l a n e l e s s 🎄

No matter how much she would deny it, her eyes seemed to drift a little more to Ethan everyday. She began to notice small things, he only really seemed happy when she was around. The small wrinkles that cupped his eyes when his cheeks extended, perfect teeth making him look handsome as ever.

He was more comfortable with her, making small little jokes and the fact that she stopped fighting him, yelling at him, it was easier to make conversation. Despite the fact she was held here against her will, claimed to be his long lost queen. Not all his edges were rough, he was just lonely, looking for someone to share goals and aspirations with.

"I told them waffles is that okay?" She nods, eyes greedily running over the uncharted man in front of her. A suit tailored perfectly, fabric almost streaching over the rounds of his triceps, a deep brown color making his tanned skin look almost irresistible. His paid a little more attention to his hair, usually messily brushed but a little more groomed this time, neatly thrown up.

"What's wrong my love?" Ethan was genuinely concerned, the last thing he expected was her to be checking him out. It was still rocky, he was pretty sure she still hated him.

"I'm just a little thirsty E." Ethan felt his throat tighen at the nickname. His eyes darkening at the servent standing feet away from them, "why haven't you poured her drink yet?"

"Sorry my lady, orange juice the usual?" Y/N eyes darken at Ethan now but she nods. "Thank you babe."

Ethan felt his chest pang a little in jealously, wishing those words were for him.

"Are you going somewhere today?" It was nice, for once Ethan wasn't started the conversation, to be fair he was a little distracted, a stack of files in front of him, and the fact that his eyes barely left the page.

"I am. I have a few meetings. I'll only be a couple hours." He pauses, "Bradley is going to stay with you while I'm gone."

"Wait." The piece of fruit on the tip of her fork is dropped on her plate, "you're leaving leaving?"

"Yes..?" It was more like a question. Not seeing where she was coming from.

"Don't leave me here alone." She never felt so small admiting this in front of him, the truth of the matter is being here without Ethan scared her. In some twisted way she felt safe around him?

No matter what he'd always protect her, care for her like he's been doing for the last month. Ethan felt his throat dry, chest grow warm with happiness? Every since she's arrived this place has turned into more, a home, it grew with warmth with every little one of her breath taking smiles, every small book she touched, fingers skimming against the marble walls left a litte more warmness with it. But nothing compared to the feeling in his heart.

"You want me here?"

Her cheeks heat up instantly, avoiding eye contact. Ethan was up in seconds, rough fingers so gentle as they slid under the skin of her chin, eyes connecting with hers.

"Yes." It was so soft, but the warmness spread throughout his entire body now. As his eyes roam her face he wanted nothing more to do then kiss those lips, a smooth pink that his lips tingled for but he didn't want to ruin this, she wasnt ready for it yet and this was progress.

"Considered them cancelled." Ethan smiles sweetly at her, rings of his fingers gently rubbing against her jaw. "You look beautiful this morning."

She rolls her eyes, despite the little redness that flushed her face. "You say that every morning."

"Well stop being so beautiful every morning?" Staff began to shuffle in the room, with piles of waffles, toppings and syrups.

Warning: ethan basically having a panic attack and this sucks sorry

The moment the words were said over the phone suddenly Ethan couldn't breath, fingers grip his chest, nails ripping the skin as he tried freeing some air. Grayson was there instantly, comforting his little brother, petting his back with soft lines.

"Ethan breath." Ethan tried but a strong, strangled cough came stright from his chest. Grayson stood in front of him, on his knees, holding Ethan up by a hand on his chest.

"Watch me, okay?" A deep breath moved his chest up and a large exhale shifting it down, Ethan's eyes meet his brother's movement, the first few breaths were weak, small coughs following behind but then Ethan's lungs let in a big gulp of air which knocked him down, laying against the floor, he cupped his chest, rubbing it softly to sooth the burn.

"Are you okay E?" Ethan nods, avoiding his brother's gaze. It's been happening recently, any small thing triggered it, but it was nothing to worry Gray with.

"Let's go." Ethan was up, like nothing even happened, but Grayson wasn't so sure.

"Are you sure you're okay? I'll drive, the doctor said she's fine, you kind of freaked out."

"Grayson I'm fine, just drop it. I want to go see her." Grayson doesn't say anything else to the trip to the hospital but his eyes running in the face of Ethan, mostly to see if he's still breathing. Something was wrong but Ethan was to stubborn to admit it.

Ethan was worried, his teeth pealing away the skin of his finger tips. "Ill text you the room number go find a parking spot."

Ethan's stomach began to tighten as he got closer to the room, his head starting to throb, chest tighening... it was happening again. He was anxious, his nerves got the best of him but the moment he saw her breath was easy again.

Face covered in cuts and bruises, small amount of blood still dripping from the deep ones, stitches on the small part of her jaw, underneath her ear.

