Their laughter echoes throughout my head, their easy touches are ghosts on my skin.

I want to tell Aurelius about my day.

He didn't come and fetch me at all, which bodes well for me, as I wasn't interrupted. If he needed anything he knew where I was anyway. But it’s a little disappointing in hindsight, that he didn’t need me, and didn't wonder where I was. The realization slows my steps, makes my arms like lead.

Climbing up the stairs into Dachaigh makes me anxious, as if Aurelius will be waiting for me in the library to reprimand me like a child. But he’s not there, and I breathe a little easier. It’s not like I’ve done anything wrong, or broken some rule, so why do I feel like he’s going to be upset?

I set the empty basket on the low table and head towards my bed. I’m exhausted, all the talking and people certainly sapped my energy. I fall into the cushions lining the massive windowsill, careful to keep my feet off the blankets as I fall backwards and stare at the ceiling. I’m ready for an afternoon nap, and then I’d like to work on my second dress.

“Kyla,” comes Aurelius’ voice from across the room. I sit up, and there he is, appearing out of thin air.

“Aurelius,” I say.

He steps up to me, and takes my hand, pulling me to a standing position. "Come, come."

“What—?” He allows me no time to ask before pulling me across the room towards the stairs. He stretches an arm out and grabs all my notes before shoving them all at me which I barely manage to wrap my arms around it all before we’re flying down the stairs.

He’s dressed very nicely: a crisp white collared-shirt and tan pants and suspenders. His shape is human with those long arms, reminding me of my father, narrow from the legs up until filling out at the shoulders that speaks of endless time chopping wood. Is this his true form? The form underneath the cloak he wears?

"Where are we going?"

He turns back to me, and I catch a glimpse of his head. I’d thought it was his typical corrupted deer because he maintained the branching antlers, but this one is sharp and dangerous, with extra angles and longer, threatening teeth. "I have business to attend to,” he says. “I require your assistance."

I try not to trip over my own feet. "Business?"

"The vendors for the festival are beginning to arrive. Your papers are what gives them their position."

“Oh,” I say, rather stupidly.

Before I have time to think, he pulls me outside, and there's a long line of Fair Folk, winding like a snake to the treeline. There’s animals that I’ve seen, and animals that I could never imagine. There’s half-human half-animal hybrids, beings with shimmering skin in every visible color, and even a few that seem to be made of pure light. I see feathers and scales and rough skin and slime. Bringers of dark and bringers of light, and bringers of something neither good nor bad, all gathered at Aurelius’ home for a festival.

My eyes widen. "They're setting up here?"

I stop dead, and Aurelius nearly yanks me to the floor when he keeps moving. "In the clearing, yes."

I sigh heavily, resigning myself to go along with whatever he wants. He’s not going to explain.

We step the edge of the shadow but not completely out of it, and every single being, creature and fae, bow their heads, in respect or fear I’m not sure, but it’s a humbling sight to watch them all stare resolutely at the ground.

From my notes, I've gathered that Aurelius sits at the north end of the clearing, with the vendors to the south. There's a large empty section for celebration and dancing, and the whole area is lit with magical floating aurora.

The first patron is easy, Aurelius gives them their assigned location and they walk off. And after five, six more groups it’s almost boring, menial. Until we encounter a snag.

A patron of dryads approaches, and I remember their location was one that I’d changed. Quickly flicking through the pages I find their rearrangement and slap it on the table, triumphant. Aurelius looks down at me, and I swear that he’s glaring.

“No, the Aur dryads will go here,” and he points to the map.

“But this’ll put them closer to the woods, and isn’t that what they—“

“It is not how it’s done, my doe.” And he smoothes a hand over my head, making the dryads laugh and my face ignite.

He’s not going to listen to me, much less take me seriously. What did I prepare all these notes for, then? What was the point of it? I want to walk away, I want to go take a bath, but I shouldn’t be giving up so easily. I learned that I need to speak up to earn my place here.

After that, I do my best to follow along, chiming in when I recognize a symbol from the notes or a vendor from the list. But every time, Aurelius denies me. Every time, he tells me things don’t work that way, or these vendors are never together. My favorite was a series of stalls that float in the air above the festival that also need to be arranged a certain way.

The next fae is a kind I've never heard of in books or stories. A giant rabbit, as tall as a man when they sit on their haunches, carrying a small basket and wearing a bonnet. The strangest thing, though. She’s not looking down. She’s actually looking up at Aurelius, with large, shiny black eyes.

Aurelius leans down so the two of them are eye-level. "Hello Eodine."

The rabbit’s nose twitches, and then shakes her head. "Atya, my dear!” I gasp— her mouth barely moves when she speaks.

“How are you?” She asks. “And oh--" those inky black eyes turn to me. "Who is this?"

Aurelius taps one of his branching antlers with his long claw instead of answering, and the large rabbit named Eodine gasps.

"This is the human you've captured!" she remarks, planting her furry paws on her hips. "Haven't seen a new face in near a century. Send her my way for some tea, Atya, I could use more company than just you."

"Of course."

They speak easily, and Aurelius marks a spot close to his seat for her. I’d originally moved her small art station towards the middle so it would see more patrons, but I don’t mind being wrong about this one. She reminds me of a matron, or a grandmother. She’s opinionated and harsh, but well-meaning and kind.

