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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Cold Hearted ( But I still want it)

Taehyung x Oc

Organized Crime AU !

Violence, Sexually Explicit Content, abusive undertones.

Unhealthy relationships.

“I’m meeting Jimin at that club in Itaewon for lunch. The new one. Keep the Aston Martin ready. I’ll drive myself.” Taehyung’s deep voice echoed through the room and his deputy hastened to acknowledge the order, a curt nod and quick phone call soon after.

I glanced at my husband, expectant.

“Take me with you.” I whispered, soft because he hated it when I raised my voice.

He didn’t reply.

At least not to me.

“Just me. My lovely wife will be dining by herself in her room . Maybe then, she’ll remember what happens when she blatantly disobeys me. ” He barely spared me a glance and i clenched my fists.

I hadn’t gotten out of this god forsaken place in a month. I felt stir-crazy and trapped. It was a punishment, a way he controlled me and i hated it but I also hated myself for giving him a reason to punish me.

It had been a reckless act of rebellion, done in a moment of frustrated anger and i had regretted it almost at once.

I’d been upset because Taehyung had been ignoring me for work. i had missed him. Missed being in his arms, missed lounging around his office. Sitting on his lap while he held meetings in the large conference rooms.

A quick kiss with some stranger in a pub was all it was supposed to be. Just to remind my husband what he was missing out on.

But the idiot hadn’t taken no for an answer, had tried to push me into a bathroom stall and Taehyung had found me like that, screaming my head off with some drunk off his ass idiot trying to yank my dress up.

It hadn’t ended prettily.

The man had begged for forgiveness and so had I.

But Taehyung wasn’t one to forgive and now, thanks to my impulsive act, a man lay dead at the bottom of the Han and i was locked in this house for a month.

The bruises from that night, when he’d tied me up to the bed and fucked me so hard I cried, still decorated my thighs and hips.

But apparently, it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t done punishing me yet.

The resentment was all consuming.

The simmering hurt, that feeling of being considered worthless, of being seen as a fucking toy... of being looked at like I didn’t deserve his attention..it always swelled and swelled till I snapped.

And then he would punish me for doing exactly what he had wanted me to do.....right until I snapped again . it was a vicious cycle.

how dare he. How fucking dare he.

I stared down at the man kneeling in front of me, his gaze dripping with lust as he carefully rubbed liniment on my feet, fingers soft and gentle as he massaged the balls of my feet. His touches were reverent and worshipful almost, like he’s touching something valuable.

He also looked like he wanted to stick my toes inside his mouth.

The pig.

I’d wanted to go out to get my hair done , a manicure and a pedicure. But Taehyung had shut that down. Apparently the lecherous fool on his knees before me owned some expensive salon in the city.

Taehyung was still angry, and apparently he had meant it when he said he wasn’t letting me out of the house till i learned a lesson.

I hated him. But I had only acted out because I loved him and missed him and it was confusing. Infuriating.

I grabbed the soft fur throw on the back of the couch and wrapped it around me.

I exhaled sharply, looking away to the side, where my husband sat behind his desk, long legs propped up and stretched out like a jaguar on one of the lavishly crafted tables, dressed in a white shirt and a black jacket.

The shirt was snow-white unlike the blood that stained his fingers. The same fingers that were wrapped around a gun, the bullets out, the safety on as he carefully ran the muzzle up and down his torso. The gun was pretty much a prop with him.

Kim Taehyung did not use guns.

He used his knife.

I was broken out of my thoughts when a finger traced up my ankle and up my shin, right to the inside of my knee. And then further up to my thigh .

The touch foreign and unwelcome made me jump.

“Leave. Get the fuck away from me.” I snarled as I pulled my leg away, no longer stomaching the man’s touch. He was being blatantly lewd in his touches and i didn’t want it.

Taehyung gave me a lazy look, clearly startled by my voice, breaking the stillness of early morning.

“That better not be directed at me, princess.”

I swallowed.

“No..I...he...” I pointed at the man on the floor who seemed to have suddenly realized what he had just done. He held his hands up, eyes blown wide with fear.

My husband looked to us, eyes landing on the man giving me a pedicure.

Taehyung smelled fear like a shark sensed blood in the water and I saw him straighten, eyes narrowed, body thrumming.

“Is something wrong?” His gaze shifted to mine and I didn’t miss the way his fingers fluttered to his waist, where his trusty dagger stayed holstered to his hip.

