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jaylaxies · 9 months

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ROMAN HOLIDAY

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, slight fluff, protected and unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), cunnilingus, marking, creampie, mentions of petnames (princess, baby, darling, daddy), lots of kissing and brief mentions of smoking, stealing, running away from cops, drugs, somnophilia (consensual), etc.

WC: 10k words

SYNOPSIS: visiting your grandma’s place was more or less your entire plan for your summer vacations and only break you get before your university starts, although, meeting your neighbour, bickering with him and clutching his hand while running away from cops wasn’t in your bucket list.

PLAYLIST: welcome to wonderland by anson seabra, movement by hozier, if you let me by alina baraz, how to love by jen z, roman holiday by halsey.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my sweetest angels <3 i'm finally here with a jake fic which was long due! i hope you guys like it <33 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated :D loveyou all <3

Bagging a window seat for a day-long journey sure is a blessing, peculiarly when you have to stay sitting at your spot in a train for a sum of six hours. Nestled in your seat, you sit straighter when the scenic view of the sea water meeting the sky graces your eyes—which you capture on your phone’s camera with a soft smile.

It felt as if it had been ages since you got out of your room, where you used to be cooped up during the entirety of your day, studying for your final year of school.

Your parents were concerned. They were highly proud of you for achieving top honours, yes, but it was about time you went out and cherished your life a little before you got winded up in the stress of University yet again, which was to start in one month.

And what’s a better place to spend your vacations at if not at your granny’s home?

It was a few minutes past six when you finally reached your desired destination, dragging your luggage behind you as a swish of cold breeze hit you. It looked straight out of a movie with how the train station was lit up by old-fashioned lamps which radiated warmth just by glancing towards them.

You hugged your cardigan tighter, walking out to find the taxi stand just outside the exit area of the station, pulling out your phone to show the driver the address you’d be meaning to go to. He was a kind man, helping you put your luggage into the trunk of his taxi. Your curious eyes looked out, observing how much the town had changed over the years.

You were seven when you last visited her hometown. Ever since then, your grandma used to be the one who visited you in the city, at your place, however she did not wish to leave her town and move in with your family. You could see why she chose to stay here—the serene view, the freshness in the air, the tranquil surroundings, it made the corner of your lips curl up into a smile.

It only got wider once the driver stopped his taxi in front of your grandma’s house. It was exactly how you had remembered it to be—a small but two story house with a big veranda which was lit up by fairy lights on the big bushes. The back door connected the path towards the small pool and then yet another door linked the beach from your backyard.

Your grandma stood by the door with the fondest smile gracing her ever so beautiful face, a few grey strands fell on her face and you couldn’t help but get out of the taxi and run towards her, capturing her in an embrace. A hearty chuckle filled the air, the scent of your favourite cookies encapsulated you, making you wonder if she had baked a batch just for you as you snuggled further, her hand patting your head exactly the way she used to do ever since you were a kid.

“I missed you, grandma.” Your expression said it all, and she looked more than happy to usher you in the house, saying how chilly the night was and you made sure to pay the driver, thanking him for his service as you dragged the luggage in.

A wave of nostalgia hit you as your eyes wandered off to observe each corner, but your grandma didn’t hear any of it, making sure her granddaughter was well fed and rested after the long journey.

She spent a good while telling you embarrassing stories of your father during dinner, which you listened to with delight, sharing your own stories with zeal before you climbed up the stairs, opening the door to the room you used to use each time you stayed over as a child.

It didn’t change, the bed was still too big for you, the windows were spotless as if it had been cleaned frequently and the scent of old books paired with a tinge of vanilla filled your senses. Your body felt calm and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this way.

Calling your parents, you updated them by telling you had reached safely as you walked in the balcony, feeling comfortable in a sweatshirt and cotton shorts. The night sky resembled a velvet blanket full of glistening stars.

However, a figure clad in all black captured your attention. It was a bit beyond one in the morning, which is why it was unsettling to see someone walk in such dim lights. The stranger made his way towards your neighbouring house, making you wonder if he lived there.