Eodine speaks a little longer with Aurelius, catching up and making plans, and I wish those plans included me.

“You, human,” she says, looking at me. “Visit me anytime before sundown.” And she turns away, stepping with those large paws towards the grass, where she fades into the mist.

In my silence, Aurelius turns back to the line of fae, and continues his placement of stalls. I want to think of Eodine more, but I’m caught up in a slurry of plans, arrangements, and vendors. Every part of me rails against opposing Aurelius, but I still try to assert myself.

"I think the takoyaki stand could go here with the rest of the--"

"That is not how it's done. The kitsune are always placed here," he gestures to another spot that makes no sense.

"A food stand shouldn't be in the middle of two textile patrons. The fabrics will absorb the smell."

"M'lord is correct, human. It is always done this way," the fox says quietly, glancing up at me through their long fox lashes. "Although, I'd hate to ruin the lovely river spirit's textiles." They bring a paw up to their snout, as they look over the layout in thought.

For what feels like the thirtieth time, I want to pull Aurelius aside and ask him why he brought me here. I asked for something to do, but was it a fruitless task just meant to keep me busy?

"Would m'lord perhaps," the fox gestures to the open spot. "Consider moving us here?"

Aurelius goes quiet, considering the map. He heaves a heavy sigh through his snout, and crosses his arms. "You will have to tell the Whiteadder spirit that they're being transferred."

"M'lord is most kind," the fox says with a bow, before literally disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Before the next round of fae comes, I look up at Aurelius, my face drawn into a frown. "Why'd you bring me if you're only going to shoot down all my ideas?"

"I wanted you here, with me," he says, folding his arms over his chest. It’s still strange to see him in human clothing, I’m so used to the tall cloaked form.

“To do what?” I ask helplessly.

“To be by my side.”

One of the fae speaks up, "That's a cursed life if I ever heard one!"

The fae to their right chimes in, "The human is rather silly for agreeing to live with him!"

And another voice asks, "Can you even look him in the eyes when you fuck?"

They all laugh for half a moment, until Aurelius growls low in his throat, and every voice goes silent.

"Certain placements are sacred," he chides me, and I scoff.

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"I'm telling you now."

I want to cry and scream at the same time. I ball my hands into fists to keep from lashing out at Aurelius. I hate it here, I want to leave.

Another fae in line that I can’t see jeers loudly, bringing up a chorus of responding cheers. I don't like having our personal life on display for these creatures. They haven't earned the right to my anger. So I stomp away, ignoring the laughter of the fae behind me.

Maybe that kindly rabbit or the other humans will take me in, I think as I make my way to the center of the tree and up the staircase.

***

Aurelius takes the rest of the evening to sort out the placements, and I can only go to one place: the library. I’d considered exploring the other levels of Dachaigh, but she still doesn’t feel like home. I’m not comfortable rooting around in Aurelius’ personal belongings, especially when he considers me one of them. He’s been kind in the past, but I’ve seen his anger, not the frustration that pushes me to the floor and makes me his, but his true anger. His rage. And I don’t want that turned on me if I stumble upon some secret.

So I watch the sunset from my bed, through the large window that lines it. The colors run together, orange and red and purple, with wispy, bright pink clouds. It’s gorgeous, and speaks of fair weather for tomorrow. I idly wonder what the others are doing, the humans at the cottage.

My visit to the house floats through my mind like a bird on the breeze. They’d all be nice to visit again, but I need to remember to defend myself or I fear I’ll become their new scapegoat, an easy target for harsh words. But I’m more comfortable with them after this initial visit, and I hope I can remain friends with them.

In the corner, Dachaigh shoves a book from the shelf, the same one meaning an affirmative, and I groan to the endless ceiling.

“Dachaigh, I’m too tired for this.”

Another book falls, and I sigh heavily. I’m not in the mood for more games. But yet another book falls, almost insistent in the way it hits the ground, and I roll out of bed.

I put the initial book back in its place, and turn to fix the others, when it falls again. I squint at it on the floor, put it back again, then straighten to stand just as she pushes it off the shelf again. Dachaigh is trying to tell me something.

I pick up the book and open it. It’s softbound with no title and those same, tilted words that I’ve come to know as Aurelius’ handwriting. I couldn’t read it before, but I’ve become familiar with his script after devoting weeks to planning a festival that I’ll have no part in. Quickly flipping through, I see it’s not completely full, about half the pages in the back of the journal are blank. I flip to the last entry, a single line of perfect cursive: The human has left.

Ice shoots down my spine and my mind is thrown into a tornado of thought. No, this must be a falsehood. Aurelius has told me he’s never brought another to his home, and the fair folk won’t lie. But Aurelius is not of the fair folk, he’s a god. Would he lie to me? Why would he, what purpose does it serve?

The book falls out of my hands and clatters on the floor.

Something in my mind snaps, the world slows to a halt, and everything I knew about Aurelius snaps into focus. I clap my hands together.

“I need a bath.”

Like someone with no personality, I walk away from the bookshelves and into the bathing room to take a long, hot bath. Nothing about today is bothering me. I’m completely fine.

Strangely enough, I’m beginning to recognize all the bottles on the bath’s edge, so when one very deep green bottle about as long as my forearm appears amongst them, I’m curious. I can’t see the color of the liquid inside through the green glass, but it’s slick, loose flowing like water, not the thick soaps I’ve become used to.