I swallowed.

It was seven in the fucking morning.

Way too early to see some poor bastard lose his entire hand for groping the wife of the biggest mob boss in South Korea.

“Nothing. I’m just tired of your sick little games! ” I snapped , syllables coated with anger and that’s bold even for me. Bold and reckless and possibly a little suicidal.

Lashing out at Taehyung in front of his sub-ordinates, acting out in front of his men. Its a big no no and I hate myself because surely, surely I’ve made things worse for myself.

Taehyung’s brow rose.

“Leave us. “ He said harshly.

The men in the room didn’t need to be told twice. I watched as they scurried out with a speed that was impressive. Icy dread washed over me as I drew my knees up to my chest, wrapped both arms around my legs and crawled back into the couch as he stood up so fast , the chair he was in went crashing to the wall.

Tongue sandpaper dry and eyes wide, I leaned back fully, staring at him as he slowly walked over, face still and serene and perfectly beautiful and altogether terrifying.

“I think... I’ve been going too easy on you, little one..” He said gently, tone softly lilting and I closed my eyes when he reached out, fingers closing around my jaw, squeezing hard.

“I’m sorry....” I blurted out , because futile though it was , apologizing, I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if I didn’t.

He hummed.

“Your father’s dead. “ He said casually.

My heart leapt up into my throat and I scrambled to get up but he held me down , pressing me into the couch with his weight as he began yanking on the buttons of my blouse.

“Taehyung!! Why?! “ I whimpered. “ You promised...you promised you wouldn’t kill him!” I sobbed when yanked the silk fabric off my body, leaving me naked from the waist up. He grabbed my arms, turning me over till I was face down over the armrest , breasts pressed into the rough fabric of the couch as he made quick work of the rest of my clothes.

Taehyung loved fucking me naked when he was fully clothed. It was his way of reminding just how different the two of us were.

“And i didn’t! “ He grunted, yanking my skirt and panties down with ease.” Jimin did, when your father tried to plant a mole in his drug team.”

I flinch when he gripped my thighs hard, spreading my legs.

And then it all happened too fast : the clink of his belt buckle , the pull of his zipper and then the hard length of him, pushing in, splitting me open as he bottomed out inside me.

Taehyung draped himself over me, every inch of him covering every inch of mine, the fabric of his silk shirt soft against my bare back and I flinched when he took the end of his tie, still knotted around his neck and stuffed it into my mouth, gagging me.

The harsh pull of his fingers in my hair left me reeling and I screamed, sound muffled by the thick wad of the fabric in my mouth .

He kept his grip on my hair taut, yanking my head back just enough to sink his teeth into the curve of my neck, knees braced on the couch as he fucked into me in controlled thrusts, each push of his hips rubbing my body raw.

“Know who’s taking over after your father?” He hissed, hand leaving my hair to wrap around my neck and squeeze.

I whimpered when he pressed in just a little harder, hips jerking forward with a vengeance, enough force to move the hardwood oak couch we were on. The same couch that had taken four people to carry in.

“Jeon Jungkook.” He snarled and I whimpered when his hands fumbled with his waist, my eyes going wide as I tilted my head, watched him grab the dagger out of its leather sheath.

Oh god...oh god no...

Was he going to kill me? Slit my throat?

Fear rendered me witless and I buked wildly, trying to throw him off but it was impossible . He was too damn heavy and too damn strong.

“Remember him? Your precious boyfriend? “ He sneered , licking the skin behind my ear, lewd and disgusting as he sucked a hickey on the sensitive skin. “ The wonderful young man you were supposed to marry? Kind, generous Jungkookie who was going to become a surgeon and rescue you from this cruel world of crime you were born into?? ”

I sobbed out at the sharp pang of hurt that lanced my heart. Long buried memories surfaced and I had to bite my lips to keep them down , to stop my mind from splintering into tiny broken pieces.

“Guess the lure of the darkness was too much for your little bunny after all.... He’s going to be a gangster. He’s going to be a murderer and a monster and the best thing...he’s going to be just ....like...me...” He hissed, and I shrieked, when brought the dagger down, slowly carefully, till the sharp edge of it rested right over the skin , just behind my ear.

I felt the touch of the knife edge on my skin and closed my eyes. The sting was sharp and excruciating and i closed my eyes in agony and although I couldn’t see it, I knew exactly what he was carving into my skin. The slanting lines, one and then another.