Shrugging, you sighed. Sitting at one place for hours does tire your body, so you proceed to finally get into your cozy bed, setting an alarm before your grandma comes in to check if you require anything.

“Sweet dreams my little peanut,” your grandma smiled, closing the door behind you as you replied back with a gentle voice.

“Sweet dreams, Gigi!” It was a nickname you used for her, she found it lovely.

The placid atmosphere and the distant sound of waves acted as a catalyst to your sleep, and you slept soundly, not knowing that the calmness was just a start to your inevitable venture—something no one could have prepared you for.

You found yourself walking alongside your Gigi to visit the lady next door in the afternoon. She was a kind soul—as stated by your grandma, not to mention that she treated her like her own family, making sure to provide help whenever she could and that’s the reason why you were going to meet her.

It wasn’t the first time; apparently you used to play in their veranda a lot as a child, which again, you didn’t remember. However, when the lady—Mrs. Sim, opened the door, the memories came rushing back to you. She was jolly, almost as if she was waiting for your arrival and soon, you were engulfed into a sweet hug.

She called out your name in sheer excitement, leaning back to take a good look at your face, which sported a silly smile due to embarrassment.

“Aw, love. You’ve grown into such a pretty young lady,” she gushed, ushering you both inside and into the living room area.

“And you don’t look a day over twenty, Mrs. Sim,” you replied, not lying considering how youthful she appeared to be.

Her smile only widened at your comment, “now, another word and I’ll be floating in the clouds,” she said, making you chuckle as you got engaged in a conversation, sipping on the cranberry juice which Mrs. Sim had so kindly offered you.

It was decided that you’d be having lunch together, and you tried your best to help the two women in the kitchen but you were soon shoved out, saying you don’t have to do a thing and rest—that’s the purpose of your vacations.

Which made you sit down and use your phone, scrolling through random apps and replying to all the texts.

“Y/n!” Soon, you were called into the kitchen, and you poked your head in with a smile.

“Yes, Gigi?”

“Oh, peanut, can you please go upstairs and call Jake for lunch? It’s almost done.” She asked.

You tilted your head in confusion, mind wandering back to the guy you had seen last night and you came to the conclusion that Jake might be Mrs. Sim’s son.

You nodded, heading up the wooden staircase. Would you have to introduce yourself to him? Would it get awkward? You had no clue.

Knocking on the door twice, you took a step back and patiently waited for the door to open and so, you tried again to no avail. You wondered if he had his headphones on, which left you with no choice but to open the door, peeking in slightly only to find the room empty.

“Oh,” you let out, closing the door behind you for the sake of privacy.

“He’s not in his room,” you informed Mrs. Sim.

She sighed, serving a good portion of food for all of you, “I could have sworn he didn’t go out,” she shook her head as you three sat down. You let the elders start eating first and only then you picked up your chopsticks to do the same.

“I haven’t seen him in a while, what’s the tough guy up to?” Your Gigi asked.

“He’s busy enrolling himself into universities,” Mrs. Sim says, a sad smile taking over her face, “he says he doesn’t want to leave me and is aiming for nearby universities.”

“My my, isn’t he a darling boy?” Your grandma praised while you chewed on your food, which melted right in your mouth, silently eating while hearing them converse.

It didn’t take long for your grandma to ask them to come over for dinner the very next day, “it’s only fair that I cook for you too,” she argued when Mrs. Sim told her that she shouldn’t bother.

This time, your grandma let you help with the cooking, and of course, you were sent to invite the Sims over for dinner. You hugged your white cardigan close to your body—the nights tend to get chilly. Walking over to the neighbouring home, you rang the bell and were greeted with the sight of Mrs. Sim, who actually dressed up for the little dinner party.

“Oh, darling. Can you please call Jake down for dinner too?” She asked you as she was busy tidying up her own kitchen.

“Of course,” you smiled.