This one still has its glass stopper, and pulling it out I smell roses, jasmine, and an undercurrent of spice. Sandalwood? Ginger? It’s almost seductive, this combination of smells. I take another deep inhale and I tip some of the liquid into my palm.

I was correct in my assumptions— it’s an oil. For bathing or…some other purpose. The smell is even stronger out of the bottle, washing over the whole room. It’s definitely meant to catch attention, and part of me wants to slather it all over my body and stand in the library, waiting for whatever beast it awakens in this creature I’ve linked my life to.

Instead, I decide on a milder option, and dump it into the water. I dump it until it’s empty, and climb in, immediately dunking my head underneath the water. All sound, all sight, all feeling cuts off from me as I hold my breath. I can’t open my eyes, so I rest my forehead against my knees until my lungs begin to scream.

The human has left.

After a long soak, I dress in Aurelius’ long shirt and pad into the library. I’m not tired enough to fall asleep, and the lights are too dim to read by, so I resume my former position of sulking in the windowsill and watching the stars.

It’s a long time before I hear Aurelius climbing the stairs, making noise so I know he’s coming. I expect he’s going to ignore me and head to his room but instead, I feel his presence over my shoulder.

"You are unhappy."

I scoff. "Yeah, no shit."

"Let me show you something."

"I'd really rather--ah!" He picks me up from the couch and we dissolve away, his strange method of teleportation taking us outside.

The transportation makes me dizzy, and the night air is cold. He's taken us to an empty field, where the grass has grown high and unruly. It’s the dead of night, so I can’t see much, but I can still see Dachaigh in the distance.

“You smell nice,” Aurelius says as he sets me down. He starts off north, at least I think it's north, and we reach a sandy lake.

"Where are we?"

"A practice field. I'm going to show you this," and he produces a book. Bound in black leather, embossed symbols on the front and along the spine. A chill runs up my spine at first— it looks just like the journal— but it’s much thicker, and hardbound like a proper book. I take it— oh, it’s heavy, and inside is runes, the same he used to bring us to this plane. I realize why he brought me out, and I smile.

"You're teaching me magic."

He looks away, shuffling awkwardly. "You requested it."

My face stretches into a wide grin. "You're teaching me magic!"

Unable to contain my joy, I jump in the air and fold my arms over his frame. I’m learning magic!

I open the book, and on the opening page is the setup Aurelius used to bring me to this plane. I run my fingers over it, feeling the raised impressions of the ink, before flipping through the rest of the book. Its language is scattered, runes and symbols blending together to make a stew of words and thoughts. It’s impossible to make anything out, even the margins with scribbled notes are too tightly scripted for me to decipher.

"I…I can't read this," I say, tears welling up behind my eyes.

“Oh,” Aurelius says, stepping forward and starting to fret. He takes the book in one hand and encircles me in the other. “Here, here, let me show you. Here.”

Flipping to a page in the middle, he gently holds my hand in his, the only point of warmth on this cool night, and guides my finger over the sand. He’s gentle, guiding instead of forcing, and I wish I saw this side of him more.

We trace a few circles, some too lopsided, others too shaky, until he finally deems one acceptable. I feel a swell of pride as he nods decisively, and then points to the runes surrounding the circle, telling me which to draw first. There’s six in total, spread around evenly like a clock, and simple enough that I can listen to Aurelius as he speaks and I draw the runes at the same time.

"You're already familiar with the idea, but it bears repeating. All magic comes at an exchange. You’re pulling from nature itself, and nature always takes what it is owed. It is always hungry."

Before I can ask what he means he breaks off a piece of his own antler, and that black ichor wells up and begins to drip on the ground.

"Your head…" I frown as my stomach turns with guilt.

He waves me off with his free hand as he places the piece in the center of the circle. "It will regrow by tomorrow."

And for a moment, it is quiet. And then, the antler begins to glow a soft green. It shakes and spins, stretching and twisting around on itself as it’s pulled into the air. It flashes several colors, red, purple, orange, before settling on green. It’s as high as my chest before it shudders once more, elongating and exploding from one end, and a bouquet of wildflowers takes its place, held together by a simple black ribbon. The flowers are bright and fresh— red poppies, yellow yarrows, purple bergamot, and several other types I don’t recognize all combining in an arrangement as big as my head.

The flowers slowly float towards me, as if carried by some invisible suitor, and I grab them from the air. The moment my hand touches the stalks, the green magic fades, and I’m left holding the flowers, grinning impossibly wide.

These are flowers. Real, cut flowers that I could find at the market. And I made them from a branch and some runes in the sand. I shove my. Face into the bouquet and take a deep inhale through my nose. It smells like summer, like summer and beauty.

"I did that! I really, really just did that!” I say, my voice echoing in the field.

Aurelius chuckles, and rests a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Well done."

The contact warms me, makes my heart leap inside my chest. I did something right! I’m full of energy now, I want to do another.

I look up to him, eager. "What else?"

Aurelius hums, idly flipping through the book. "Ah."

It’s another circular configuration, an oval, actually, with a large, complex rune in the center.

“This will do, for now.”

This oval is much easier than the circle, now that I know what I’m doing, and the single rune is more complex than the last, but Aurelius traces the strokes with his finger and guides me through.

Despite the chill in the air, I manage to draw the large symbol, easily the size of my torso, into the sand. It’s not perfect, and I push my lips out in a pout, but maybe if we do this again I can ask him how to properly draw things.