I felt the sharp pain of the cut on my neck, just as he pulled the dagger away, my head throbbing as I felt wetness bead over my neck and spill, staining scarlet the couch beneath my head.

“There. Now you wear my mark.” He whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “ And now you’ll wear me.”

He lifted himself up off me and before I could process what was happening he flipped me over, grabbing my leg and throwing it over his shoulder before fucking into me, hard and fast.

“He’s going to start a war, i hear. A war over you. He wants you back , my love and I find myself hating the thought of losing you...” He hissed, fingers playing with my nipples, tugging and pinching till my eyes watered.

I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head, pleasure blooming against my will and I whimpered when he pulled the tie out of my mouth, replacing it with his tongue.

Taehyung kissed me gently, a contrast to how he fucked into me and I felt myself unravel in his arms, body spasming as he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves at my entrance,.

“You’re mine little one ...” He whispered against my lips as I came , clenching down around his hardness, my breath loud and raspy and ruined. “ You’re mine and he can’t have you!!!”

I found myself breathless and choking as he chased his own pleasure, hips ruthless as he rammed into me and I dug my fingers into the couch, as he gripped my waist, hard enough to bruise .

He shuddered as he came, spilling into me in a sticky wet mess that made my thighs damp and I could only tremble like a leaf caught in a storm.

It took me a second to realize that he was fully clothed and I was naked.

I shook as he pulled up and away from me. Grabbing my clothes, I made to move but his fingers caught my wrists.

“No.” He said sharply, glaring at me .

I swallowed.

“Tae...”

“Drop that and come sit on me cock.”

I felt my eyes tear up in protest.

“Please, don’t...”

“Didn’t you fucking hear me.” He sat back on the couch and I watched as he casually stroked his dick again, still half hard.

Shaking, I moved to stand in front of him, letting him maneuver me till I was sitting on his lap, straddling his hips, the warm thickness of his cock slipping into my wetness with ease.

“Stay that way, “ He whispered, pulling me closer till I lay on his chest, cheeks pressed against the fabric of his shirt.

I gripped his shirt on the sides, fingers and legs trembling. He threw the fur throw on the both of us, covering my body from just below my shoulder blades.

“Is he here?” He called out suddenly and I stiffened.

Who?

“He’s here sir.”

“Send him up.”

I felt my entire body go stiff.

No. No.

“If you fucking move, the love of your life will leave this room in a body bag.” Taehyung whispered softly.

I sobbed.

After a three whole years , this wasn’t how i wanted to see him.

Footsteps behind me and then the sharp , sharp intake of breath.

“Taehyung.”

Jungkook’s voice rang through the room and I closed my eyes.

“Jungkook-ah..... Such a pleasure. Please excuse my wife, she’s still a little exhausted from.... stuff.” He chuckled. “ Sit down . What can I do for you?”

“She’s bleeding.” Jungkook’s voice was shaking.

I startled.

Taehyung hummed, thoughtful.

He ran his fingers over the cut behind my ear, gently and i winced .

“This? Just a way to remind her ....and everyone else...that she’s mine.” Taehyung smiled.

Jungkook’s chuckle was so familiar and so soft and I fought the urge to turn around and look at him. I couldn’t If I did. If I saw his face I would break down entirely.

“Nothing is permanent hyung. Not in our world. What’s yours today can be mine tomorrow. Isn’t that how it works? .”

Taehyung stiffened, gripping me harder around the waist.

“You’re being rude, jagiya . Greet our guests.” Taehyung hissed, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to turn around and I sobbed out in shock, scrambling for the fur throw as it fell off my body, clutching it to my breasts as I stared at Jungkook.

He looked devastated , eyes pained and brimming with hurt for one second before going obsidian with rage.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you for this, Taehyung. " Jungkook swore. “ I’m going to tear you limb from limb, bury you six feet under and piss on your fucking grave, you son of a whoring bitch,.”

Taehyung merely chuckled.

“I look forward to it , Jungkookie.” He said carelessly, hugging me closer. “ Now leave. I intend to enjoy the company of my wife. You should get one for yourself, doctor. They make perfect playthings. “

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Author’s note : Well... its a one shot but I hope you guys liked it !!

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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8x06: Southern Comfort

Then:

Garth

Now:

Kearney, Missouri

A husband --possibly in the dog house?- gets run over by his very angry wife, and the audience gets to see the defacement of set dressing I have no desire to see in the first place.