It was the second time you were heading up the stairs. This time, you were sure you’d be meeting the said boy. You found yourself standing right in front of his room yet again, gulping down your nervousness. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to introducing yourself to new people, school made sure you knew how to do that, however, your nerves were acting up.

With a deep breath, you knocked on the door, twice—just like the last time. The difference, however, was that the door was opened in this instance.

The scent of an intoxicating blend of masculinity and sophistication announced his presence, undertones of musk and wood laced up, providing him a complex aura altogether.

A tall guy with parted black hair leaned against the doorframe, eyebrow perfectly raised in question, his arms folded as his honey brown eyes with the slightest speckles of gold stared your way, his plump lips soon curling up into what seemed to be an assortment of a smile and a smirk.

“You must be Y/n,” he stated, standing up straight, which caused his muscles to flex enough to the point it was visible in his white button up.

You licked your lips unknowingly, moistening them up before you nodded, extending your hand for him to shake, “pleasure meeting you, Jake.”

His eyes travelled down from your face to your hand, a low chuckle left his mouth, him opening the door and stepping out, coming closer to you as he grabbed your smaller hand in his bigger, warmer ones in a firm handshake.

“I can see why my mom can’t stop talking about you,” he said, making you tilt your head in question, eyes never leaving his face which was captivating.

“And why is that so?” You asked, stepping back slightly as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Because you seem to be a good girl,” he breathed, making you go still as he leaned back with the same smirk, leaving you behind, walking down the stairs.

Now, you didn’t expect the situation to turn out this way, yet you knew that talking to him further would only cause your head to hurt.

What even made him think about you being a good girl?

Is it your outfit? Plain, loose jeans paired with a pink top and cardigan. It’s basic enough not to be categorized so easily.

You scoff to yourself, already hating the situation as you walk downstairs, only to find Jake with a smile that genuinely looked sweet while he talked to his mother, helping her lock the door.

“I see you met Jaeyun,” she smiled, and you nodded, sitting alongside her, not sparing a glance at the said boy as you didn’t even know his real name was Jaeyun.

The table was set for four, which made you sit right across from Jake, who’s demeanour had changed as he complimented your granny, who laughed at his sweetness.

“Here, have some more,” he says, serving another portion to your grandma, who cooed at his kind conduct at the table.

He made sure to be on his best behaviour, only in front of others but when his gaze fell towards you, a bored expression overtook his features, which no one paid attention to.

You rolled your eyes. It hadn’t even been a whole day since you met and yet the boy made you dread his presence. He wasn’t being straight up rude per se, however his actions weren’t subtle either just like how he completely ignored your existence during the entirety of the dinner.

He offered to clean up, which included him having to clean up your plate as well, which was something he did with a frown on his face as Mrs. Sim endorsed that he should help with the household work.

Both ladies were in awe of how well mannered Jake was, and it left you irritated to no end before Mrs. Sim called out your name softly.

“Jake’s been acting distant lately,” she told you in a soft voice, making sure the said boy doesn’t hear you both, “and comes home late from his part time work, doesn’t share a lot these days too,” she sighs before looking at you softly, “you’re such a lovely girl, Y/n. I’m sure Jaeyun would love to have you as a friend he can rely on. Will you please look after him?” She asked, eyes sincere with worry for her son.

Now, you were provided with two choices—one to say yes and agree, but you’d have to be in Jake’s proximity for that. The second one would be a plain no, which would sound disrespectful and insolent.

So you put on your most convincing smile, which turned into an unadulterated one when you saw her being concerned about her son, “of course, I’ll do that, Mrs. Sim.”

“Oh please! Call me auntie,” she swatted her hand at your formal usage of name and you laughed, agreeing.

Since the dinner was summed up now and the dishes were done, courtesy of Jaeyun; you were asked to walk them back home, which wasn’t even a two minute walk, however you couldn’t say no to your grandma and hence, you agreed.