Now I just need something to trade.

I look down at myself. I have no branching antlers to snap off, nor any articles of clothing I wish to remove. I look back up at Aurelius, helpless. "What should I…?"

He considers me for a moment, tilting his head this way and that as if trying to get a better look, and hums thoughtfully.

"This is your second lesson. Humans with the potential for magic often have to give up very little of themselves. Try something small."

I pluck a few hairs from my head, and set them in the center, expecting nothing. Then the rune begins to glow blue, peeling off the ground and floating into the air. It ripples and shimmers before shooting back into the ground, flattening and growing into a small pool of water within the oval. The sand absorbs the water before I have a chance to touch it, but the damp sand is enough proof that I need to affirm that yes, I just created water.

My grin returns full force, and I jump to standing. Water! I can make water! But something nags at my mind, and I look up to Aurelius.

"Why so little, when you had to…" I reach up, and my fingers barely brush the antlers branching from his head.

“This was nothing,” he says, tilting his head to allow me access to brush my fingers over the empty space. “As much as you giving up your hair. Humans are also more potent because they are rare, they have to trade much less than, say, an average fae.”

My eyes widen. "How did you know I could do magic?"

"I've known since the first moment I touched you."

"And you kept it to yourself this whole time?"

He straightens, and brings one long hand up to tap at his unmarred antler. "I admit that the thought was in my mind, but it was overshadowed by other things. I was only reminded when Eodine brought it up."

I frown. What would take up space in a god’s head?Then I remember: The human before me. When did he write that? How far back did the entries go? Were they like me?

Instead, I ask flatly, "Overshadowed?"

Aurelius looks towards the house, then back to me. He exhales a long sigh before he leans forward, looming over me, moving as if to gently knock the side of my head with his snout, but stops. It’s like he’s waiting for something, but I couldn’t guess what.

“You left today,” he says.

His head shifts on my shoulder, and he sinks to the ground, sitting so we're level with each other, and holds out his hands for me to take. Against my better judgment, I take his hands, still warm and calloused, and look down at them in the silence.

Aurelius speaks up, “Why did you go?”

“You know where I was.”

“But why?”

“Why do you care?”

He stills and looks away, hands tightening on my fingers, and my stomach drops. I know what he’s going to say.

"Because I love you."

My lips part on a sharp inhale as images rush through my head. Of Aurelius saving me from the forest fae, of him giving me the library, the gifts he brings back. Alongside it are memories of our argument earlier today, of him chasing down Gregory because I dared to wander off, of him removing me from his bed day after day.

The human has left.

Whatever this is between us right now, it’s not love. It’s not the love I want.

"No, you don't," I say, sighing, and pulling my hands away.

He doesn't respond, seeming to shrink back into himself, his empty hands folding in front of him in a way that reminds me of a mouse.

"It's getting cold," I say, rubbing my arm for emphasis. "I'm going inside."

And I turn away from him, the magic we just created together, and towards a home I don’t belong in.

Perhaps I'm wrong. What do I know of love? My own parents weren't unhappy, but they certainly didn't seem to be in love. I loved my brother dearly, but I know it's different from romance.

When I sold crops in town, I'd hear the ladies speak of their courtships with the lords. How they'd be gifted a new trinket each day, each one more exuberant than the last; How their beloved would write them sonnets of their beauty, or commission an artist to capture it in painting. They'd cry out when their suitors arrived on horseback, flinging themselves into his waiting arms and peppering each other with kisses.

After my parents passed, I received a few such pleasantries. A few notes written in cursive that I couldn't read, fresh cut flower bouquets that I'd heard have secret languages. One brave man even visited our home, but Arthur had already contracted his illness by then, and the suitor fled once Arthur began coughing. He was a nice gentleman, and I once imagined myself marrying him and moving to the city, leaving the farm behind. The men of town weren't like the farmers surrounding it. They were soft, romantic and well-educated.

But Aurelius is not human. Perhaps I'm expecting too much of him to align himself with the lowly creatures he watches over. Perhaps all I'll ever be is a trinket to him, a pet to be watched over and cared for. We never set out to build a romance.

And yet, I still crave one.

Deep in my bones, I know that I want everything from him, his affection, his touch, his gifts of books and buttons and safety. I want his anger, his jealousy, his need to possess me in every way possible. I want to learn to read better for him, to share meals and a bed. But he doesn’t love me the way he should.

I’m well underneath Dachaigh when Aurelius appears in front of me, a flicker of shadow and bone.

“Don’t be angry with me,” he says, and I see the stars in his eyes sparkle. “I don’t like when you’re angry with me.”

“Then don’t do things that make me angry,” I say in a rush.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“You shouldn’t need me to tell you!” I shout, and I’m silently stricken. That was a cruel thing to say. I sound like my mother. Angry at a cowering child for doing something without realizing. Aurelius is even still keeping his head lower than mine, so I can look him in the eyes.

The human has left.

I don’t want to talk anymore. I can’t speak with him anymore. I don’t want to crack open my heart when I don’t know what he’s going to do with it. It’s too late, I’m too tired, and it’s too cold for any of this. Aurelius couldn’t have picked a worse time to bring this up.

I push past him, ignoring the hitch of my breaths and the constricting of my throat. I will not cry. Not here.