Our boys are STILL fighting about Sam’s year of psychosis and Dean’s year of pining and romantic (and sexual?) frustration. Dean tells Sam he’s ready to talk about Benny whenever. Sam’s so pissed about Benny, but, like, grr, I firmly hold to the fact that Ameila was a figment of Sam’s psychosis because she’s not even close in comparison to their respective distractions to the job. Benny meant more somehow. Sam “Let’s Give the Monsters a Chance” Winchester just wants Dean to kill Benny ---and I haven’t read enough meta to understand why. Dean’s answer, and the only one that matters: “He’s my friend, Sam.”

I get that this entire scene sets up the episode, but I’m still grrr about it.

Anyway, the boys head off to their case, and find Garth!

He’s posing as a Texas Ranger.

Garth is working cases, and he’s the new Bobby. Dean, bby, it’s okay. They go and interview the son of the victim/assailant. He tells them that his parents had a good marriage, and they were high school sweethearts. It makes no sense. His mom is at the hospital -and remembers nothing of the event.

Assessing the crime scene, Garth finds ectoplasm. It’s green --not black. And Garth tastes it. Dean is not amused. Garth also gets a call from the coroner. The dead guy had the word ‘Alcott’ carved into his chest.

They interview the wife. She doesn’t remember much --just a LOT of anger. Garth asks about ‘Alcott’ and she talks about her husband going to a dance with Sara Alcott in high school. Sara Alcott’s still alive --so this is a weird ghost possession.

They head for food. Once at the bar, Garth asks Dean where he was the past year (Sam being locked away in a cabin hallucinating and recovering from his satan delusions.) He tells Garth that his was in the non-Miami Purgatory. “Man, that’s balls.” Oh, GARTH.

Dean asks about the confederate bullshit on the walls, and Garth fills them in on the fact that Missouri was a border state. He then reveals the genesis of his current job. He went to college and dental school. His first job was ganking the tooth fairy.

Scott, the victim’s son, is about to head into a general store when he gets a call from his wife. He sees someone that he’s clearly trying to avoid, and then takes a hit from his asthma inhaler. Grabbing some money, and getting some black goo to ooze out of his ear, he heads inside.

He’s pouring himself a hot cup of coffee when the dude he clearly didn’t want to see before confronts him. Scott throws the cup of coffee in his face and proceeds to take a shovel to the dude. LIKE WOW.

But watching a security mirror reveals that he’s really an angry confederate soldier. Of course.

Later at the scene, Sam, Dean, and Garth learn that Scott didn’t remember anything, felt a whole lot of anger, and the word ‘Sussex’ is scrawled in blood on the cooler door. Also, Garth is wearing Bobby’s hat.

Oof.

Dean is not amused.

Sam heads off to interview Sara Alcott Brown. She tells him of her youth. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it’s clear the wife never forgot what happened. Sam flashes to a post-coiltal Sam and Amelia. Amelia confesses she once had a husband. He died in Afghanistan.

She ran away from her life, and met Sam.

The team realizes that the dead and the killers all had long held resentments with each other. Garth uncovers some lore from Bobby’s journal: they’re looking for a spectre or an “avenging ghost” that forces you to act on long-held resentments. They discover a nearby grave desecration - it’s the Confederate tomb of the unknown soldier. That night they break into the tomb to burn the bones. Dean delivers a fitting eulogy: “We won.”

At the jail, the shovel-bashing son from earlier begs for his inhaler. When a deputy fishes it out of evidence, he suddenly goes vengeful and shoots his boss.

At the station, they speculate that the burn job didn’t take because there’s a haunted object being passed from person to person. Sam interviews another officer, who reveals that a deputy with murder in his eyes is on his way to the hospital. Dean pursues.

Sam and Garth follow up on another lead, and Garth encourages Sam to talk about his feelings. LOL, good luck, buddy! Sam has….ANOTHER FLASHBACK. This time, Amelia tells Sam that she vomited out too many feelings the night before, and she’s gotta go. Sam puppy dog eyes her, but she leaves anyway. (Boris maintains that Amelia was a hallucination, but Natasha now believes that Amelia is the blurry wife in the cursed finale. This...somehow makes the finale worse, for her.)

Sam and Garth talk to a hot librarian about the history of the unknown soldier. Dean, meanwhile, confronts the ghost-mad deputy who’s confronting a nurse or doctor....over a past bad call as a recreational league UMPIRE. smh

Garth and Sam learn that the rumored resident of the unknown soldier’s tomb is one of two estranged brothers. One brother fought for the confederacy and the other for the union. (LOOKS DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA.) Sam notices a penny necklace in the portrait of the soldier.