Mrs. Sim—or your auntie Sim, thanked you for the dinner, and proposed to at least have one meal of the day together each day, which you thought was a lovely idea given that you had grown to like the lady.

You were just about to leave when she went inside but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you right away, making you look up at Jake in question.

“You don’t have to bother being my friend, you’ll only be a hindrance in my way,” he says smoothly.

Your expression turns sour, almost as if you were bored, “why? So you can keep your fake good boy persona up and going?” You said, mimicking his tone.

Not expecting such a reply, he let out a surprised scoff, mixed with the slightest chuckle, “so what? It doesn’t concern you. Or are you offended that I’m not actually good, like you,” he whispered, leaning close, which made you realize how tall he actually was, “you know nothing about me, princess.”

The nickname rolled off his tongue seamlessly, sending a shiver down your spine while you kept a straight face, trying not to seem affected at all.

“Neither do you know about me, Sim. So stop making assumptions and just because I’m nice doesn’t mean I’ll take your bullshit.” You rolled your eyes, saying it all in one go before turning around to leave.

“You should be scared of me,” he chuckles behind you.

“In your dreams,” you retorted, not sparing him another glance as your heart palpitated.

You had never talked to anyone in such a manner before, it gave a sense of newfound confidence—which you needed.

Jake simply watched you walk back to your place, shaking his head once you disappeared from his eyesight and still, a humorous smile never left his face.

You had updated your parents about your three days here and later called your friend to do the same, who was also busy with her own vacation bucket list, yet it was a refreshing talk given that you currently did not have much to do to entertain yourself.

Which left you to grab your swimwear and go for a swim—utilizing the pool in your backyard.

Gigi loved to sit by the pool and made sure that it was cleaned every now and then. She had gotten it cleaned right in the morning today, which also gives you an opportunity to use it.

The sunset casted a warm glow on the calm waves of the pool, the slight breeze in the air making it serene as you immerse yourself in the water, it closing you right in, feeling like a warm hug.

You started slowly with effortless strokes, enjoying the feeling of lukewarm water on your body. You stopped after a while, resting as you let your body float with your eyes closed.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we now?” A voice broke your state of tranquillity, your eyes opening in a swift and the water sloshed with how fast you turned around.

Of course, it was none other than Jake sim who sat on the pool lounge chair, arms behind his back as if he was sitting to enjoy the view.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You breathed out in question.

He looked at you, feigning disappointment as he leaned to look down at you, “oh, princess. Didn’t they teach you not to use such filthy words?”

His condescending tone only riled you up, “didn’t they teach you not to show up at someone’s place unannounced?” You mocked, getting out of the pool and trying to find your towel, only for you to realize he was sitting right on it.

“I’m simply here to get cumin from your grandma, we ran out of it, you see,” he explained, not sounding sincere as he let his eyes wander all over your wet body, barely covered with your bikini.

Your eyes, however, focused on the cigarette he took out from his pocket, making you gasp as you made your way towards him in an attempt to snatch it off his fingers.

Nevertheless, Jake was quicker to get up, grabbing your hand which was extended and pinning it up against the wall, his body pressed up against yours, successfully making your body go still with shock.

Yeah, you didn’t really adore your body’s fight or flight response.

“Fuck—” your eyes widened, yet he wasn’t the one to give you even a second to complain.

“Shh, princess. I don’t want a single bad word coming out of your mouth now, is that understood?” He asked, using his condenscending tone again.

You could feel every ounce of confidence which you had yesterday leaving your body as you stared into his honey eyes, an unconscious slight nod betraying you.

That satisfied him, although he didn’t bother changing his position, nor did he mind your wet body as he took out a lighter from his free hand, lighting up the flame, keeping it close to the cigarette which was pressed in between his lips.

Your eyes were transfixed on his face, observing how swiftly he closed the lighter, stuffing it in his pocket right before he looked away, blowing smoke into the air, giving you the greatest opportunity to stare at his consummate side profile.

He took the joint back in his fingers, returning his attention your way, “ever smoked before?” He asked, tone seemingly raspier.