“Kyla,” he says, his voice far too soft for what he is, and I continue walking, brisque and cold.

Aurelius doesn’t chase after me, doesn’t call my name again, even as I ascend the stairs, and wind through the room, and bury myself into my bed. There, and only there, do I let the tears flow freely.

#sacrifice #My writing #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster romance #this chapter is hefty #That’s why it took me a few extra days #Thanks so much for everyones patience!#Monster writing

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Fic: Plain to See

Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2023: “You're the Inspiration” by Chicago (Day 2 prompt)

Words: ~975 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Blaine arranges a dinner with an older lesbian couple.

I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Valentines 2023! This vignette takes place between Love at Home and Doubt Your Doubts. They are in love with each other but think it’s unrequited. Idiots.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

Notes: Jana and Liesl are Jan the jeweler and Liz her partner from 4.22 “All or Nothing.”

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They had just finished unpacking their groceries when Blaine checked his phone. He smiled at something on the screen and kicked his feet together like he was about to start dancing.

It was so unfair for a straight boy to be that freaking adorable.

“Good news?” Kurt asked.

“The best news! We don’t have to go dooring tonight! Someone’s invited us over for dinner. Remember Liesl from the jewelry store? Who undented your ring?” Blaine twirled while pointing to his own ring finger, as if the turning of his body was necessary to fully evoke the circular concept of a ring.

“She has your phone number?” Kurt asked.

“Of course she does. I gave it to her. I'm a missionary.” Blaine pointed to himself for emphasis. “That's what we do.”

Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

“What?" Blaine said with a little hop. "What's so funny?”

“You look like you're about to break into a full song-and-dance routine.”

Blaine tilted his head to the side in exaggerated contemplation. “Maybe I should.” Without further thought, he jumped onto one of the kitchen chairs and began wiggling his hips side-to-side like a chaste Elvis. “God is great! God is good! And we thank him for this food!” he belted out to the tune of “Rock Around the Clock.” “We’re gonna thank him morning, noon, and night. We're going to thank him ’cause he's outta sight. We’re gonna …” He leapt back to the floor, grabbed Kurt’s hand, and twirled him around the kitchen in 1950s sock-hop style until Kurt was laughing so hard he couldn't dance anymore.

“You’re such a dork, Elder Anderson.” Kurt sank into the closest chair, reluctantly letting go of his companion’s hand because if they weren’t dancing anymore, he didn’t really have an excuse.

“God made me that way for a reason.” Blaine beamed. His eyes glimmered with innocent mischief.

Kurt might've mistaken it for flirtation if he didn't know any better.

“You must've charmed the socks off of her in the jewelry store," Kurt said.

“I don't think so. We just ... hit it off, I guess.”

“She's not single, is she? We’ll have to send the sisters over if she's single.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Kurt. She’s my grandmother’s age.”

“I wasn't implying that. A rule is a rule. That's all.”

Blaine opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. His eyes moved from Kurt’s face to the kitchen floor. He opened his mouth again. “Anyway, she's married. So we can accept the invitation.”

“So glad you could come!” Liesl said as she answered the door. The house was in a suburban part of Ingolstadt, a contemporary building with a pleasantly square shape and a swath of ceiling-to-floor windows on the second floor. Through them, Blaine could see a study with a mid-century modern desk and chair set against a backdrop of wall-to-wall books. The garden in front was exquisitely designed, with a multihued choir of tulips lining the path to the front door. As they stepped through the threshold, Blaine could see more modern furniture, colorful paintings on the walls, and a vase with a fuchsia-and-white double tulip set in the center of a long table.

It all came together like a work of art. Blaine was not surprised to find a jewelry maker living in a house like this.

“Thanks for having us,” Kurt said, shaking Liesl’s hand. "Nice to meet you again.”

“Well, I've enjoyed chatting with Elder Anderson so much, and from what he’s said of you, I think we all have some things in common.” Liesl patted Blaine’s shoulder, and it felt so … nice. Easy and intimate, the way it should be between a nephew and his favorite aunt. He barely knew her, but he already wished he could adopt her, the way Joseph Smith and the early saints were constantly adopting their friends as spiritual sons and brothers. “Anyway, wait a moment while I get Jana. Her hearing’s not what it used to be.” Liesl disappeared up the stairs.

“Who is Jana?" Kurt asked.

Blaine’s stomach knotted. It occurred to him, suddenly, that maybe this had not been the best idea—springing a pair of elderly lesbians on Kurt without so much as a prelude. But if Blaine had said something ahead of time, Kurt wouldn't have come here. He would have said it was against the rules, two elders in a room alone with a pair of nonmember women. He would have said they had no business proselytizing to a pair of for-all-intents-and-purposes-married lesbians yes.

And Kurt needed to be here. He needed to see that the church’s idea of what made a family wasn’t the only one. He had to understand that God wanted Kurt’s happiness as much as he wanted the happiness of his straight children—the happiness that came with loving God and loving others, and with being willing to receive love in return.

“Jana is a family member,” Blaine said. It wasn’t the full truth, but it was true, and safer to say than wife. Kurt would find out soon. But every second Blaine delayed that revelation, he delayed the possibility of Kurt canceling dinner before it began.

If the news came from Liesl—an investigator, someone that Kurt wanted to leave a good impression on—and not from Blaine, it would be harder to run.