For Hot Librarian Science:

At the hospital, the ghost sniffs Dean and finds him delicious….ly full of anger and betrayal. He jams the penny into Dean’s hand. Sam calls Dean and lets him know about the penny. Too little, too late. Dean’s waiting for them at the motel room and immediately points a gun at Sam. “You shoulda looked for me when I was in Purgatory.”

Flashback to three days ago which is...a bit jarring. Careless teens play with the items in the soldier’s tomb. One of them pockets the coin, which they use to pay for snacks at a store. Later, the woman from the cold open gets the coin back in change. We get the full chain of custody of the coin - I suppose to show us that it’s super duper hard to shake off that darn ghost. I recall 15x19 and grind my teeth.

Cut back to Dean, who is still ready for MURDER. Dean rattles off a list of grievances from the prior seasons.

Sam tries to wrest the gun from Dean’s hands and gets knocked across the room for his trouble. Garth intervenes, using himself as a shield, and tries to de-escalate the situation. Sam fails to READ THE ROOM and brings up Benny again. Smh

When Dean lunges for Sam, Garth knocks him one right in the kisser and when Dean reels back the coin drops. Dean’s abruptly himself again.

Garth reaches for the coin to Sam and Dean’s concern. But as we all know, Garth is a PURE SOUL and is therefore immune to vengeful spectres.

After Garth destroys the coin, he sternly tells Dean to “stop being an idjit” and get along with Sam! They hug, and Dean gives Garth Bobby’s hat back. HEARTS

Alas, the episode doesn’t end on a high note. Sam has one more flashback to his time with - DEEP SIGH - Amelia. Sam comes crawling back to Amelia and finally reveals his sob story about losing his brother. She lets him into her room and they reconcile.

Flash forward in time again. Sam tells Dean Amelia’s full name as though he’s actually dropping her life story. He continues to harangue Dean about keeping Benny a secret. He threatens to kill Benny the next time he sees him and on that positive note, the episode ends.

Natasha’s takeaway: There are WAY too many confederate flags in this episode with WAY too little judgment about them

I’ll QUOTE Benny the Next Time I See Him!

“Like Purgatory purgatory?” “No. The one in Miami.”

You ganked the tooth fairy?

You can’t change the past, amigo

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megalony · 5 years

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Unlawful protector- Part 8

Another part of my murderer! Ben Hardy series which I hope you are all enjoying so far. As promised, there is angst in this part, feedback is always appreciated.

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"Four days?" (Y/n) spluttered the words as her eyes widened in disbelief.

She couldn't deal with any more surprises or revelations like this or she might just go insane. Her mother had suddenly decided- without even asking (Y/n) if she wanted to be crowned- that the coronation was going to take place in four days time. She had started to organise everything without consulting (Y/n) and she knew her mother had already decided on this before now. Most likely she had kept it a secret because she knew when (Y/n) was volatile after Anna's death she would either make herself worse by knowing or she would explode and shout and scream.

"Don't worry darling, I've organised it all." Her mother wore a smile that looked rather deluded, as if she was talking to Louisa and that none of her other children had been brutally murdered. She had a certain look in her eyes that made (Y/n) wonder if her mother was struggling in the same sort of way.

"No."

"Oh... oh, right, of course..." Her mother started faffling about with the papers set out in front of her and for one brief moment, (Y/n) thought it had been that easy.

She thought that for the past few months she had been worrying about declining the throne for nothing since her mother had so easily accepted it. But when her mother suddenly smiled, (Y/n) realised one of them had misunderstood the other.

"You want to choose. Here, you can pick the dress, I've arranged the flowers but-"

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) clenched her hands together on her lap under the table, trying her hardest not to shout at her grief-stricken mother but it was so hard. Throughout her life her mother had either not been there for her or she had been deciding what (Y/n) should wear, what she should do and what subjects she should be taught. She was only involved in (Y/n)'s life to make decisions for her. Not once had she asked (Y/n) what she was interested in, what she would like for her birthday or what she wanted to do with her life.

It was always chosen for her.

"No, mother. I'm not going to be Queen." (Y/n) paced herself as she spoke slowly, sincerity and sorrow in her words as she truly didn't mean to hurt her mother but she could do little else.