Not trusting your voice, you simply shook your head as to provide him an answer.

He snickered, “of course you haven’t. It goes against your good girl rulebook, doesn’t it?”

“Shut up!” Your sudden outburst of anger only humoured him, even more so when you tried to snatch the cigarette from him using your free hand to prove him wrong.

He didn’t let it happen.

Instead, you found yourself looking right into his eyes with his slender fingers holding your chin in place. His breath was cool with a lingering smell of mint—which was probably due to the flavour of cigarette.

“Want it that bad now?” He raised his brows, “open your mouth,” he ordered, not giving you a second to comply, his thumb parting your lips as he desired.

He took a drag, inhaling the smoke deeply as you gulped, you could hear your heartbeat, or maybe that was simply how aware you were of your surroundings—your proximity with Jake.

Tilting his head, he leaned in again, mouth parted just the right amount. He let the smoke out and into your mouth in an agonizingly slow fashion, his lips on the verge of touching yours.

Your subconscious took over once you inhaled the smoke and it hit your throat. The burning sensation caused you to push him off as you coughed out in distress.

“Guess you can’t handle it, princess,” he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

You glared his way, composing yourself enough to actually snatch the cigarette from his fingers and take a deep puff, ignoring the way it burned your throat. It was your turn to surprise him by pulling him closer, grabbing his collar.

Your eyes were closed when you leaned in, blowing the smoke right into his mouth, causing him to take it all in, him never once closing his eyes. He stared at you with such intensity that you could feel it, despite your eyes being closed.

Once you were done, you breathed deeply, throwing the cigarette on the ground, “don’t get ahead of yourself, Sim,” that’s all you said before walking back into your home, rushing up the stairs and into your room just to avoid running into him again.

Only when you were in the safety of your room, you let out a frustrated scream right into your pillow.

Three days in your vacation and this boy had already driven you insane to the point you had smoked right into his mouth.

You took a warm shower before taking a nap—something you required to calm your heart before you saw him at dinner, again.

In contrast to yesterday, when he didn’t provide you with an ounce of attention, his behaviour had done a solid one eighty as now, he provided you with his utmost attention, passing you subtle smirks during the entirety of the dinner.

You were more than glad when auntie Sim distracted you by indulging in random conversations, and you can easily say you enjoyed the information she was providing you with at the given moment.

“And, and!” Auntie Sim said full of excitement, “Our Jaeyunie was four and you were three when it happened. He was so curious about you playing on the beach building sandcastles alone, he wanted to talk to you and so he collected flowers from our garden and gave them to you,” she cooed.

You looked at the boy, surprised with the information of him being a sweet baby. Now, he was the one who tried to stop his mother from spilling the stories any further, averting his gaze but you didn’t let it go.

“Aw! That’s so cute Jaeyunie. Where are my flowers now?” You asked, voice annoyingly high to bother him.

Your grandma laughed as auntie Sim only urged Jake to get some for you. He looked your way, annoyed and you only passed him a sweet smile.

You couldn’t deny, being a menace did feel good at times and the dinner wasn’t so bad after all.

Yet, the events of the evening didn’t let you sleep, causing you to walk on the balcony yet again and you couldn’t miss the figure clad in all black leaving your neighbour’s home yet again, at two after midnight nonetheless.

It wasn’t something you should be indulging in yet you couldn’t help but wonder.

What exactly was Jake up to?

In these ten days of vacation, you had done quite a few things which included learning a few recipes with your grandma, bickering with your neighbour, minus the proximity as you made your mission to stay away for the sake of your poor heart. Majorly, you had grown to adore the beautiful beach which was right behind your home.

Seeing how you had nothing to do in the given moment, you found yourself sitting on the warmth of the sand yet again, close enough for your feet to touch the water which was cold, juxtaposing the temperature of your body.

You didn’t know how long you sat there dazed, watching the never ending blue waves stretching as far as possible, till you gasped and got taken back into reality once a hand on your shoulder shook you in annoyance.

