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Knight who gets down on one knee at the throne, bowing their head to the petite Princess who sits upon it. She leans forward and pats the Knight's helmet before standing up to gaze down upon them. Her stature barley a foot higher than the kneeling Knight, the Princess then pouts, "Can we plzzzz try it? Just this once!" She whines to her Knight as tears begin to swell in her eyes, her small, dainty hands gripping onto the sides of her dress. The Knight quickly stands and places their armored hands over hers, holding them every so gently, they can't ever say no when she makes that innocent looking face.

"My lady, if that is what thou truly wants." The Knight nods, smiling behind their helm and giving her hands a small squeeze before letting go. The Princess squeals with excitement and moves towards her throne, eagerly leaning forward into it, and pulling up the lengths of her dress to bunch around her waist. The Knight lets out a small groan while admiring their lady, they remove their armored gloves, large fingers reaching forward to run along her wet slit. The Knight leans forward while sliding their fingers into her leaking pussy, "My Lady, why must thou do this to me? Wearing nothing under thy dress.."

They whisper into her ear while curling their fingers, making her squeak, her hands gripping onto the armrests of the throne. "Thou know how hard it is for me to hold back, and yet, thou still does these things." They begin to pump their fingers into her, their other hand moving to gently take hold of her jaw. The Princess moans out softly, her legs shaking lightly as she feels her head being turned. The Knight pulls her jaw to the side so she can face them, keeping their fingers moving in a cruel rhythm, not allowing her to reach her release. She whines while looking at their helm, "Plzz, do it! I... I want thou to use it!"

The Knight chuckles and pulls their hands away, moving back to withdraw their sword from its sheath around their waist. They always kept their weapons in the cleanest of conditions. Their Princess was always asking for the strangest of things, one being that they use their sword to please her. The Knight always held back, as they wished to not cause harm to their Princess in such a way. But they could never refuse her, not when she made that face, and those tears... Oh, how they relished in her eyes shedding those glistening tears when she begged him for such strange, unusual things.

"Of course, my lady." The Knight holds the hilt of the sword by the base near the blade, running the rounded end along the Princess's slit, slowly sliding it into her wetness. She lets out a soft moan, her head leaning back as the cold iron fills her warmth. The Knight slowly begins to move the hilt in and out, in and out, till they reach a gentle, slow rhythm as the Princess's moans fill the royal throne room. She whines out as she begins to tremble, her walls clenching around the iron hilt slowly pumping into her.

The Knight moves their other hand towards her face, their fingers pressing against the Princess's lips. She moans as they continue sliding the handle of the sword into her pussy, the Knight using this opportunity to slip their fingers into her mouth. The Princess rolls her eyes back as she swallows the fingers invading her mouth, her gagged moans echoing off the Knight's helm like sweet, soft music to their ears. They hold their fingers still as they continue to slowly pump the hilt of their sword into their Princess's royal hole.

The Knight lets out a groan as they carry on defiling their lady, their heavy breath hot against their face inside the helm. The Princess throws her head back, her pussy gushing around the hilt as she reaches her climax. Her body trembles as her walls clench tightly around the sword handle, knuckles turning white as she grips the armrests of the throne. She pants heavily as the Knight removes their fingers from her mouth, and moves their arm under the Princess's waist. They hold her up as they remove the hilt from her wetness, letting it clatter to the floor. The Princess slumps into them, hugging onto the Knight's arm.

Taz felt a hand on his shoulder; looking around, he saw the woman he had been watching. “I’ve noticed you’ve been watching me through the evening. Any particular reason I’ve piqued your interest?” She smiled. Taz looked up and down her body, smirking, leaning down. “Well, for one, you are gorgeous, and for another, you are a very exceptional dancer," he winked as he gently grasped her hand and kissed her knuckles. “What’s your name, princess?” Taz asked, his thumb tracing her hand; letting out a soft gasp at the contact, she bit her lip. “My name is Y/n, and yours, my prince?” Her sweet voice asked for his name, “Taz Skylar at your service” he bowed Y/n’s eyes narrowed slightly, trying to place his name.

“Your name sounds familiar, but your face…” she trailed off, staring at him, her eyes blinking softly. Taz chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t expect you to know my face, princess; it’s not famous yet”, he teased her lightly, making her eyes sparkle.  The beginning of a Latin guitar strumming through the speakers as the next song began playing. “Would you indulge me in a dance?” Y/n asked. Taz stepped forward, leaning down slightly. His nose nudged hers. “I’d be happy too,” he breathed. The light Latin guitar strumming through the speakers began as the song started.

You got them, Juliet eyes

And I can be your Romeo tonight

Star crossed, we're love at first sight

And it's like a movie

She dance like she never gon' die

Blowing up the floor like she dynamite

I don't wanna tell her goodbye

But it's only one night

Ooh, he got me Ooh, he got me Ay, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Ooh, he told me Ooh, he told me Ay, ya-ya-ya-ya Hasta luego (way go) She don't know my name though (oh, no) Hasta luego (way go) She don't know my name though (oh, no) I said, "Bailamos" I said, "Bailamos" I said, "Bailamos" and we dance Hasta luego (way go) She don't know my name though (oh, no)

Taz wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. They moved their bodies in unison to the sensual pop Latin music. Taz grasped her leg and placed it over his hip; Taz dipped Y/n back, his head pressed to her chest, slowly bringing her up. Taz swayed his body Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself off and spinning back, her arm extended. Taz grasped her hand, pulling her back and looping their arms over their shoulders. 

Y/n pressed her back to Taz’s, sliding down and twirling her hands on his chest, looping one arm behind his neck. His hands on her hips, pulling her body as close as possible to his. His lips ghosted her neck, breathing in her perfume, moaning lowly. Y/n could feel his hard-on through his jeans, looking over her shoulder and gazing into Taz’s eyes. “Want to leave and go somewhere else, my princess?” Taz whispered in her ear when the song came to an end. Y/n’s eyes flickered down to his lips, returning to his eyes. “Lead the way, my prince”, she told him as he grasped her hand, leaving the dancefloor and messaging Emily to tell the group he left to return to the hotel from feeling tired. Taz pulled Y/n as they ran down the street, laughing loudly, entering the lobby of his hotel. Making their way towards the elevator, Taz pulled Y/n into his arms, his fingers slowly threading through her hair. “So pretty”, he murmured; the elevator chimed as the doors opened. They both walked out as Taz checked to make sure everything was clear and made a run for his room. Y/n giggled, running behind him like they were little children playing hide and seek. Taz fumbled with the key card as he slid it into the door, beeping as it unlocked; Taz opened it, bowing for Y/n. “After you”, he grinned, letting her walk in first, following behind her and closing the door, locking it securely. Y/n admired the room as she swayed her arms back and forth, spinning around to face Taz. He walked forward, standing in front of Y/n. His fingers brushed hers as they trailed her arm towards her collarbone up her neck. Cupping her face delicately, Taz leaned forward, breathing softly and swallowing nervously. He looked into her eyes, searching for resilience, but Y/n showed nothing. Her hand slid up his body to his chest, the pout of her lips touching his. Both of their hearts racing at the intimacy, “Please”, she whispered, her nerves building. Giving Taz the consent he needed, he kissed her softly, pulling away briefly, their heads gently pressed together.

A moment passed before their lips were again attached in a passionate kiss. Taz furrowed his brows, his other hand cupping the other side of Y/n’s face, a soft moan escaping her mouth. Taz swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, which she granted him access to, his tongue exploring her wet cavern before battling hers for dominance. Taz leant down slightly, picking Y/n up under her legs and carrying her towards his bed. She sat on the end, her legs draped on both sides of his body. His hands pushed up her dress to her hips, feeling her soft skin under his palms. Y/n pulled away from the kiss, panting gently. Taz sighed dreamily, his lips trailing along her jaw and down her neck. Y/n moaned, her hips rolling; feeling his stiff cock press, she gasped, her underwear growing wetter with each grind of her hips. Taz adjusts and thrusts up. “Taz, please”, she moaned breathlessly. His hands work their way to unbutton the back of her dress, letting it pool at her waist. Y/n stood up and stepped out of the dress as Taz leaned forward to kiss her stomach and hips. “Tan Hermosa”, He praised tapping her ass lightly with a grin on his lips. Y/n lay on the bed. Taz removed his shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing his toned body Y/n licked her lips, watching him part her legs, kissing her inner thighs. Hooking his fingers over her underwear, he raised a brow Y/n nodded silently. Taz removed them, the fabric sliding down her legs and thrown across the room without a care. Taz groaned, his head hitting the bed. “Realmente he sido bendecido. Déjame probar el que creo será el mejor postre que jamás probaré, mi princesa.” He draped her knees over his shoulders Y/n shivered at his fluent Spanish, her arousal dripping down onto the bed. 