So Kurt wouldn't run. He’d bristle, but he wouldn't run. And over dinner, he would soften. They would enjoy food, and tell stories, and laugh together. And the truth would be plain to see—that Liesl and Jana, Kurt and Blaine, were normal, everyday people, living their lives as best as anyone could. That there was nothing wrong with committing yourself to live with and support another person through good and bad. There was nothing sinful about falling in love.

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oblivionscribe · 23 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️

Note: Sorry this took me so long to answer! Five Things that Make Me Happy: 1.) The love of my life, @mistermegee I could write a college thesis paper on how much mistermegee/cal means to me and I love him with all my heart and soul. 2.) Any pet I've ever have, do have, and will have. I'm an animal lover (horses, owls, and rats are my favorite animals). Presently Cal and I have two cats, Pumpkin and Navi and they're both little furballs with some sassy personalities. 3.) Music: Music is another big part of my life. I was first Clarinet in middle school though I left band by the time I entered high school because I didn't know how busy I would be and kind of regret not sticking with it. I also tried learning guitar but my fingers just don't want to cooperate. I was also a metalhead in high school but have since expanded my enjoyed genres but still don't overly enjoy pop or top 40 playlist groups. Some songs are good but pop music is too peppy for me. 4.) Video games, comic books, & horror content : I'm lumping these together since they usually fall under the class of media. Video games are a big part of my life (I have a sleeve tattoo dedicated to Dragon Age that I still need to have work done on.) All three of these subjects inspire me in my writing and world building for an interactive fiction I'm developing (very slowly developing to be clear). I even enjoy bad and classic horror movies. 5.) My hobbies!: This is probably the widest group of things that make me happy. Art and writing top this list, of course. Art, like music, is a huge part of my life. I've been drawing since I could hold a pencil and get my hands on some paper. I don't write as much as I should but god, in high school I had notebooks filled with a story I was working on (it was heavily inspired by isekai anime) but never finished. I also enjoy reading, crocheting, beading/jewelry making, and crafting/learning new crafts. Dungeons and Dragons is also a huge inspiration to my interactive fiction and I am getting back into playing Magic: the Gathering. Thrifting vintage items is also a hobby of mine along with collecting cool and eccentric items. Gardening brings me peace of mind and I'm very proud of my collection of plants that I tend to and I work hard to learn how best to care for them. Right now I'm learning how to best prune some of my plants that have gotten a little carried away with their growth. This year I'm going to attempt to grow my own crop of potatoes! I live in a building complex, so most of my food gardening has to be in containers/buckets but that's just fine with me! There are probably so many other things I could get into that make me happy when it comes to my hobbies, so I only included the big ones that I'm currently focused on. Thank you for sending me this ask and I hope you know a little more about me now. ^^ Have a great day!

#dreamaturgy #answers #scribey answers your asks #long post #i tried not to get carried away discussing things #i just like to talk and ramble about the things i enjoy lol #thank you for the ask!

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The more the merrier

A series of ficlets for @polyshipweek 2023

Day Five: Epistolary-Regal Jewelry <-AO3 link

Dearest Reginald,

We are well, considering the circumstances. I would ask if you are well, but I’m sure the conditions there are just ghastly. I hope you get the care package we’ve enclosed and it improves matters at least. Everything seems so quiet without you here dearest, and no matter how much pianoforte Carrie plays, nothing really fills the silence of your absence. Though I suppose you would live for a bit of silence given all the guns and cannons on your end.

I’ve been wandering the halls a lot, not knowing what to do with myself. There is only so much needlepoint I can do to distract me from the thoughts of you. It’s agony knowing you’re out there, fighting for God and your kingdom with no idea when it will all end. When you’ll be here with us once more. Everyone preaches patience, but they don’t seem to understand the pain of being separated from you.

I won’t ask how things are there, as I know you won’t answer, due to what you seem to think are my tender sensibilities. I just hope you are staying safe and you will return home soon. Just know you are missed here dearest and we are praying for an end to this idiotic conflict soon.

All my love,

Julie

PS: I made Jane smuggle a bottle of that blackberry jam you’re so fond of into the basket-treasure it for I fear the season for them is quite over.

Reggie,

I keep forgetting you’re away at war sometimes you know? I keep thinking that maybe you’re out riding Old Red-who is fine before you ask, we’ve been feeding and grooming him daily, and I think he misses you almost as much as we do. Or perhaps on a morning stroll through the gardens, maybe even asleep with a book in the library. Anywhere but where you are. Which is not with us, where you should be.

Flynn came to visit last week, if you couldn’t guess. Trying to raise our spirits I suspect. Or perhaps in search of a good gossip, she was always the type to have possession of the juiciest stories. Asked after you, and Luke. I think mainly because Robert has been pestering her, and he’d rather ask his employer than his own cousin. Why the both of you volunteered is beyond me, but I suppose the draft will come for us all eventually. I told her what I knew, hopefully that will set his mind at ease. Though I know I will not be eased until you’re home safe in our arms my sweet one.

Come home soon, I need a worthy croquet partner, as Julie is terrible at it and Flynn gloats too much to keep playing piquet with her.

Missing you fiercely,

Carrie

PS: I sent a book for you to read. I know you must not get much downtime, but I figured that if you did, it might keep your mind off the hell around you.