It was none other than Jake, who stood there with his jaw clenched, a bouquet of flowers resting in his right hand, causing you to raise your brows at him.

“Mom forced me to do this, okay?” He huffed, handing you over the multicoloured bundle of happiness.

It didn’t matter that it was Jake who gave you the flowers, it still made you happy, a smile growing on your face as the scent infiltrated your senses.

This certainly wasn’t the kind of reaction Jake was expecting from you. He was sure you’d throw a snarky remark or maybe simply not take the flowers from him, but even you couldn’t deny the beauty of nature.

“Thank you,” you whispered under your breath, surprising him even more.

It was one of the days you felt calm, not wanting to channelize your energy into something as useless as picking up a fight, however, Jake won’t leave without that happening.

“That’s it? You just need flowers to shut up?” He tantalizes you to answer back.

You only give him a sour look in return, wondering what he’s even doing on the beach wearing shoes, clad in leather jacket as if he was going for the cliché illegal races you see in movies.

“You should go, Jaeyunie,” you nodded with a fake smile.

Your phone started ringing just then, and Jake caught the display name right before you picked up the call.

It was Lee Heeseung—the guy who was your study partner in school and also the guy who was your competition when it came to academics.

The call wasn’t long, he had simply contacted you to inform you about the university he got into as you also filled him up with the university you got accepted into.

You assumed that Jake would have gone back, which wasn’t the case as he stood behind you, eavesdropping shamelessly. His expression turned into one of realization when he saw you actually smiling and talking sweetly to whoever was the guy who had called you, a scoff leaving his mouth on its own accord.

“Yeah! Yeah, of course. Will text you later, goodbye!” You smiled, concluding the conversation only to find Jake still standing at the same spot, making you look at him in question.

“Didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he said, seeming bored.

A sigh left your mouth, Jake was great at making assumptions, “why do you care?” You asked.

“I don’t,” he replied, not missing a beat, “I should go, I have work to do,” he said, walking back to his place.

Your lips worked before you could process anything, “yeah? Like you do every night?” You asked.

He stilled, turning back in a second and crouching down to your level, grabbing your nape, pulling you close to him, “don’t get involved in my matters, Y/n. I’m saying this for your own fucking good,” he seethed out, causing you to gulp, your heartbeat rising up due to the proximity again.

“What are you up to, Jakey?” You asked teasingly, trying to diffuse the tension.

“Nothing that concerns you, princess. I’m being serious, okay?” He held eye contact, repeating the last word again, and you nodded.

“Okay,” you mumbled as you felt him caressing your nape gently before he got up, leaving you there wordlessly.

You didn’t realize how hard you were clutching the flowers while watching his walking figure. The sudden mood switch made you curious, and despite him warning you, it was something you wanted to see for yourself.

Was he in trouble? Was he caught up in illegal activities? Or was he simply out partying somewhere?

Another sigh left your lips.

You shouldn’t get involved in his matters.

You got yourself involved in his matters.

Sneaking out of your home was easy and you made sure to grab your jacket as the night got chillier than usual. All this to follow Jake.

It was easy since he didn’t use any cars, walking towards his desired destination. It almost felt comical how you tried to tiptoe for a total of fifteen minutes, hiding in random alleyways whenever you made even the slightest noise of stepping on a pebble.

For a second you even regretted coming out and spending so much energy on this, till you saw Jake actually stop and get inside an alleyway, which you approached exactly two minutes after he went in.

Peeking in, you noticed how wide the way actually was, people clad in black and hoodies which hid their faces were present all over, more than thirty people you’d estimate.

You squint your eyes to get a better focus of what they were up to, only for them to widen in realization when you found them exchanging packets and smoking what looked like drugs. Jake was also engaged in a conversation with a guy, purchasing drugs from him, which caused you to gasp slowly.