Her mother had lost her husband even if she hadn't properly gotten along with him for the past few years. She had lost three of her four children in the worst possible way and she only had one child left, the one she spent the least time with. The child that she didn't fuss over or bother with because she never thought that (Y/n) would ever be in line for the throne. (Y/n) hadn't been told what to do when she was on the throne, she hadn't been briefed or brought up with those sort of society lessons like Louisa and Daniel were. Even Anna had listened in on some of those lessons.

(Y/n) had nothing because she was the youngest and she was never expected to take the throne or do anything good with her life. Sometimes she wondered why her parents even had her.

"Of course you are, don't be silly." Her mother spoke as if (Y/n) had said something mildly funny but there was a sternness to her words as she clearly didn't want to be reckoned with on this. She thought that since (Y/n) was the only one left she would automatically jump at the chance like Anna had done and her mother was not going to listen to anything else.

Reaching over the table, (Y/n) took both of her mother's hands in her own, holding them tightly to both give comfort and to stop her mother's shaking hands from sorting through the papers in front of her. She had papers for decorations, some for the flower orders, others were for different dressmakers and for invitations and lists of people to attend. She had done all of this without (Y/n) because she didn't care what (Y/n) thought and she thought (Y/n) would just go along with this.

Turning her head, (Y/n) looked over at Ben who was standing near to the door of the dining room. His body leaning against the wall as he had his hands stuffed into his pockets.

When her eyes locked with his own he simply nodded. It was either do this now and tell her mother she declined the throne or they were going to have to leave and Ben was betting on the latter. At least this showed that (Y/n) was being serious about not taking the crown and that showed Ben that he didn't have to worry. He was still doing the job he came here to do by stopping all four siblings from being on the throne and he had a chance of being with (Y/n) and the baby this way.

"I'm abdicating the throne, mother. Lou was always meant to be the Queen, not me and I truly don't want to take it." As soon as the words passed through her lips, her mother wrenched her hands away from her as if (Y/n) had scolded her.

"Don't be stupid, child! You are in line for this throne and it is your duty to take it, of course you want to be Queen." Her mother used the very same tone she had done with (Y/n) the first time Ben had turned up at the castle. It was a tone of voice that would normally make (Y/n) be quiet and stop trying to ask her mother for something or tell her what she was thinking or simply from saying anything at all.

But today was different.

(Y/n) wasn't going to be pushed around or treated like she was nothing and had no right to speak her own mind. (Y/n) had every right to decline this throne if she didn't want it and her mother couldn't boss her around anymore. She wasn't a child, she was eighteen and able to make up her own mind about what she did now.

Leaning her right elbow on the table, (Y/n) rested her head in her hand as she felt her own temper wearing very thin. It didn't matter what her mother said, that coronation was not going ahead and the crown was not going to be placed upon (Y/n)'s head.

"In all my life, I have never once told you that I wish to be Queen and you have never once asked me what I want. You fussed over Lou and Daniel and even Anna but never me. Now you have to fuss over me and you have to listen to me because I'm all you have left and I am telling you now that I am not having a coronation at any point in my life. This crown will go to whoever is rightfully after me."

(Y/n) had never been assertive with her mother or told her what she wanted but now she had to and she had every right to say what she wanted to do with her life because it was her own to live. No one had told her mother how to live her life and (Y/n) expected the same treatment in the very least.

"This crown is yours and you are not doing this to me (Y/n)! You will be Queen and that is final!"

Standing to her feet, her mother slammed her hand down harshly on the table causing the pens to wobble and the paper to jump for its life. Tears began to fall down her mother's face as she shook with anger because for once, she was not getting her own way. For once, the daughter she had always bossed about and not cared for was fighting back in the way she had been brought up not to.

"I will not take the crown of a murderer and follow in his footsteps!" (Y/n) stood to her own feet before latching her fingers around the crown that her mother had been staring at since (Y/n) walked into the room. It wasn't the crown her father had worn, it was a new one with red ruby jewels slotted into the tips like red teardrops. It was delicately carved and thin but it was made to measure for Louisa, not (Y/n) or Anna.

The tips of the crown started to cut into the palm of (Y/n)'s hand before she launched the horrid item at the black and white tiled floor. Watching the dark silver metal crunch and shatter from the impact, seeing how the shards cut into jagged pieces and splattered on the floor like melted silver raining down on the tiles. The red jewels fell like tears of blood and bounced along the floor as (Y/n) felt her heart pounding horribly against her ribs. She had never screamed at her mother like that, nor had she let her anger take over her in that way before.