Taz didn’t waste a moment before devouring her pussy like a man-deprived Y/n moaned loudly, her back arched, then faltered onto the bed. Her fingers raked through his hair, and her other hand gripped the bed sheet. “Taz!” she gasped sharply, his tongue darting out to swipe through her wet folds with expertise. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer, his moans sending small vibrations through her core, up throughout her body. Y/n looked down, meeting Taz’s wild, lust-filled gaze; he winked before moving up, spreading her legs wider. Briefly pulling away, Taz breathed, “Doing so well for me, princess” he rubbed his cheek on her inner thigh before resuming his work. Determined to make her come as hard as possible, Taz shifted between a fast pace and slowing down to draw out her climax. Her sounds like music to his ears and make his heart skip a beat. His teeth grazed her swollen clit making her body shiver at the sensation. Taz grunted, feeling his cock harden more in his jeans, becoming unbearable. Grinding against the end of the bed to relieve himself, her sounds sent a shudder through his body. His brows furrowed in deep concentration, bringing her closer to her release. “Taz, don’t stop, she gripped the bed sheet tightly, feeling herself grow dangerously close. Taz smiled. “Go ahead, sweetheart, do it for me”, he moaned as he urged her with his tongue lapping faster. Her legs began to convulse with the overwhelming pleasure as the white-hot feeling washed over her. Y/n’s back arched off the bed, her fingers gripping Taz’s hair tightly while Taz didn’t let a drop go to waste, gently easing her body through the aftershocks of pleasure. 

Sighing deeply, Y/n’s eyes closed, and her body fell limp against the mattress. Taz smirked, standing up, removing his belt and pulling down his pants and briefs. Climbing up her body delicately, laying kisses, he slid a hand under and undone her bra, letting the material fall loose. Slowly removing the item from her body and flicking it away, he leant down to kiss her breasts lovingly Y/n moaned softly, her eyes fluttering open. Taz worked his way back to her lips, pressing an ever-so-light kiss. “Eres aún más hermosa que antes”, he whispered Y/n didn’t understand what he was saying, but a smile appeared on her face nonetheless. “I do hope you are saying good things in Spanish,” she told him; he grinned. “Of course, only the best of compliments for a beautiful woman” he kissed her, and Y/n melted underneath him, feeling his bare skin on hers, making her body tingle at the touch. “I need you to tell me if we should stop”, he murmured Y/n looked into his eyes, her pointer finger trailing along his bottom lip. “I want you, all of you”, she begged. Taz rubbed his cheek on hers affectionately, one of his hands intertwining with hers alongside her head. “Your wish is my command, princesa”, he moaned, lining himself up at her wet entrance. “Have you ever?” Taz asked Y/n nodded her head. “It’s okay; I’m all clear, so you don’t have to worry about it,” she said with a crooked smile. Taz chuckled, nodding. “Same with me; you’re in good hands” he kissed her cheek, his head pressed to Y/n’s, both letting out an anticipating breath.

Y/n’s lips parted as her walls accommodated Taz’s size; she had never had someone as big as him. Letting a shaky gasp, Taz slowly filled her, stretching her open, a low moan emitting from his chest. “Fóllame tu princesa apretada” Taz clenched his jaw at the snug fit, his hips beginning to move slowly. Taz observed Y/n’s face contorted in pleasure, her delicate lips open, moans and soft cries escaping. Her eyes were tightly closed, revelling in the overwhelming sensations. Taz began to thrust quicker, her legs wrapped around his torso, his vacant hand holding him above her steadily. “You feel so good, my god”, Y/n moaned. Her eyes opened, watching his muscles flex with each thrust of his body. Admiring his toned body, her hand slid down his chest to his abs. Taz shivered, letting out a groan. “Admire as much as you like, sweetheart; it’s all for you,” he noticed her gazing upon him, and he smiled. Y/n pulled him down, their lips messily tangled in a rough kiss. “Please, I want it harder”, she pleaded. Taz nodded at her plea and pulled out of her before entering her roughly, changing his angle and hitting her sweet spot harshly. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Taz drove into her hard like she wanted his hand untangled from hers, gripping her thigh. “Como esta miel, la quieres más difícil?” he growled, pressing his body to hers, leaving no space between them, a broken moan coming from her lips. The mix of his hard thrusts and his speaking of Spanish made her writhe underneath him.

Her mind began to turn fuzzy, and she felt the building release in her lower abdomen. She wrapped her arms around Taz’s neck, whining at his cock, hitting every crevice of her cervix deliciously. Her walls began to clench around him as Taz groaned. “You close love, wanna come with me, hmm?” he asked her, his breath hitting her cheek Y/n nodded. “Yes, please, Taz, I want to,” she panted. Taz gave a few more hard thrusts before faltering as he came inside her ropes of cum coating her walls. Y/n felt dizzy seeing stars as her high crashed through her violently. 

The two regained their breathing as neither moved, sharing a gentle kiss before Taz slowly pulled out Y/n whimpered at the loss. Taz lay on his back beside Y/n; a heavy breath left him; the room smelt of sweat and sex and was now filled with silence except for their soft breathing. “You, my darling, were amazing”, Taz praised, kissing Y/n’s cheek tenderly. A dazed smile appeared on her face as she turned to face him. “So were you” Taz pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arms around Y/n’s body, bringing her closer to him. Tucking her face in his neck and inhaling his musky scent, Y/n sighed, “I want you to stay the night; we’ll talk in the morning, okay sweetheart?” he kissed her head, and Y/n nodded. “Sounds great.” 

When morning came, Y/n stretched in the bed, rolling over and feeling a ray of light on her face. Cracking one eye open, she blinked, looking to her side and feeling a space. Sitting up slightly, she heard the shower running in the bathroom; smiling, she raked her fingers through her hair. She crawled out of the bed, bent over and found her bag. She grabbed her body mist, applied some, and took a mint. Grabbing her bra and putting it on, she saw Taz’s shirt draped over the couch and put in on; inhaling his cologne, she hummed content. “You look pretty in my shirt, love”, she heard Taz’s raspy morning voice; she turned around, her eyes widened, and lips parted as he came out with a towel around his waist. He looked down, a cheeky grin forming. “I would have asked you to join me, but I didn’t want to wake you; if you’d like, you can shower. I got a spare towel and…” he opened his suitcase and pulled out some linen shorts. “Here’s some shorts for you to wear, and I had these washed and dried for you” he handed her underwear with a wink. “Thanks, I’ll take you up on that shower”, she smiled as she walked towards the bathroom. Taz pulled her by the waist. “Good morning, princess”, he murmured, kissing her passionately and pulling away Y/n’s eyes still closed; Taz smiled, his thumb pulling her bottom lip gently. “I must be that good, huh?” he teased Y/n’s eyes fluttered open as she nodded. “More than good”, she pecked his lips quickly before slipping into the bathroom.

Taz got dressed, ordered breakfast, and sat on the island bench. Looking through his phone, he heard a knock at the door and walked over to open it. A staff member brought the breakfast, and Taz held the door open as Iñaki, Emily, Mackenyu, Jacob, Steven, and Jeff came in. Taz’s eyes widened as the staff member left. Taz thanked him and looked to his friends. “Uh guys, now’s not a good time, um”, he scratched the back of his neck nervously, quickly hiding Y/n’s things before they could see. “Well, it has to be; we said we would all hang out today.” Jacob grinned as Emily noticed the breakfast. “Wait a minute. Have you ordered breakfast? Since when? Hold on, something is up?” she pointed at her friend Taz, who shook his head. “Guys, honestly, I have-” He started as Y/n exited the bathroom. “Taz, I hope you don’t mind. I borrowed some-” she began and froze. Taz closed his eyes, his fists balled up as Emily’s mouth opened. “That’s why you had to ‘leave early’ last night!” She gasped. Jacob and Iñaki laughed loudly. Mackenyu chuckled, shaking his head. “So this is the one you wouldn’t stop staring at”, he nodded towards Y/n. Taz grumbled in annoyance. He looked to Steven and Jeff for support. The pair nodded. “Okay, you teenagers, let’s leave these two alone. I’m sure we will hear all about it later,” Jeff tried to urge the others, but they all sighed in disappointment. “And we would hate to be in their way, wouldn’t we?” Steven said and looked at the others. “Wouldn’t we?” he enunciated. They groaned and nodded in agreement as they trailed out, giving cheeky smiles to Y/n and Taz. Steven and Jeff nodded at Taz. “Thanks, guys”, he told them as they both looked at Y/n. “Look forward to meeting you properly soon,” they both said Y/n smiled and nodded. “Likewise with you guys” She looked at Taz as the door closed. Taz sighed. “I tried to stop them, but they are persistent idiots sometimes”, he laughed lightly.