My darling girls,

I am only allowed so much post so you’ll have to forgive me for not sending you individual letters. I miss you both most ardently, so much that it aches. I would give anything to leave this muddy ravine and be home in your warm embrace once more.

Things here are hard, as it is cold and dirty. I have seen horrors I would not wish on the worst of men. But I know that I am fighting to keep us safe, to keep you both free. And that thought warms me enough to get through the frosty nights. Though a book or two of matches wouldn’t go amiss.

I hope that I should be home on leave soon, but I can make no promises. And yet even that brief respite will be bliss in order to see you both again. Even if I will have to return not long after. Keep strong my loves, I’ll be with you soon.

All my kisses,

Your Reg

PS: Please send more socks, and perhaps some chocolate, I can trade it for other goods.

Darling Reggie,

I wonder if this letter will reach the front before you do, as I am writing it right as you hop onto the train. It was so nice to have you home, even if our time together was short. I keep praying that this war will end soon, so you can be home for good. But then I question how any loving deity could allow such an awful conflict to occur in the first place.

Especially as I see the young men come back to flood the hospital. A gruesome sight, it turns the stomach. But I still go every day, to help. I can do that much so I stop feeling so useless in this whole thing. Carrie has voiced helping as well, but perhaps at the school instead. I’ve never known her to be interested in education or children, but I think this whole thing has given her a new perspective. Once this war is done, we all can be wed… well I know I wouldn’t mind a brood pattering around the halls not long after.

Come back soon my love, safe and whole. Just please-come back.

Te amo,

Julie

Sweetheart,

The last of the staff got called up today. We all wept when Bobby departed, but perhaps he and Luke will find each other on the battlefield. Perhaps he will be shipped home before either of them has a chance. I hope you return with them, your crooked grin as blinding as the sun.

The children at the school house don’t quite understand it, why their fathers and brothers are gone. Why some of them will never return. It breaks my heart trying to explain it to them. But I keep my tears at bay, keep strong for them. For Julie. For you.

I’ve knitted you a hat to wear. I know my knitting is atrocious, but I couldn’t bear to think of your head being cold as the winter months draw nearer. Be brave my love, but not foolish. Foolish men make poor bedfellows.

Besides, we have a wedding to look forward to after all.

XOXO,

Carrie

My dearest loves,

I hate this bloody war. The horrors I have been subject to-there are no words. Even as it ends, I know I return to you a broken man. For I can never unsee all the dying comrades in my arms. Too many to count as I tried valiantly and needlessly to save them. Never know what it is to have never taken a life. To know another’s blood is on your hands simply due to their geography.

I fear I will be haunted by this. My dreams are all nightmares of the battlefield, the smell of gunpowder and blood, the sounds of the cannons, the lieutenant shouting orders. The smoke and mud and death everywhere. I do not sleep much these days, but perhaps some fresh country air and your gorgeous smiles will help soothe me back to slumber.

I am writing to you from a hospital some ten leagues away. I hope to arrive home shortly after this letter does, so don’t rush to my side on any account. A bullet to the thigh, I’m afraid. I may need a cane to walk down the aisle come June. But rest assured, I am coming home to do so.

I don’t care if I have to crawl down that blasted aisle, I can’t wait until the three of us are wed.

I’ll see you soon my darlings,

Reggie

#polyshipweek23 #my stuff #writing #fanfic #regal jewelry #julie and the phantoms

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eldritch-spouse · 11 months

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I definitely wasn't binging through Krulu's tag like a horny depraved soul with no life (which i am) when i found this:

Pinnie I need to know how Krulu responds/reacts to Admin's existential crisis and crippling anxiety telling them that they're useless to him now that he has no need to hide and he can just dispose of them if he wants to.

[Fem reader.]

TW: Slight angst; Religious mindsets.

It's wonderful seeing your lord in such high spirits.

You never made note of it before, mostly to avoid being insulting, but it bothered you that Krulu felt unsafe all the time, resigned himself to the darkness of his sacred floor, didn't look beyond the walls of The Clergy's Eye or set foot onto his own garden.

It was disheartening.

He's a god! He's your god! He should face the world with nothing but pride and elegance, his might is to be witnessed and revered by all- Hiding is unbecoming of his perfect nature.

You suppose you have to thank Miara for all of this. For the safety and confidence Krulu now exudes, for the push she gave him to finally finally impregnate you- For your beautiful baby boys who have now grown up to take Earth's main annexes by storm! Life is good.

Life is wonderful.

But it's so, so scary...

Ever since your higher stopped using you as a vessel -There's no need for such anymore, after all- A depressing distance has been cast between you two. Something stifling.

You're so very happy for him, for Adelo and Adrul who can now communicate with their second father openly, see him in the flesh so much more often than they once did, for the two of you even -Because you do like witnessing Krulu's glory- But... Things just aren't the same.

You no longer feel Krulu in the back of your mind, caressing your thoughts and murmuring to you. His presence on your body is so diminished you feel naked. Unsafe. Out of sorts. You feel useless as his servant. This isn't right. It's something you're ashamed to admit, but you wish he'd return to your form.

What's wrong with you? To be wishing misery upon your lord...

You're his chosen, you're the mother of the rulers of Eden and Perdition, you're loved dearly by your lord and your angel- So... So why is it that you feel small? Like an ant? Without Krulu... You're just a human. Just a girl.

Tears prick at your eyes.