“Looking for something, kid?” A deep, hoarse voice spoke near your ear, causing you to flinch and move away, turning around to see a guy full of tattoos smiling down at you, which disgusted you.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, looking towards your right to see Jake looking your way, eyes full of shock and worry as he whispered your name under his breath, not believing that you’d actually follow him there despite him saying a firm no to you.

Maybe he was right, maybe you shouldn’t have come here.

“Uhm, I—I lost my way back home. I’ll get going now, I didn’t see anything I promise! You guys please continue,” you said, trying to sprint but the guy was quick to hold your jacket, making you stop as Jake rushed your way, leaving whatever he was up to.

Before anyone could take up any action, the sound of police sirens alerted everyone in the vicinity, which was more than enough for all the guys to scramble as you stood there with panic, trying to move your body seeing how the guys were climbing up the wall full of graffiti on the other side as it was the only way to their escapade.

“Run,” Jake breathed out, grabbing your smaller hand in his without any notice and running towards the same way, his jaw was clenched.

You followed wordlessly, mouth open with how deeply you were breathing, chest heaving up and down while you ran and reached the wall.

The sirens got closer as if someone had tipped the cops to search this particular area and you were worried if you both would get caught up in this mess.

“Jump,” he commanded and you stared at the wall, shaking your head.

“I—I can’t,” you stuttered, watching how the others claimed it

He pulled you closer, picking you up with ease as to provide you with some kind of elevation, which definitely helped when you grabbed on to the top brick, pushing your body up and jumping to the other side, stumbling slighting as you fell down.

Jake was swift, landing by your side before he grabbed your hand again, pulling you up with him to run again. Your legs hurt yet you didn’t stop till he pulled you by his side, getting a bobby pin out of his pocket to unlock the door, which he opened in a go and pulled you inside, locking the door.

Silence.

Your breathing is all you could hear, but Jake’s eyes were louder than anything else, which scared you even further.

“I specifically told you to stay out of it, what’s so hard to understand here?” He more or less shouted, pushing you against the wall.

You gulped, not looking at his face but he wasn’t having it, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look his way.

“What if they did something to you? What if the police caught you? What if something had happened to you?” His voice got smaller after each sentence, more breathy and desperate, making your heart break when he genuinely made it seem like he cared about you.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, which probably wasn’t helpful at the given second, “I thought that you were in trouble and,” you whispered, not having more to say.

He sighed, resting his forehead on yours as his eyes closed to get some rest. You couldn’t move, your whole body felt more alive than ever, maybe it was the adrenaline rush, or simply Jake being so close to you.

He stepped back after a few seconds, “go change,” he said, and that’s when you looked around to find yourself in a boutique full of clothes.

“W—why?” You asked.

“Because the cop saw us, he knows what we’re wearing,” he answered, trying to find clothes his size.

Maybe he saw you when you were climbing up, meaning that you barely escaped him.

“But surveillance cameras? Technically, won’t this be considered stealing?” You bit your lip.

“There are none,” he replied, “and we have more pressing matters than to sit and worry about stealing.”

You nodded even though he wasn’t looking your way, trying to find some outfit, or rather, you were stealing it given the circumstances.

“So, why were you out there?”

“I should be asking you that, Y/n,” he said when you went into the changing room.

“You had drugs with you!” Your voice boomed from the stall and he simply took off his shirt in the store.

“So what?” He uttered, pissed.

“Did you smoke drugs that day too? Did you give me drugs?” You screeched while asking and he opened the curtains, seeing you soothing the top down.

“I don’t fucking do drugs,” he groaned, “I buy it and sell it to the guys next town at a higher price,” he explained.

The dim light from the changing stall only enhanced Jake’s shirtless body, his abs full on display alongside his torso, which was well built. Your eyes settled on the tattoo he had on his left side of the rib.

Taking a step further, your fingers gently traced the intricate design, making him shiver without you knowing, his fingers clasping around your wrist to keep it away again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispered.