“I ordered breakfast; come join me, princess, only the finest and best for you” he sat her down on the couch and brought over the trolley with the food, laying everything on the table. Sitting beside her, she tilted her head. “I noticed a schedule on your mirror. Are you in a TV show?” she asked. Taz nodded. “Yeah, I just finished filming it; it’s called One Piece, based on the manga series. I play Sanji a cook,” he grinned Y/n’s eyes widened. “Wait One Piece, oh my god, I love the manga show, and Sanji is my favourite, as well as Mihawk and Buggy. But you’re Sanji!” she gasped. Taz nodded. “Yep, I hope I do him justice for you, sweetheart; you also met the other straw hat crew members and some other characters just before.” He noted that Y/n narrowed her eyes. “What?” Taz laughed. “Yeah, so Iñaki is Luffy, Emily is Nami, Mackenyu is Roronora Zoro, and Jacob is Usopp. Steven is Dracule Mihawk, and Jeff is Buggy the Clown.” Y/n leant her head on his shoulder. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just met them and treated them like they were nobody”, she sighed. Taz nudged her. “They won’t mind; you didn’t know. Trust me, you’ll be okay.”

After breakfast, Taz and Y/n spent the day looking at different sites. Y/n was visiting with her friends, and Taz wanted to show her around before she went home. Y/n and Taz spent her last few days together at his hotel and met the cast properly when they all went out for dinner. Taz drove her to the airport the following day and walked her to the terminal, where her flight began boarding. “Well, thank you for these last few days, Taz. They were amazing; I just wished they didn’t have to end” She hugged him. Taz kissed her head, swaying them from side to side.

“I know I didn’t want it to end either, but if fate decides we should see each other again, then so be it” Y/n pecked Taz’s lips softly before walking to the terminal entrance; she stopped twirling around. “What’s that phrase mean, hasta luego? In that song we danced to the other night?” she asked. Taz smiled. “Hasta Luego: it means see you later”, he smiled Y/n waved. “Hasta Luego Taz”, she said. Taz’s smile widened. “Hasta Luego Y/n,” he watched her leave, and his heart began to break as he walked to the window and saw her walk up the steps into the plane. He didn’t want her to leave. The last few days he shared with her were what he always heard happen in movies. He wanted her. He wanted her to stay with him. He pulled out his phone and sent her a message, unsure if she would respond quickly, but he did it anyway.

Taz: I want to see where this goes, princess, not just as friends. If you feel the same way, get off that plane and stay with me. I’m not ready to let you go.

He held his phone, breathing heavily, awaiting her response. His phone chimed. He swiped across and opened the message. A bright smile appeared on his face.

Y/N: I wasn’t ready to let you go either; wait there for me.

You study the splattered building on your shoes and think of the building, Steve cleaning up the cuts by your eyebrow and kissing the bandage when he puts it on. "All better," he hums and helps you off the counter, taking your hand and walking to the others.

Steve and Murray squish on a loveseat and Steve's arm stabilizes you around your waist when you find a seat on the arm. Everyone else is scattered in different places, some standing or sitting. Your eyes linger on Max before looking at Hopper at the window.

Your hand drags up Steve's back to find the curls at the bottom of his hair, twirling it around your finger as you listen intently. It was like any other plan you heard when growing up, only this one wasn't about helping Hawkins, it was saving the world.

"You're not flying this helicopter, are you?" You ask your dad nervously and he chuckles.

"No, we'll get the pilot to do it," he says nonchalantly. Robin shakes her head and paces.

"Kidnapping, again! Add more charges on our rap sheet," she mumbles. You look at her with a small smirk, your nails scratching Steve's skull.

Questions start to rise about flying through the rift and so does Hopper's impatience. "Just fly through it?" Lucas asks.

Dustin chimes in once again and you roll your lips in between your teeth to hide your smile. He's unintentionally annoying Hopper and it's hard not to laugh. "These rotors are, like, 40 feet wide. It's too big. It's not gonna fit." Jim takes a deep breath and you look at him.

"Steve hears that all the time and goes in anyway. Don't you?" Your mouth fell in a straight line, hand freezing on Steve's neck. His finger loosens in your belt loop and you look at Robin wide-eyed, who had the same look.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Steve scolds her and you look at Hopper, whose patience was through.

"It's funny," Murray teases and Steve looks at him, slapping his shoulder, and Murray retaliates with a threat of karate. You laugh a bit but remember what you're laughing at, and shrink once more.

"Moving on," Jim says lowly and glares at Robin, looking around the room at everyone. He continues with his rant, and once again, Dustin butts in. Him and Hopper start arguing, then Murray jumps in, and soon half the room is yelling over each other.

Steve tenses under your hand and you look at him and he's mumbling to himself. "Steve?" He gets off the couch confused, then comes back with a look of determination on his face.

"We don't need a magic bean to climb," he speaks in a normal tone and you turn towards him, confused. "We don't need a magic bean to climb!" Steve exclaims and grabs everyone's attention, Jim still glaring.

You all follow him and listen to his explanation, his plan on how to end Vecna. You hang on to every word, watching his hands move the slinky, listening to his masterplan.

Everyone agrees it's an amazing plan, and Dustin adds planting a bomb to make sure the Upside Down is gone for good. You look nervously at the two, and you know what's already going to happen.

The group disperses and you grab Steve's sleeve. "You're not.. thinking of planting the bomb yourself, right?"

Steve gives you a look but before he can answer, the boom of Jim's voice shakes the room. "Hey." You jump away from Steve and you both look at him nervously. "Tell your friend I don't appreciate comments like that." He looks between the two of you and you nod.

"Absolutely, sir, that was uncalled for and I treat your daughter-"

Jim holds up his hand. "I don't.." his fingers fall into a fist and he drops his hand from the air. "Just please tell your friend no more jokes like that," he huffs before padding away.

You release a breath and Steve chuckles, holding your face and laughing into your mouth. "It's not funny! She almost had you killed!" You laugh along too and hold his elbows, standing on your toes to kiss him. "Come on, we need to get the ammo."

Steve taps your butt and follows you to the ammunition room, locking the door behind him and scooping you up. "How romantic is this?" He jokes.

"Oh, I think I could get married in here." You wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair, kissing every inch of his mouth. Steve kisses down your neck and holds your waist, pushing your sweater up slightly and digging his fingers into your skin.

"I've missed you," he breathes into your chest and you laugh, holding his face to make him look at you.

"I've been with you every day, Harrington."

"Not like this," he groans quietly, kneeling and unbuttoning your jeans. "Not just you." Steve tugs the denim down your thighs, scratching his nails down the back of them and biting your skin. "I want just you."

You step out of your pants and Steve looks up at you as kisses your wetness through your underwear, teeth biting and pulling them to the side. "Steve.. we have to.." your back hits the wall when his tongue dips into your pussy, collecting your juices on his tongue.

"We have to what? Tell me," he mutters and you can't even open your eyes as he pushes two of his fingers inside of you. You rest a foot on his shoulder and hold his hair, the other hand covering your mouth. "Thought so."

Steve works his tongue to the pace of his fingers, moaning to himself when he tastes you. You look down at him and he immediately looks at you, pulling away with swollen bright pink lips. "Fuck, I love you," you breathe and he chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh and moving his fingers again, his thumb rubbing over your clit.

You peel your eyes open and hold his cheek, Steve falling into your touch and looking up at you with his jaw hanging a bit. Your hand moves and grips his chin and running your thumb over his swollen lip. He bites down on your nail and you hook your thumb, digging your fingers into his chin.

"Steve," you gasp and hold his head for stability, his tongue replacing his thumb as he brings you to your orgasm. You slide down the wall a bit and he catches you, cleaning you up and falling on the floor with you in his lap.

You look up at his glistening mouth and blush, kissing his cheek softly and he rolls his lips in with his tongue to clean them off. Steve brushes a piece of hair out of your face and runs his thumb down your nose.