It's stupid, it's so stupid. You should be happy. This is a day of celebration! Your sons have come to The Clergy to partake in celebration with their parents and the core team after their impressive feats. And instead of spending quality time with the people closest to you...

You're sobbing on a faraway bench.

Pathetic.

You don't even hear the footfalls approaching steadily.

" Chosen. "

To say you sprung up like a startled feline is to put it flatteringly lightly. Your lord stares at you from a great height, gaze ever hardened, though you've been his servant long enough to spot the creases of worry in the corners of his eyes.

" M- My lord, excuse me- I'll be joining the festivities in no time. " You stammer, wiping the tear trails on your face and hoping your makeup isn't smudged to absolute shit. But it probably is.

Krulu makes a chuff, then takes a seat beside your figure, not looking directly at you. One set of arms rests on their hips, another steeples its fingers, the remaining one adjusts some of his jewelry.

" Speak. What troubles you? "

To the point. You've come to love that about him.

" Nothing serious, my worship. " You sigh. " You know how fragile the human mind is, I'm just being silly. "

The siadar's tail rattles across the floor.

" Our minds may no longer be interwoven, but make no mistake, I know when you dare lie to me. " He warns, eyes narrowed. " Your pain is still my pain, however. And to hurt me is not wise. "

You curl further into yourself on the bench, sniffling. " My deepest apologies- "

" I will not ask twice. What ails you? "

Slowly, you crane your neck back, meeting only the charred side of Krulu's face. With perhaps the most shaky and futile of inhales, your lips let loose.

" I'm scared. "

The siadar straightens slightly.

" My lord, I would never doubt your words- But I doubt myself. We aren't as close as we once were, and that's amazing! That's good! But... I feel so hollow without you in my body. What duty do I have now? I know it's stupid of me -I know I'm foolish- But ever since you've ceased to use me as a vessel, I've been so... Miserable. "

The shame coating your cheeks burns brighter than a thousand dawns, so you opt to bore holes into the stone of the garden's pathway.

There's a deep rumble from beside you, and soon, your small frame is lifted, deposited in the crevice where your lord's long legs cross, facing forward to the garden's expanse just as he does.

" You are going through withdrawal. "

Krulu begins, giving all your thoughts pause.

" Have been, for quite some time. "

Four hands touch your body, two loop around your neck in a familiar hold that has you sighing in comfort. The other pair rubs your sides up and down.

" I never did think it had reached this state, but then, you have a most insufferable habit of hiding your distress from me. "

" I... I don't want to disappoint. "

The implication is loud, even without being verbalized. A pause passes.

" Pray tell, what bred the idea into your mind that the mother of my heirs is expendable? " He challenges, met with silence for a few moments.

" Was it something I imparted onto you? "

And, when you think about it deeper, there was never a moment where Krulu made you feel as if you were nothing but a body. Or that you would someday outlive your use. Your sentiments are strange and you can't place their source aptly.

" Never! I don't recall a single thing you've said or done to me that could cause this- I think I'm just... Having some type of episode? " What a wonderful thing to say, you snort inwardly to yourself. Yes, you're going mental.

" Episode, hm? " Krulu chuckles above you. " Close enough. You got there on your own, songbird. "

" I- Lord Master, I beg your pardon? " Did he actually confirm you're going insane?

The siadar shudders at the title bestowed upon him, a squeeze of powerful claws reminding you not to rile him up now. It slipped.

" Just as when I took hold of your form your organism experienced many changes, you are now going through several more as well. " He explains simply. " My departure is intense, I would be alerted if you did not react to it. "

You blink, staring into his blazing orange hues. " ... But it has been years, lordship. "

Krulu's grin turns slightly mocking. " Indeed it has. "

You can only blink vapidly again, prompting him to laugh loudly and pet you almost condescendingly.

" How many years did you live as my vessel, lesser? "

Oh. Oh.

No fucking wonder you've been feeling this way for so long. Oh boy, this is going to take a long while... Who knew a hormonal imbalance could last this long, and be this devastating. Maybe to a doctor, it would be extremely common knowledge, but you often forget said information, because it hardly ever holds relevance these days.

You feel even dumber now. Dumb as a door. May the ground grow a hole and consume you immediately.

The berating inner-monologue about to kickstart in your mind is halted entirely by the sensation of Krulu's thin lips against the top of your head as the massive entity curls to shield you from the world at large.

" You are hereby ordered to seek me as soon as these flares of inadequacy show themselves, understood? " Even if his words hold supreme authority, you feel the insurmountable care behind them.

" My chosen is my adored and my adored is the light of this decrepit world. You hold more value than the universe could ever hope to achieve to me, yet you do not even realize it. " He whispers.

And you cry.

You sob like a fucking baby.

You wail into your lord's arms, full of relief, of love, passion and reverence and complete fanaticism- Enough euphoria to blind you for seconds of total bliss. It's almost like an orgasm, in a peculiar way.

He holds you throughout the entire catharsis, silent, stable like a stone wall. Only when your quiet sniffling has petered out does he speak again.

" Come to us, Adrul did say he has many tales of his time in Wrath. His mother should listen. "

You stand with Krulu's help, a smile as bright as the sun on your face.

Everything is okay.

You'll get through this.

For him.

Always for him.

Everything for him.

#Krulu oc #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monsterwhorre #minors dni #terato #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #terat0philliac #terato tag #monsterfucker

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