"You never wanted nor thought I would be the last hope for an heir to the throne and I am not going to be your saviour. This coronation will not go ahead and if you do not call it off, you will have lost all of your children."

(Y/n) was not going to be bullied into wearing a tiara and sitting on the throne she did not want nor deserve. Louisa had been trained and brought up to be a Queen, Anna would know how to deal with being a Queen. Daniel had been ready to step up and take after their murdering, cunning father and be a ruthless ruler. Their mother doted on all three children and left (Y/n) as if she were the child of a maid rather than of the King.

She would not save her mother by taking the crown and living up to the role none of her siblings had been able to have.

"Why wasn't it you?"

Daggers cut through into (Y/n)'s heart as tears started to fall from her own eyes. All her life, she knew she would never be enough for either of her parents. She had tried to be a good girl, she had tried to make her parents proud whilst trying to do what she wanted but she didn't act spoilt, she didn't take an interest in being Queen or having manners or being part of the court. She was not up to standards that her siblings were and that made her resent her parents and them ignore her.

But she never thought her mother would ever wish she would have died in place of either Louisa or Anna.

(Y/n) didn't know what came over her.

Her eyes widened as she felt her chest constricting when she suddenly lashed out at her mother. Her body coiled inwards as she realised she had just slapped her mother, (Y/n) never even hugged her mother anymore let alone going as far as to slap her. She was expecting her mother to hit her back or maybe to scream at her or call on her guards but her mother simply wailed like a child.

With a defeated cry, her mother slumped down into her chair as she rested a hand to her temple as if she was in pain even though she had brought this on herself. She had mistreated (Y/n) and then she had suddenly tried to act like she had loved her all along. She had ignored (Y/n)'s wishes all her life and was willing to continue to do that to make her be Queen.

"Alright, come on." Ben mumbled when he reached them both. Quickly wrapping his arms around (Y/n) and pulling her into his chest so she wasn't in danger of hitting her mother again or getting hit herself.

"It wasn't me because I didn't deserve it." (Y/n) spat the words as the tears started to blur her vision. Her feet stumbling when Ben turned her around and started walking her in the direction of the door so neither of them would get further upset. (Y/n) didn't need the stress and her mother wasn't about to fight back at the moment. "Get off."

(Y/n) let out a sob as she writhed in Ben's arms until he let her go, holding his hands up in defence before following her when she walked down the corridor. Wiping at her eyes furiously with the back of her hand as she wished she wasn't crying but she couldn't help it. Her mother had admitted that she wished (Y/n) would have had her heart stabbed or her windpipe crushed rather than one of her spoilt, bratty elder sisters who had done everything wrong and gotten everything done for them their whole lives.

Turning left, (Y/n) grabbed onto the small metal railing to pull herself up the steps as she ascended onto the spiral staircase. Willing her feet to go faster as she heard Ben increasing his pace behind her to catch her up. She didn't exactly know why she wanted to run from him considering she knew what he was capable of and yet still loved him but at the moment she wanted to be alone.

Reaching the corridor for her room, (Y/n) propelled herself onto the carpeted floor and ran along the corridor.

She finally allowed herself to slow down in order to catch her breath as she heard Ben behind her, not even sounding out of breath.

"You were right yesterday when you said I'm different." (Y/n) slowed down to a stop but she kept her back facing Ben. "Everyone loved Lou and Daniel and even Anna, they were always wanted. But I'm different because I'm never loved or wanted unless someone really needs me, and even then they use me."

(Y/n)'s mother didn't love her or acknowledge her until she was the last living child and she was needed to take the throne. Then suddenly her mother was asking how she was and wanting to talk to her to get her to be Queen. Ben didn't love her or want her in the beginning, he needed her because he needed to stay in the castle and have an alibi to murder her siblings. He only loved her and truly wanted her after using her and needing her.

No one ever wanted (Y/n) for good reason, they never loved her just for who she was without needing to use her and mistreat her first.

Even Joe loved her simply because she was the only girl he had been around all of his life. She was the best friend and the only friend he had had since childhood. But even then he didn't want her for who she was, he wanted her to leave with him and he only told her he loved her when he thought it would make her leave.

Ben wrapped his arms around (Y/n), resting his head against her own as he felt her trembling against him from the sorrow flowing through her veins.