“I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he chokes out and you brush his hair out of his eyes, holding his face as you coo with a laugh.

“Oh, Harrington! I don’t think I’ve seen you cry and it makes me want to cry.” You hold his neck to bring him down and kiss him passionately, Steve holding your face with both his hands and falling deeper into the kiss.

“I just don’t want to lose you. We’re almost done, but I’m scared of the outcome. You’re the only peace I’ve had in this messed up place and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He’s fully cry at this point, a tear rolling down his nose and on your cheek.

“Steve, you’re not going to lose me. Just as long as you don’t sacrifice yourself or hang around that bomb,” you smile and he chuckles, kissing your forehead and letting his lips sit there for a minute. He rests his cheek on your head and strokes your hair and you hold his tricep.

“I just remembered you’re laying on the floor naked,” Steve mumbles into your hair and you laugh when you look at your bare thighs.

“Oh right,” you grunt when you sit up, Steve pulling you up and leaning you against the wall. He pulls your pant legs out and holds them open. “Uh, where’s my..?”

“Hm?” He hums innocently and looks up at you with those long lashes and beautiful brown eyes. You shake your head and pinch his cheek, sliding on your pants with Steve doing everything.

“You’re buying me new underwear, Harrington.” He taps the side of your foot after he’s done tying your shoes and stands up to kiss you.

“Jas, what the fuck are you trying to show me?” They passed the last row of graves before entering the forest once again. He kept quiet, didn’t speak another word until they entered a small clearing. Her breath hitched in her chest as she found the starry sky, unable to rip her eyes away. “Oh my.”

“See, I knew you’d love it.” For a second she only looked at her grinning husband. (Y/n) pressed a kiss to his cheek before looking at the stars again. She couldn’t help but be in awe with the sight, something so beautiful no words could fully describe it. 

“Was it like that when you were still human?” Jasper tugged her against his chest, arms wrapped around her waist while he kept staring down at her. She was visibly cold, trembling against him, and yet (y/n) didn’t want the spell of this moment to break. A hum left him before he got lost in his memories for a second. 

“I remember looking for the stars every night, I was hoping they’d point me in the right direction whenever I was lost. They were brighter back then, but still as beautiful.” She tilted her head back to look at him, staring at those golden eyes which were just as beautiful to her as the stars. (Y/n) kissed him, lips moving against his while Jasper’s thumbs stroked over the fabric of her jumper. She tried to deepen the kiss, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, but he eventually pulled away with a raspy chuckle. 

“Slow down, darlin’, it’s too cold out here for you to do any of that.” His words made her groan, forcing her to mumble something about hating not being this immune to the cold like him. Jasper rubbed his hands up and down her arms, eyes flickering back to the sky before stepping away from her. “C’mon let’s get you home, we can take a bath to warm you up.”

…

A comfortable warmth lingered in the bathroom, the scent of the bath bomb engulfed them as they sank into the water. (Y/n)’s head rested on his chest, eyes closed to try and ground herself while focusing on the movements of his fingers. Jasper traced shapes on her skin, letting goosebumps rise whenever he found a certain spot. 

“Don’t ever stop.” (Y/n) whispered the words, hoping they’d forever keep echoing through the room. Jasper only laughed softly, he pressed a kiss to the crown of her hair before moving his hands to her thighs. She didn’t see the smirk tugging on his lips, didn’t notice the small flicker in his eyes as she almost automatically parted her thighs some more. 

“Mhm, I bet you’re already aching to be touched, huh?” He murmured the words into her ear, drew a gasp from her as his fingers danced over her heat, and made her shudder as he began to use more pressure for his touch. He circled her bundle of nerves, let her feel the soothing cold of his fingers she was used to by now, allowing (y/n) to fully let herself fall.

“Fuck, Jas’.” (Y/n) arched her back slightly, tried to press herself further against his touch as if he was a magnet whose company she searched for. He wrapped one arm around her chest, while the other kept taking care of her aches, keeping her grounded as if he was scared she’d start levitating. “Faster, please.”

“Yeah? Like that?” His fingers moved faster, drawing a satisfied moan from her. Her hands darted out to find the edges of the tub, having to hold on as he let go of her to push a finger into her. Jasper curled his finger to find the spot he’d always find within seconds, knowing how to make her see stars almost as blinding as the ones he had shown her an hour ago. “My pretty girl, doing so well for me, ain’t you?”

“Yes, yes, always!” The words kept rolling off of her tongue, but she couldn’t spare them much attention. She was focused on the nearing cliff, preparing herself for a fall which would clear her of the fog lingering inside her mind, freeing her of the tight grasp her lust had on her. 

“Atta girl, cum for me then, I got you.” She came with a cry, knuckles growing lighter from the strength she used to keep holding on, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut. Jasper kept moving his fingers, kept fucking her with them while circling her pulsing bundle a few more times. “You’re such a pretty sight, darlin’.”

“You know, Adam, before you gave me an idea of reincarnation, I thought my daughter’s father no longer worked with that cruel man who wanted to possess my daughter. Since she was gone forever, and he knew it, I thought he would stop chasing me. I thought, with my presumed freedom, I could redeem myself for the wrong path I chose… The wrong path that led my daughter to the death,” the Creator said, walking around the abandoned tower, which was her deceased relative’s property, to pack her important stuff and getting ready to escape from this sanctuary.

To not bring danger into your life.

With melancholy, the Creator looked at you, the New Creature, who was sitting in front of the fireplace next to bears and dolls, having a little tea party on the soft rug, wearing a gown like a gentlewoman but without a corset or a crinoline. You had spent few weeks with the Creator whom you and Adam called Mother, which she fulfilled your bleak thoughts and gave you ideas of living: language and manners. Adam also learned many things from Mother, after trying to understand the world by himself for a decade.

It was as if the destiny led Adam and Mother to meet before you became you, and Adam helped Mother to create you…

You would be the one and only companion of Adam, living forever without trauma, and your existence cured his agony as if a magic balm. Although you looked at him with blank eyes since the first day you laid eyes on him, different from the way you looked at Mother—sweet and hopeful, Adam was still friendly to you and took care of you so well.

Today, you could speak many words but no complex structure. You knew how to clean yourself with a soaked cloth without ruining seams on your skin. Sometimes, you used Mother’s perfume, because it scented strangely florid. You also understood that Adam, the Creature like you, was a boy, and you were a girl, so you both were meant to respect the difference between you and him.

Since all organs for making you were from deceased gentlewomen with wisdom around the country, you became one of them: a gentlewoman with wisdom. Although you noticed stitches on your skin and mismatched hair color, you still thought you were beautiful. Adam said it everyday: “You look beautiful.” And that was why you began to trust him.

Moreover, you were imaginative and decent—a quick learner yourself. You loved picking up some dresses from the luggage of the Creator’s daughter and tried to dress like illustrations of the princess in the only fairytale book you had.

“Milk? Tea?” You asked one of your dolls, and you imagined it just gave you a reply. You had never broken anything, so Mother let you use real teacups, and Adam let you have wild berries in your plate.

Sometimes, Adam wore a top hat like a gentleman and joining your little tea party. Oh, right, he should join your party today, so you looked at him. But it seemed like Adam was talking about some serious stuff with Mother right now, so you understood that you should be in your secluded place with bears and dolls that couldn’t reply your questions—Do not interrupt Mother when she’s explaining something stressful and long to Adam.

“Cookie? Bread?” You asked one of your dolls again, and that was right, it would answer you only in your mind.

“I thought I could live in peace with my new daughter. I thought I could… I thought I would. I’m the most foolish mother in the world.”

“You’re not foolish,” Adam said, holding Mother’s luggage in his hand. He didn’t expect her to leave so soon, but at least she made the Creature who was born by the same process as his. “You tried to protect her, Mother, but you didn’t know that the cruel man’s people were on that way.”

“They killed her by accident,” Mother sobbed, but she muffled her trembling voice with her palm. She didn’t want you to be concerned about this situation. “I don’t know what happened to them, after their leader knew that my daughter was gone, but I’m sure that I’d suffer like them if I couldn’t run away as far as possible.”

Adam and Mother walked downstairs, heading to the front of the building. There was her own carriage that she would be a coachman herself.

“Protect her, Adam. I’m begging you,” she emphasized, after placing her luggage in the carriage. “I’m not sure if being with her would save her or bring danger toward her.”

You, wondering why Adam and Mother talked so long, stood up from the fireplace and headed to the window. You saw Mother sitting on the coachman’s seat, hands holding reins.