"Oh baby."

"Ethan I'm fine, its just the glass that hurt me." The words flew past him as he uses his fingers to move her face gently. Small touches so soft to do his own inspection.

Her hand finds his, yanking it away. "I told you E I'm fine."

"What happened?"

"The officer said they were texting and hit the side of my car. It could've been worse."

Ethan's lips meet the only part of her head untouched, the top of her head. "I was scared."

"You want to tell me what's going on? Or are you just going to ignore what happened earlier?"

"What?" Sudden realization hits him as he rolls his eyes. "How did Grayson's even talk to you?! He's parking the car."

"Cell phones you dummy. Now sit down and tell me what happened."

The flame of irritation ignited between them instantly, and without warning hurtful words and curses filled the air. His face was growing hotter and hotter with every word, Y/N ears starting to ring from her own yelling but nothing was leading up.

Both natural born leaders, both so stubborn and head strong to admit any fault. Grayson is protective, and sometimes it just too over bearing. He gets angry when she goes against his wishes or purposely puts herself in danger, the main problem is he doesn't know how to express it healthy. He was raided with violence, anger and aggression, its all he's ever known.

Y/N on the other hand likes her individually, hates being told what to do, and hates the claim he uses on her: mine.

Despite how much she will fight it, she will always be unconditionally and deeply his. She will never admit it, but even Grayson knows its true. Two people so different, opposite of one another but some how form a bond so undeniably unbreakable that other's envy it. Jealous of the true love, kisses and just always having that one person to lean on, your forever bestfriend.

Grayson's face is red with heat, lips snapped shut for two seconds to think, his tie messily pushed from his neck, white shirt underneath revealing the small peppered chest hair, drops of dry, red blood dotting his chin, neck and shirt.

"Why cant you even listen to me?!" The growl is enough to tell her hes serious, never ever has she seen him this angry. "I don't ask for much. I give you everything you ever could want, i love you unconditionally but you still have to bluntly ignore every fucking word I say to you. Why?"

She doesnt answer or meet his eyes. The white marbel floor is the perfect canvas for thinking, for trying to soak in his words.

"WHY?" The load grunt coming from his chest as his hand extends in the air, which instantly makes her cower away from him, she didn't know why she did it, she knew the moment his hand went to tug his hair it was the only intention.

Instantly Grayson's face drops, face twisted with a look so filled with hurt she just wanted to kiss it away.

"You thought I was going to hurt you?" Sadness drips from his tone. Sure his temper got the best of him sometimes, but never ever would he lay a hand on a woman, especially the love of his life.

"No, no i know you wouldn't. I never heard you so -"

Grayson cuts her off quickly, large hand soaking in the touch of her cheek bone. The sharpness of her jaw felt against the other hand. "Sweetheart, i would never ever hurt you. You're the light of my life."

She takes his hand, kissing each of his knuckles softly. "I know gray, I'm sorry. It was the heat of the moment and my adrenaline was already pumping. I know you'd never hurt me."

Grayson steps closer, hand cupping the back of her neck, lips meeting hers with such urgency for the confirmation that she didn't hate him, that she wasn't scared of him.

Lips meet with fire, warmthness of bodies meeting each other. A kiss so loving that it was felt with every movement of lips, clanking of teeth and tenderness of tongue. Grayson's lips moved in a hot trail of sloppiness from her cheek to her neck.

His arms wrap tightly around her, nuzzling his nose into the dip of her collarbone. Skin soft, and warm against him. "I'd never hurt you."

The morning started like any other. Cold hair rushed through the air, tickling hercheeks a deep red. Loud laughter could be heard, children yelling, and people caroling. The elves scurried in every direction, preparing for the busiest day of the year: Christmas day.

With only a month to spare, everyone seemed to be in a frantic mode. This includes the daughter of Saint Nicholas. Y/N recently celebrated her 19th birthday, leaving her with even more responsibility then the year before. Her father has put faith into her, giving Ember one of the highest jobs there is, toy making. No, she didn't make toys, only watched over the elves that did, but it was still one of the biggest jobs in the whole North Pole.

The only sound around was the chattering, clunking of mallets, and screeching sound of metal scraping. Y/N tried her best to stay cheerful, but she didn't enjoy this as much as her father. Sure, she loved Christmas, making children happy, but didn't want this to be her whole life.

"Hello." A sweet voice filled her ears, causing a smile to form her face, at the tiny elf. "Hello love." She pats the seat next to her, the little girl follows.

"You seem sad." She couldn't find herself to lie, so instead didn't speak, only allowed the small specs of snow land on her pale skin, leaving red blotches of skin.

The little girl closed her eyes, her breaths coming out ragged, brows pinched together,what almost seemed like irritation. The irritation of no reply from Y/N. She straightened her back, letting out a relieved sigh, tying her finger's together on her lap.