"You should just kill me now, it would be easier." (Y/n) spoke bitterly as she dipped her head down, snapping her eyes closed when Ben turned her round to face him. She knew her words were not going to go down well with him but she didn't care. He had come here in the first place to kill them all, it would be so much easier to let him do that than to keep fighting even if in her heart (Y/n) knew she was only speaking out of anger and pain.

"You just told her you're not taking the crown, it didn't go how you expected but it went how you wanted. You can leave, you've always been able to leave princess."

Pulling out of his grip, (Y/n) turned to try and walk away but Ben simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him again.

"Go where? With what money? Joe always said we'd leave but he never thought it through. I'm the last one left, if I walk those streets people will recognise me and tell my mother where I am it doesn't matter if I don't want the crown or not she will try and force it on my head."

(Y/n) didn't have any money yet, her parents kept strict control over her allowance and now her mother would surely cut it off because she had gone against her wishes. (Y/n) didn't have money saved up because she never really got a proper allowance and her mother wouldn't give her any money. Where would they go? (Y/n) didn't know any places to stay or any places to go and she would be recognised and if her mother told people she had gone missing or if Ben left with her then her mother would say she was kidnapped and people would just bring her right back.

"You may not have left these walls but I sure have, I know people, I know places we could go-"

"And if my mother tells people you kidnapped me if she knows we left together? This isn't fair... I don't want to be here, I want to be someone else." (Y/n) let the tears fall from her eyes as Ben's expression seemed to change.

"Why won't you trust me? I can get you out of here you know that, if you stop acting like this is just a fantasy and calm down-"

Ben needed (Y/n) to trust that he could help her, he knew she was going to need time to fully trust him after knowing what he had done but she had to give him some credit and put some faith into him. Ben had been in the outside world, he knew people out there and he knew little hideouts and places that went unnoticed. He could get her out of the castle unseen and he could get her far away if she stopped thinking that this was a dream that would never come true. Overthinking wasn't always a good thing and right now it wasn't helping.

"I'm being realistic."

As soon as the words left her lips, (Y/n) reached her hand out and grabbed onto Ben's arm to steady herself. Feeling his hand holding her elbow as his other hand grabbed her waist, unsure what was happening but her expression told him there was something clearly wrong.

"What's wrong?" Ben leaned his head down to try and look at her when she looked down to the ground for a minute that felt like an hour. He watched her with worried eyes before she seemed to take a deep breath, reassuring herself that nothing was wrong.

"Nothing."

Shaking her head to dismiss the subject, (Y/n) slowly let go of his arm before attempting to walk slowly down the corridor. Wanting to go back to her room so if they carried on this argument or simply talked they wouldn't be in fear of anyone overhearing. Ben narrowed his eyes as he followed after her, certain that she wasn't okay.

Ben's heart lurched into his throat when (Y/n) suddenly doubled over, a sharp cry escaping her lips as one hand rested on the wall to steady herself as her other hand pressed harshly to her stomach. Her eyes snapped closed as she leaned herself on the wall as she went down on her knees, not having the energy to stay stood up any longer. Her chin tucked down into her chest as a sob left her lips at the sudden pain igniting in her lower stomach.

Crouching down beside her, Ben held her shoulders as he felt just how badly she was beginning to shake. Turning his head at the sound of footsteps, Ben reached his hand out and grabbed the maid's wrist tightly who had slowed down when she saw the pair of them and heard (Y/n) sudden sobs.

"Go get a doctor." He almost spat the words at her, watching as her eyes widened with fright but she nodded. Quickly running down the corridor, once again leaving the pair of them alone. "Okay princess, I'm going to stand you up on three, alright?"

Ben moved his hands so they were under her arms instead of holding her shoulders, keeping her close to his chest as he pushed himself from his knees to his feet.

"One, two, three."

Ben only just got (Y/n) to her feet before she shook her head as she whimpered, her knees caving in beneath her. Leaning down, Ben hooked his arm under her legs and slowly picked her up. Keeping her close to his chest as she buried her face in his shoulder, her arm tightly encased to her stomach as she cried at the pain that wasn't going away like she was begging for it to. Her room was only a few feet down the corridor, when Ben reached it he turned and forced his shoulder against it to push it open.

"Alright princess, the doctor's gonna come see you. It's okay." Ben gently lowered her down onto the bed, moving his hand to cradle the side of her face as he brushed his thumb over her cheek to wipe away the tears.

"T-the baby..."

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