Adam looked up and met your gaze through the clear glass. You thought he was sad, like when you said, “Wild berries… I ate,” but you didn’t know that he was sad because of you and Mother. Was it because of wild berries again?

The Creature himself wanted to spend some time with his creator, but that person was mad all the time, so it wasn’t strange that he felt sorry to see you living without your creator—Mother.

This incident mirrored his past, although Mother was a compassionate person, like the blind man he had learned how to speak with when he escaped his own burning tower.

“She looks like my daughter so much… Too much. I myself am surprised by what I have done. I shouldn’t intend to make someone look like her. To bring danger into her life. I… I shouldn’t bring her into the same fate my daughter had. I’m sorry.”

“Mother… I may help you,” Adam said, looking back at your creator. His stitched hand placed on the back of hers, eyes wide with both hope and despair.

“You’re such a pure soul, Adam. I don’t want you to involve yourself with cruel people. They have twisted beliefs, and I do want you both to not stay close to those people. You and my new daughter should be safe. I should distract them all from traveling around this part of this country.”

Mother held Adam’s hand, and he could feel how cold and tense her palm was. He wanted to help her, to repay her for her abilities to create his companion, but she didn’t look at him—or you—as science objects. Adam was as if one of her family members, young and sympathetic, and you were new to the world, so—no—she could deal with whatever she had experienced in.

Two pure souls must be safe.

“Promise me, Adam. Promise me that you’ll not let anyone harm her. And you two will live together forever, having no one tearing you both apart. I don’t know when I’ll come back… I don’t exactly know when, and I don’t know exactly how, so I must want you to promise me that you and she will be safe. If I couldn’t come back here before the winter, then you and my new daughter should leave. Forget this place. Forgive me… Live and be happy with everyday.”

“I… I promise.”

For two days, the rainstorm came to the shoreline your tower located on, and this morning, the sun finally shone on the window of your bedroom.

You didn’t understand why Mother must leave. You were confused and… unhappy, as if Adam was unhappy about your greed for wild berries. But to know the possibility that Mother would come back—Adam tried so hard to explain many possibilities with strange words you didn’t know how to spell—made you feel less lonely and think about harvesting berries with Adam.

She would come back. You weren’t alone. And everything would be fine.

It was what you understood.

And now, you were ready to distract yourself with the forest near your place.

“Hat… Please,” you said, standing in the private area where you usually dressed and imitated Mother’s smile on the mirror. Adam gave you a hat you requested, still standing close to the dressing screen in case you wanted anything.

“The path may have mud,” Adam mumbled, hands fidgeting at the hem of his frayed shirt. “Your clothes may be stained.”

The thought of standing here, next to your dressing screen, made his heart throb. He himself didn’t understand why he wasn’t himself lately, but he assumed that he was just excited to explore the forest after the heavy rain with you.

“Adam…”

You stepped out of the dressing screen, beaming as the sun shone brightly on your flushing face. Your hat decorated with ribbons—with your favorite colors—suited your appearance nicely. Adam widened his eyes, as if he was watching the angel standing before him.

He adored when you enjoyed dressing yourself, being cheerful colors in his life.

“But I can wash it…” Adam smiled, seamed hand reaching out and holding yours. You stepped close and clung to him, cheek touching his upper arm through his rough shirt.

“Berries,” you whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “and flowers.”

Adam sighed with contentment, feeling the warmth of the sun on his facial skin—Or it was the result of his trembling heart. Or it was because of the thought about having you all for himself.

Forever.

You sat on a rock nearby the rivulet, letting a little bird sit on your palms. You imitated the bird’s sound, because you wanted to communicate with it. You didn’t know the meaning of your strange noise, so did the little bird on your palms. Meanwhile, Adam walked around the woods, having deers and squirrels as companions.

The cold air and the smell of soil after the rain could refresh his mind. He sometimes glanced at you who enjoyed talking to the little bird, and he noticed that you didn’t even know there was the little squirrel sitting on your hat.

Adam stopped gathering wild berries, smiling at the sight of your delicate appearance. He placed the basket of fruit on the ground, hands touching the tree, leaning his body against it. Animal companions sensed that Adam was indeed into the New Creature in the exquisite gown, but he was just an admirer from afar—too shy—and firstly thought he himself wanted only a friend, not a lover.

He hadn’t understood the concept of love, but he was learning about it. The fairy tale he read for you every night taught him a thing or two, which made him consider that love might be something unreachable, especially when he intended to have a companion…

Not a lover.

But you…

“You’re beautiful.”

You were a creature, like him, yet beautiful and delicate as if a porcelain doll. Every time he looked at you, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you that easily.

At the moment, the light didn’t touch his cold skin, but his cheeks felt warmer than usual. His chest was filled with adoration when he thought you were the real angel of his.

You were his.

His companion. His woman.

You were with him now.

As he smiled, his heart throbbed… He felt so alive. You had no idea that only your existence could cure his agony and loneliness. After a decade of isolation, he had you. You were his savior, truly.

He taught you how to read, and you taught him how to love—love deeper than he loved wild berries and flowers.

Was it supposed to be the feeling of love? Was it just attachment and belonging?

“So beautiful…”

The bird flew back to its mother, and the squirrel landed on the branch above your head, which the light movement reminded you that the squirrel had been with you all the time. You laughed at yourself, while eyes looked around the forest with wonder. Leaves and the river were more enchanting than illustrations in the book, and—fascinatingly, the cold breeze became your favorite thing. You took a deep breath, smiling happily.

Then, you shifted your gaze to vines and green moss around you. And, for wild flowers, they seemed fragile yet strong enough to not flow in the air. Adam had told you, “You’re like a wild flower,” and you thought you understood that.

You got up, heading to white flowers. Hands picked them up, trying to organize them and mimic the captivating painting in your bedroom. You remembered that the bouquet had small ribbons, but you didn’t want to tear your own clothes for it, so you used your own hands instead.

Anyway, the painting had no scents; real flowers had scents. You loved this fragrance more than Mother’s perfume; it was soft, sweet, making you feel calm.

Then, you looked into the rivulet, the reflection in the water blurring stitches and seams on your cheeks and forehead. From your own sight, this reflection made you look more like the young woman in Mother’s locket—her daughter—than your usual appearance. You thought you were beautiful—like that poor soul—but would your presence be enough for Mother to return as soon as possible?

Your eyes were warm with tears, and… somehow, you didn’t understand why delight stayed shorter than gloom. You knew that you became you by great pieces of corpses. You knew that the biggest inspiration for the niece of the scientist—your creator, Mother—was the death of the daughter.

You didn’t know if staying forever and distracting yourself with beautiful gowns, or flowers, or berries would be enough to make you enjoy your life.

The life of someone…

But it was just a random thought, right? You had a brain, and Adam taught you about imagining pictures of things you read to improve your thoughts.

Right, Adam was with you.

Adam was still with you.

He had never called you by the name of Mother’s daughter. He would let you decide which name you preferred to call yourself, although you still couldn’t decide. He even let you try to wear a gentlemanly top hat, in case you preferred male attire. He had never intended to make you become the person who was already dead. He just looked at you as his companion, understanding your confusion and curiosity, accepting your decision and dreams about hosting perfect tea parties every Thursday or baking bread by yourself.

Adam always looked at you, because you are you.

“Adam…”

You looked up, searching for the only companion of yours. Finally, you found him standing behind a tree.

Beautiful…

Adam himself wasn’t sure why his heart beat quicker when your eyes shone brightly and your smile were sent to him. The simple thing felt so special for the forsaken soul, and he didn’t know how to handle it.

He shifted his gaze and grabbed the basket, continued gathering wild berries he and you liked, but his hands were trembling. Deers and squirrels knew immediately that he was into you, not mere companionship, but who would enlighten this shy creature about courting a woman?

And the new creature, yourself, wasn’t sure why he abruptly avoided the gaze—Oh? He was fumbling. How could the strong man like him fumble?

His hand grasped a branch of berries, yet his steps seemed unsteady—tripping—and wild berries he already gathered nearly spilled out from the basket. The squirrel settling on the back of a doe shook its head with disapproval.

You didn’t know why the picture of Adam being clumsy made you chuckle. But, suddenly, you thought he might be sad, like the time you ate all wild berries… Right, he stumbled.

And he might be sad.

Holding the bunch of flowers in your hands, you ran to Adam. The beautiful gown, already untidy, sank into muds, and it might make Adam feel tired of washing it, but you thought you would help him wash it.