"Exactly yes." Y/N answers, pursing her lips into a deep line of emotion. "I can't help but wonder if there's more in this world.. more then what my father wants me to be."

She didn't know why she was saying all this to a little girl but it felt good to finally speak what's been playing through her minds for now. Considering that her life has been planned out for her, she never really thought of it, until now at least. 

"Here." The little girl muttered, handing over a small snow globe. She didn't quite look into the globe, just noticed the spot of green which she assumed was a pine tree.

"If you had one wish what would it be?" This was a question Y/N wasn't asked ever, her life was pretty much planned for her, her brother of course would take over for her father, but she would help him through their lives, being by his side.

"I would wish to have another life." It was barely above a whisper, but it was a wish. The sicking cackle of the little girl next to her made the hair on her arms raise, watching the soft, child like skin mush to the floor, shedding the skin to show the green, wrinkled skin, and in this time she took a look at the snow globe, and the green was a little version of the witch. 

Before she slipped into a deep confines of darkness, she remembered the night time stories she was often told, the story of the Green Witch that haunts the North Pole.

Y/N's body felt as if it was on fire, every goosebump raising with a burn, flight or fight response. It was her body's way of telling her to get up. Loud noices made her ears buzz, the bright lights blurring her vision instantly.

The moments before had her on her feet trying to distance herself from the witch but only ended up stumbling a few feet into a road, where a car barely stopped in time but the brutual force of the speed the cars next to it knocked her onto her feet.

"Woah, woah, sweetheart are you okay?" The man emerged from the porshe, pea coat wrapped tightly around his body, a small amount of hair form a beard around his pink lips.

Hands find the back of her head, silky hair knotting against his touch as he sits her up. The first thing he noticed was the bright red dress, she wore, a hair of candy cane leggings underneath it and a large warm fur shall that hang over her shoulders latching in the front of her chest with a snowflake.

"My head." Soft hands wrap around his wrist for support. Grayson's breath hitches as she turns to face him, soft features make his skin heat up, throat dry at how beautiful she truly was.

"Let's get you to a doctor." The small amount of blood on the palm of his hand makes him worried. Grayson lifts her quickly, ignoring the honks behind him. His arms hook around the back of her knees, and holding her head for support.

"Wh-wa?" Her words stammer, eyes closing slowly as he lays her in his passenger seat. Finger fumble with the heat before taking off quickly. The drive to the hospital is dragging, hes worried about the girl in his passenger seat but cant help but admire the beauty.

The dark and cold hours of the night, left her skin ripping in goosebumps. The wind nipping at her bare arms, the short sleeved tee she wore didn't help the fact she was freezing. Hands meet the bumbs, rubbing to create some kind of warmth. It was no longer summer in LA, it was warm during the day but night time was always so chilly, something she often forgot.

The house was empty, all nights turned off except the small blue light coming from Ethan's room which helped her maneuver through the dark hall way. Usually she would be cursing at his obsession with video games and the hours he played them, screaming waking both her and grayson up.

"Bub?" She was surprised to hear Grayson's voice as she pushed the door open, by the time he would usually already be asleep. Grayson was up in an instant, his strong arms squeezing her into the tightest hug. "I missed youuuu."

"Can i at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?" She playfully rolls her eyes as Grayson's mouth drops, acting as if he was offended by her words. The only light inside the room was the shadow of the bright moon, which set such a beautiful glow onto his face, hazel eyes light as ever as her lips met his.

"You are so handsome." Her words warm his cheeks, along with her fingers against his chin, dragging along the rough strips of his beard. "I am so lucky to have you."

Grayson's heart swells at her words, hooking his arms around her neck and back of her knees lifting her up quickly. She squeals at the unexpected action, his facial hair tickling her forehead. "I am so lucky to have you... even though you leave me bored all day here."

"I left for five hours gray."

"Five hours to long sweetheart." He gently sits her on the bed, he turns quickly grabbing a pair of fuzzy pants along with one of his shirts. "Arms up."

His fingers hook around the hem of her shirt, exposing the sports bra that concealed her breast. Grayson is quick to take that off as well, putting the shirt on her but not before giving her boob a small squeeze. "YOUR HANDS ARE COLD!"

"I'm sorry i cant help myself." Next are her pants. She manages to get losts in her thoughts at the touch of his soft hands. Always so gentle, so caring. Her lips press against his, "thank you baby."

"I'll always take care of you peach." A kiss against her forehead along with the scratching of his scruff against her neck, his arms wrapped around her, the sudden warmth, not only outside but inside as well made her tummy hot with love, heart thumping against her chest.

"Let's go to bed. Its late and i couldn't sleep with out you hun." Grayson's arms are around her in seconds, pulling her close to the one place she felt safe.

"I love you gray."