As Adam stood on his feet, back toward you, your hand reached out and touched his shoulder. As if he couldn’t hear your steps but his own turmoil in his own head, he was startled and turned around quickly.

“Miss,” he greeted, his pale cheeks blushing, his eyes wide. He would call you like this, until you figured out what name you would love to be called.

“Adam,” you said his name, since it was one of words you could speak. “Flower.”

You picked one of wild flowers in your hand, tucking it behind his ear. He was so tall, and you must stand on the tip of your feet to look closely if the flower was at the right place.

But, for Adam, he was speechless, only widening his eyes with surprise. He could hear his own heartbeat—couldn’t you hear it?

“F-For me?” He stuttered yet stood still, no more stumbling, eyes looking at you closely. “You’re so kind.”

You smiled and grasped his free hand, guiding him to follow you. Your small form was more powerful than his, but it wasn’t physical strength that made him easy to be pulled.

Then, you sat down near the rivulet, pointing to reflection of you and Adam. He knelt down next to you, and he saw his face without stitches. He looked… normal… in gentle waves of water. It was odd for him. But to focus on the flower tucking behind his ear made him sane.

He looked at you, and you looked at him.

“You’re beautiful,” you said it, like when he said to you. And genuineness in your eyes comforted him even more, guaranteeing him that he didn’t listen to the untruth.

“You’re beautiful, too,” Adam mumbled, smiling shyly. “So beautiful… I can’t take my eyes off you.”

You chuckled, sitting on your own skirt, then repeated: “Beautiful.”

Your hands cupped his cheeks, tilting your head when you looked into his eyes. He was caught off guard by your gesture—so intimate, so gentle—since it resembled one of illustrations in the fairytale book. The Princess held the Knight’s cheeks, then the Knight leaned closer.

Adam swallowed, and he leaned into your touch. His eyes were pleading, expecting you to do something like… kissing him.

Please, please…

Kiss him.

“Where is her relative’s tower? I don’t see anything bigger than that eerie church.”

But Adam pulled back and shifted his gaze to the path near the forest. You didn’t know why he did that, but you followed his tense gaze. It was the first time you saw other humans and—weapons?

You gasped, then Adam covered your mouth with his calloused palm. Although from the distance between you and those men were far, you stayed quiet for Adam’s sake.

“I found only abandoned barns and one inn on the south. Those old people thought I were a thief, so they gave me bread and rum.”

“Bread and rum? How lucky you are. The old farmer just threw a straw at my face, thinking I’d sell him a satanic book or something.”

“No wonder why your beard looks like a mess.”

You didn’t understand the entire thing those people were talking, but you nestled yourself in Adam’s embrace. You felt uncomfortable and didn’t want to look at them.

“Uh, that woman flees quicker than the bird.”

“We should check other towns, you know. Can’t waste our time with this sinister location.”

“Yes, we should.”

Adam sent you back to the tower, where you sat on the armchair, sinking yourself into the soft cushion as if it could hide your body. Your eyes stared at the cold, empty fireplace, wondering when Adam would come back.

He followed those huntsmen who worked for the cruel man—whom you wondered if one of them was the father of the dead daughter or not.

For the entire afternoon, until the early evening, Adam came back. He just pried into those people’s journey, checking if all of them finally left the town. Then, he rushed to the tower where he and you stayed together, waiting for Mother to come back—or if she couldn’t come back, then both of you would go out of this town as well.

As Adam opened the front door, you knew well that it was him. But you needed to make sure, like he taught, that the man on the front hall was him. You shouldn’t rush from your seat, until you heard his voice.

“They’re gone.”

His voice resonated through the hall, and that made you get up from your seat quickly. You ran to the stairs and watched Adam. He was walking upstairs, and his hair was soaked. The soft rain outside made the air colder and the mist thicker, which you knew Adam disliked them.

“Coat,” you said. When you stopped before you, you asked him to take off his coat. He firstly thought you didn’t want the rug on the stairs soaked with drops of water, so he willingly took off and gave it to you.

“But they may come back anytime.”

While Adam walked into the living room and prepared the fireplace, you walked into the bathroom where you threw his soaked coat, including your muddy gown for the journey around the forest, into the empty bathtub. You washed your hands for a brief moment, then headed back to the living room.

“They want Mother?” You asked, standing at the entrance and watching Adam warm his hands with flames.

“Yes,” he sighed. “They won’t harm us if they don’t see us… Or if they see us, they may not want to harm us. But I don’t know the future.”

“I look like her…”

“No, you’re not,” Adam said abruptly. He knew that you understood many things, because you were born as a gentlewoman with wisdom, different from him who was born as a strong soldier of the troops. “Something in you resembles to the daughter, but it doesn’t resemble entirely.”

“Still look like.”

“You’re not her.”

…

“Trust me.”

In the middle of the night, Adam listened to the fairytale story you read. He was sitting at the end of the bed, leaning his back against the bed’s pillar. He noticed that you were more comfortable than the early evening and more confident than the last week you practiced reading, and you began to adore the name of the princess in the book.

“I like this name,” you added, and you pointed to yourself when you said the name.

Adam repeated the name, smiling when he saw you smiled. “You want to name yourself with this name?”

You nodded, then closed the book and set it on the nightstand. Your puff sleeves lightly moved when you reached out and grabbed the basket of wild flowers and berries.

“Flowers? Berries?”

Adam raised his brow, looking at wild plants in your soft hands. “Berries, thank you—”

You teased him. You ate two berries and smiled with mischief. He widened his eyes with surprise… He thought you would give him berries.

“Is it a game?”

“Yes,” you replied, swallowing sweet and sour tastes. “Again?”

He chuckled and said: “Sure.”

“Flowers? Berries?”

Adam contemplated for a moment, before saying: “Flowers.”

And you ate berries again. He widened his eyes, chuckling with disbelief. “You’re going to eat all of them again.”

You said nothing but placed the basket carefully on the nightstand, shifting closer to him. You had one berry in your hand and fed him.

Adam’s lips opened for you, relishing the light touch of your fingertips on his cold skin, then savored the wild fruit you provided. His mismatched eyes looked at your lighthearted face, so unguarded and attractive. He wondered what it was in your mind… He wondered why you smelled so sweetly…

And he wondered why your fingers still touched his lips, curious why his heart throbbed more than usual.

“Stay,” you began, voice low like a whisper. Your eyes observed his presence.

“You want me to stay?” He asked, his voice trembling when you shifted closer to him.

“Stay with me,” you begged, hands shifting to his neck. “Please.”

Adam didn’t even move away when you sat on his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders. You shut your eyes and leaned your forehead against his, relishing you two’s closeness that always made you comfortable.

“Princess,” you whispered, and that reminded him of one illustration in the book you just closed. The Princess and the Knight—Of course. They seemed to be a perfect couple. Lovable and forever. Sensual and beautiful.

“Princess?” He shut his eyes as well, arms wrapping around your waist. He couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose to your soft cheek, making you giggle. He wanted to do this for so long, and you just provided him with this intimate gesture.

“The Princess kisses the Knight,” you cooed, pulling back and looking at him. Your hand cupped his cheek, eyes gleaming with affection.

Adam leaned his face against your touch—He loved every touch you did toward him.

But the thing he didn’t know was your next request.

“Kiss me.”

Adam’s breath hitched, blushing and melting at the same time. You just wanted him to kiss you? Like the fairy tale? Like the casual, intimate thing that happened between a boy and a girl?

“Kiss me, Adam…”

How could the Knight dismiss the Princess’ request?

___

keziah

___

 I offer a hand to the princess, she accepts it with a gracious smile.

Her hand rests on my gauntleted palm. i wish i could feel how her silken fingers brush over my skin, but armor is hard and unyielding. a good vessel, holding my shape as i melt.

"princess elianna. i’m glad you’ve rejoined us in this court." it comes out perfectly, detached, empty.

she does not respond in kind, words jarring in their awful warmth. the kind that hurts to hear. “thank you, knight. it's a pleasure to see you.”

i return the smile faintly. ignore the way the sun cradles her, a crown bright and blinding. dressing her hair in dizzying fractals of light. the stars favor ellie just as the rest of the universe does– i’m forced to look away, lest the beat of my heart betray me. “mostly mine, princess.”

we linger at the top of the stairs. she isn’t budging.

“keziah, was it..? we’ve met before.” her voice is much too casual, unguarded. “call me ellie.” The princess tilts her head, like a darling little cat. she looks at me like a game. it should bother me. it doesn’t.

“‘princess’ makes you feel distant. we know each other.”

know her? i used to there’s something strange now, something sharp and cutting that i can barely unearth, buried as it is beneath memories and scattered light. i want to cut myself open on the edge of her teeth, let her taste me perceive me

elianna’s smile is widening into something heartstopping. breathtaking. her eyes have always squinted narrow enough to slip between the cracks of my armor, infiltrate my nervous system and give it the tiniest, breathless shock.

“..ellie.”

i repeat, fighting back a wistful sigh at how good the name feels against my lips. pure, short, soft . i whisper it to myself again and again, fill my head with it and drown .

“i won’t forget.”

"i hope you'll keep true– i wouldn't want my sweet knight getting my name wrong, would i?"

the affection in her tone almost dazes me, a startled laugh managing to escape layers of padding and metal, then words tumble unbidden.

 "..of course not.”

 too familiar. i can’t stop.

“the next time i call you princess, you must assume i've forgotten your true name. scold me thoroughly, beat me as you wish–" i pause. fumble with my brain for a second, wrestling it to the floor and punching it dead. if dared think, i might process the slight flush on her cheeks and then it’ll all be over.

"..princess."

elianna shakes her head, laughing. it comes naturally to her. "i will. and i won't be gentle about it. got it, my sweet?"

something ignites in my ribcage and scorches it empty of air.

we reach the bottom of the stairs, my brain still comatose. i barely notice when her hand lifts from mine, leaving only an imagined sensation that tingles through my palm.

i let go, noticing the small, subtle smile lingering in my own expression. pressing it flat. "safe travels then, princess. perhaps the next time you visit, your prince may show you the gardens." i fear how my voice lilts up, too soft. "..be careful to not get lost. you will blend in too easily among the flowers. princess."

she laughs again– a sweet noise, surrounding me, swallowing me. "..ah, you flatter me. i fear i'm not nearly as beautiful as the royal gardens." as she looks towards her carriage. steps away. "after all, Elarkian botanists are extraordinary. this kingdom truly is magical."

the princess offers one last grin before leaving. one more memory to hold close to my chest, in the sacred privacy of night.

i want to spill my heart into her gentle hand, but all i can offer is unspoken truths to her departing back.

you say the gardens outrank you

oh how you're wrong

even the rhododendrons cannot hide your glory.

my elianna.

i stifle the very thought before it takes root and destroys me, settling for murmuring her name like a prayer

begging her to look over her shoulder

and see me.

________

axel

________

my knight is removing his armor. i’m trying not to let it distract from the injustice that’s just occurred right before my eyes. my rightful, sensible fury .

i take a deep breath as his breastplate comes off. fortify my tone to something hopefully regal, sharp, commanding. 

"..what was that? back at the throne room?" skysinger above. the very thought pisses me off all over again.

the knight reaches up, loosening the careful way his long hair was pinned to his head. it falls in layers to his chest, lucent and pale, the soft reflection of moonlight off a yarrow’s bloom. he's taking his time responding. "..there's no reason for the lady’s visit to be entirely miserable. she isn't as.. 'boring' as you claim, my beautiful prince. not many people are." his tone holds fond amusement, humor slinking around the words- slow and languid, like a cat in the sun.

i blink, swallow back a familiar smile. i’m stern. stern and intimidating. but--

‘my beautiful prince.’ it makes my heart tighten, purr in contentment. no matter how many times i hear the phrase, how desperately i remember that he doesn’t mean it. keziah doesn’t mean anything he says. i clear my throat. "she's very boring, keziah. you can't deny it." i grumble, only slightly petulant. “..and.. and-”

"she is intelligent and used to being dismissed." he counters gently. "so she has developed a shell. similar to yourself. princess elianna dislikes you for much the same reason you dislike her- your circumstances and how you treat her." 

keziah sounds like he sees her. truly, deeply.

he leans forward and i can’t step away, still looking up at me with those down-turned, thoughtful quartz stone eyes, foggy and faceted all at once. i can’t read them. i never could.

his hand is on my face.

i jerk away, the touch too hot. burning my cheek and leaving it electric, sharp and prickling in the most beautiful way. only after a second do i remember to tack on a frown. as if his insolence annoys me. 

"what.. do you mean? keziah?" i hate how my voice betrays me for a second. hesitates, like my unspoken questions catch it and weigh it down. “..surely she can't be that.. amazing. or like. whatever. just a princess, anyways.” there’s nothing i can say, no justified complaint or deep-seated discomfort. i haven’t noticed much of that girl. not when he’s right there, beside her.

the knight’s eyes are turned to the ceiling, reminiscent. like she’s a distant memory already. "princesses are nothing to dismiss. she is.. special." 

i can't help but notice the way that a soft smile starts tugging at my knight's lips, the same way it did back in the throne room. the sunset throwing a festival in his crystalline hair as the princess placed her hand in his.

 "..beautiful. kind, but not spineless. her presence itself.." his sentence trickles off, praises falling too easily from his lips, overripe fruit wasted in the dirt. he turns his attention back to me. instead of the imaginary leech inside his head, sucking him dry of love, leaving none for me.

for his duty, i remind myself. not to mention the princess is engaged to me. really, i should be more cross.

. "..princess elianna keeps up with matters of the kingdom easily. she will be a good partner for you, my prince. just who the kingdom needs." there's tension in the melodic calm of his voice, an intangible, aching longing that resonates through the floor, stabbing itself into my ribcage. it hurts.

“aren’t you praising her too much?” it comes out too questioning, insecure. i try again. "..she's my fiancé, keziah. not yours." i say in a low voice, staring at him with steel in my eyes that i’m certain he sees as pathetic. “and you’re.. you’re mi– you’re my.. knight. keziah.”

mine.

“..y-you seem to forget sometimes. you’re under me, beneath me, so don’t lecture me on–”

"i know, darling." i hate how easily he cuts me off. how i let him.

"my sword is yours, my mind, my body. it is my role as a knight to.. to serve you. i know my place." keziah speaks, quiet and baritone- still brimming with such lingering want- a need so deep i can feel it hollowing out in my bones. 

he’s so controlled, and he was so free with her. “i just want you to treat the future queen with dignity, prince. it’s of.. vital diplomatic importance.”

..i want to cry. to throw myself into him, bury my face in his yarrow hair like a snotty little kid kid and sob. “..right. no, you’re right.” i echo, though i can barely hear myself.

keziah smiles, and i feel my heartbeat desert me until his expression fades back into neutrality. "..i’m glad you understand. i didn’t mean to give the wrong impression about my.. idea of her.”

  ‘her’ . the knight is barely audible, throat catching on the word in a way i’ve had never heard. i hate how reverential he sounds, almost worshipful. like she’s a god, not just a woman.  just a woman.

 the candlelight is a mocking parody of how he'd been so radiant with her. beautiful, encased in a captive glow even as the sun departed. i’d read keziah’s heart through the steel around it– his arteries run with euphoria.

 how long would it take me to forget that sight? how long before i see it again? how long before i see him with her again?

 my knight looks up, the dim light staining his quartz eyes a sickly yellow. one-toned and flat. he has no more words for me, leaving me with a flood for him. keziah’s gone somewhere distant, somewhere i can’t ever reach in the recesses of his heart. 

his stupid , metallic heart.

i turn to leave, already scrubbing at pathetic tears.

i know better than to hope for him to look back down

and see me. __ elianna ___ stifling, suffocating, too-warm and strangely moist against my palms. i imagine my cushions breathing–flaring open, loosened pores stuffed with piss-yellow pus and writhing maggots–closing with me slumbering peacefully inside it. content to be digested by epidermis and hair follicles. spat back out nothing more than blissful, braindead shit.

i wish. velvet’s an awful choice even for the palace’s filthiest chamber pot–let alone for the lining of an entire carriage. gold, too. how gauche. it reflects onto me dreadfully, washes out my complexion in even more yellow. not piss-yellow. maybe a bit more orange, even less flattering. i touch my face. what, truly, was achieved by this? (a reminder of wealth, of how below i am here in Elark. Gold is mined in Vaskan, commonly by slaves and the desperate–immigrants, refugees. this is a show of status. domination– or perhaps simply a show of awful taste.) what were they thinking? (perhaps to cast me as a spoiled princess, carted around in a dreadfully expensive carriage–with symbols of my own kingdom’s oppression flashing and blinding and screaming. i would be in the papers before a good night’s rest, smeared and utterly destroyed.) what was he thinking? (touching my hand like that, so horribly out of turn? did he want me to feel the tremor underneath his armor, the twitches in his stoicity? does he not see our audience? does he not care? does he do it, simply to feel me again? love me?) and i was forced to play along, wasn’t i? because here, even a knight can demand respect from me. forced. i was coerced, clearly– to take his flirtation, to smile. my thoughts rattle along with the carriage, adapting to local customs. they’re churning– unstable– like everything else in this god-forsaken kingdom. ‘skysinger.’ a joke of mythology, a butchering of gods. they’ve sold honor for enchanted gardens. magicked artillery. arcane arrows and charm-spoken propaganda. controlled masses. glamoured nobility, beauty on sale, charisma on auction to the most well-spoken bidder.enchanting language, charming words, controlled me–

i steady myself with a slow blink. Vaskan is on my shoulders, sogenocide is my crown, andi must not slouch. i reach to draw the curtains closed– gods, velvet again, i shudder through my silken gloves–

throw the carriage into darkness as it rattles through a gilded gate

lest the eyes growing on every tree ('extraordinary' botany indeed) peek inside

“Pj was such a dick the other day. I mean, saying that about your mom was so out of line, babe, and I mean, you didn’t make a fake fight club to have sex with cheerleaders. You actually cared about female solidarity and everything. And you’re literally dating a cheerleader on your own accord without lying-“

You pause your rant about PJ, turn around, and see Hazel sitting in your bed, staring at the lower half of your body. It’s clear she isn’t paying attention. You walk closer to your bed and see her bruised face from the fight at the pep rally. You frown, knowing she probably had some sort of concussion that was making it hard to focus.

“Hazel? Hazel, are you okay…do you need to lie down? Am I talking too fast?”

Hazel looks up at you with her blue eyes bruised black and purple, but they’re still big and bright as she looks at you. 

“I-um, no, I was just thinking about something else.” 

You sit beside her on your bed, your thighs touching hers in her black jeans. Hazel's eyes linger on your upper thighs again before tearing her eyes away. She feels her heart beating faster in her chest, trying not to stare at your legs, trying to ignore the ache in between her thighs. She feels a bit guilty being so turned on as you look at her, so worried and concerned. 

“Oh? Thinking about what?” You see Hazel look a bit flustered at your question, and you relax a bit. You could tell it wasn't something bad, but you were still intrigued about what was on her mind. 

“Um. I was just thinking about you and how you look cute in your cheer skirt,” she tells you the truth partially, slightly nervous and embarrassed to admit that your skirt had turned her on so much. 

You smile at the compliment. “Oh, thanks, babe! We got new cheer uniforms since it's like the biggest game ever, but they are a bit shorter.” You get off your bed and look at the skirt through your mirror. It’s a few inches shorter than your usual cheer skirt. You thought you got the wrong size at first, but they just ended up being that short. “I'm glad we were shorts underneath, or I would literally flash the crowd.” 

Hazel smiles, laughing a bit at your comment, eyes still gazing at your lower half. “Well, it looks really good on you. Maybe shorter skirts make you more aerodynamic, help you fly up higher or something.” 

 Hazel suggests innocently when she knows thats probably not the reason your skirt is so short it's almost showing your ass considering your team’s pep rally performance.  You laugh a bit, smiling at her reasoning. 

“I really don't think that’s the reason, baby.” 

She toys with the bottom of your skirt lightly as she continues. “No, I think it is! Maybe it could help with the-the air and going up and-and flips and stuff because there less..fabric?” 

Hazle tries to justify but fails, making you laugh more. You find her attempt cute, though. Her blue eyes linger on your thighs again, gazing at them before she pulls you onto her lap by your hips, quickly kissing your lip-glossed lips suddenly. You suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected kiss, closing your eyes and melting against her the familiar feeling of her lips. You feel Hazel’s hands grasp your hips tighter as she kisses your lips, pressing against each other. Your arms go around her neck.

You break apart from the kiss slightly, looking at the playful smile on her lips and her face flushed and red, her eyes wide as she looks back. You can tell she’s turned on, and if her gaze didn’t give it away, her hands creeping up under the skirt did. 

“You’re really happy over these aerodynamic skirts, huh?” you smile at her, knowing that was not the reason she couldn’t keep her hands off you. You could tell it was because of how the shorts showed off your legs and a bit of your ass. 

Hazel pulls you against her passionately. Your lips crash together, kissing you again. She pulls you by your hips back on top of her. You feel her hands lightly moving down your back. She can’t keep her hands off of you, but you move your lips off slowly as you realize how things are progressing. You stare at Hazel, hesitant when you remember.  

“Hazel…are you sure you can do…more strenuous activities? You know you were beat up pretty badly, babe.” you look concerned as you sit up, moving off of her. You move off from on top of her and sit back on your bed. 

She nods excitedly like there is no problem, like she didn’t get the shit kicked out of her the other day and is perfectly okay. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s fine. I’m like almost 100% better anyways.” Hazel tries to sound sure, but you can tell she isn’t. You nod, still not fully unconvinced. You saw the fight and know she had taken quite a beating, and the last thing you wanna do is make it worse by having sex. 

You pause, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “Babe, I really don’t think we should be doing anything. Plus, we have to be at the football game in like an hour.” Hazel nods, pouting her lip a bit as she thinks. You watch her fidget with her silver rings as she thinks of a solution, clearly not taking no for an answer. 

“Oh! Wait, wait, I got it.” Hazel looks excited, her blue eyes excited. She lays down on your bed. “I’ll just eat you out.” You pause, thinking for a few minutes about her solution,  

“I don’t know Hazel…what about you-”

 She cuts you off, hungrily kissing your lips as they press against hers. She cups your cheek and slips her tongue in your mouth. You melt instantly, feeling that warm feeling you get every time you kiss. After making out for a few minutes, you feel her pull away, your head a bit dizzy from the kiss.

“Please let me eat your pretty pussy. I promise I’ll be fine,” Hazel begs as she looks at you, slowly rubbing circles on your hips. Her words go straight to your core, turning you on.  

You look at her and give in, unable to resist her big blue eyes. “Fine, but you’re stopping the second you get dizzy or something feels off.” Hazel nods as her grip on your waist tightens as she looks up at you excitedly. 

She pulls your black lacey underwear from under your cheer skirt and throws them somewhere off in your room. You lean down and cup her face with her face, your lips crushing onto hers again, making out. Hazel moves her hands down, lightly squeezing your ass. Her lips linger, touching against yours as she looks up at you. 

You move, placing your hips over her face. You look at her as she stares back excitedly. You slowly lower yourself on her lips and waste no time licking around your wet and puffy folds. She licks along your lips slowly, and you gasp at the feeling of her tongue. She continues moving her tongue as you try to hold your hips, trying not to thrust them, Hazel’s injuries still in the back of your mind. You moan out her name as she sucks on your clit. 

“Fuck Hazel, please don't stop.” you close your eyes, grabbing the side of her sheets and slowly rolling your hips against her lips. 

She grips your ass under your cheer skirt, squeezing it. Her tongue slips inside your entrance, and your moan grows louder as her motions speed up slightly, eating you out like she’s starved. Your face grows hotter as you feel the arousal building; you feel yourself getting wetter under her touch. She places a smack on your ass, and you moan, not expecting to like it as much as you did.  

“Fuck, baby! I'm close!-yes, right there! Fuck Hazel!” 

Your back arch letting out a breathy moan as your orgasm gets closer. You thrust, moving your hips faster as she swirls her tongue around your swollen clit. You feel yourself coming undone as your orgasm hits. Cumming around Hazel’s lips. You breathe deeply and slowly move from on top of her, sitting in your bed. Hazel sits up, her chin wet and lips swollen. 

You look at her, wiping your wetness off her lips. “How do you feel? Are you dizzy, or do you have a headache?” 

Hazel smiles and shakes her head. You nod, still catching your breath. You feel her hand on your thigh, rubbing it softly, feeling her cold rings on your skin. 

“Yes, I’m fine; never been better.” She beams, happy from her previous activities. You kiss her lightly before standing up to finish getting ready for the game against Huntington. Hazel leans against her arms, watching you in your bed. 

“But after I feel better, I’m gonna have to fuck you in that skirt.” you turn around at her words, a bit shocked at how bluntly she put it. 

“Oh? You are. And eating me out while I'm wearing it isn't enough?” Hazel shakes her head lightly. 

“No. I mean, it's good enough for right now, but the thought of watching you bounce on my strap in that cute little skirt is making me feel a bit foggy and extremely turned on.”