“I—” you started speaking, looking at him with wide eyes which shone of innocence and worry, lips jutted in the slightest pout and hair slightly messy.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes out, not letting you complete your sentence, coming closer to your face, “why do you have to do everything I tell you not to do?” He asked, however his tone wasn’t filled with anger.

It was something you quite couldn’t pinpoint yourself.

He sighed, “let’s get you home.”

“Are we gonna walk back? Isn’t it too dangerous?” You asked as he turned around to put on a shirt averting your eyes from his back which flexed with his movements, your body felt warm and throat parched, especially when he turned around with a smirk.

“We’re driving back home.”

You soon found yourself on a lookout at the garage entrance of what Jake called an illegal garage which was used for repairing old racing cars. The place wasn’t authorized, which is why stealing from here would work perfectly.

“How do you even know this?” You asked, exasperated as your nerves got the best of you.

It certainly didn’t help that the place was dark, and Jake wasn’t replying as he was hot wiring the car without a number plate

You had no idea where he learned that from.

“You need to learn things if you want to survive in this world, darling,” he said, focusing on his work, not once thinking how you’d shiver with his use of nicknames.

He’s glad it’s not some new high tech car, which he won’t be able to hot wire as they contain ignition immobilizers, which makes it impossible for it to happen—you nodded as he explained all of this, your focus elsewhere.

“Let’s go,” he said after a few minutes, seemingly done with his work.

You rushed to get into the car, a scream leaving your mouth as he started driving almost instantly, his fingers gripping the steering wheels hard enough for his veins to pop out as you struggled to put on the seatbelt.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” you let out in half a scream.

“Why? Not having fun now, princess?” He chuckled as he changed the gear, resting his hand on your thighs right after which caused you to squirm around in your seat.

Your body was extra attentive when he was around, and you weren’t sure how to control your heart anymore, so you closed your eyes.

“What’s so fun about this?” You asked, clutching the seatbelt.

“You,” he confessed, messing up with your brain even further.

“I hate you,” you mumbled, looking elsewhere.

You didn’t trust his driving despite it seeming effortless, he was over speeding after all.

“Now, we both know that’s not true, princess,” he stated and you huffed, knowing that he was right ignoring the fact that he was insufferable.

His pace ensured you to reach home in record time, your legs felt wobbly the second you stepped on the road.

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a second,” he rushed, leaving you standing alone as he parked the car outside a random garage two minutes away from your place.

It was hard to believe how you got chased by police, stole clothes and a fully functional car all in one night.

You saw him jogging back to you after a few minutes, standing right in front of you, “I think I should get back now,” you started to stay, however he stopped you.

“You can’t do that, your gate’s got a surveillance camera so we need to go from the back side,” he stated, his hand automatically reaching for yours as you started to make way towards the back side, on the sand.

All of a sudden, you felt smaller, heat creeping up your neck due to the body contact and you let him guide you wordlessly before you realized something.

“Wait, how will you go back? Your place doesn’t have a back door,” you asked and he shrugged.

“I’ll just jump to the other side of the garden wall, princess. You don’t need to worry about me,” he teased and you pushed him away, the warmth of his hand leaving yours.

Tiptoeing into your home, you shut the back door as silently as possible before you rushed up the stairs and almost into your room, only to find Jake coming up with you.

“What are you doing?” You whisper asked, eyes wide.

“I’m curious about your room,” he answered with that usual smirk of his and you wanted nothing more than to slap it off his face.

“You—” you tried to say, but stopped the second you heard another voice.

“Oh, Peanut? You’re awake?” Your grandma’s voice called out from the balcony, and your mouth hung open as you shoved Jake into your room in an effort to hide him.

“Y—yes, Gigi! I woke up to get some water,” you lied, wincing slightly as she acknowledged it and wished you a good night in her soft tone.

You rushed in and locked the door, only to find Jake getting cozy in your bed.

It was one of those days when your grandma missed your grandpa, and she spent hours on the balcony, looking at the glistening stars to find solace. You felt sad but the more pressing matter here was—how to get Jake out of your room?

He can’t leave from the back door, he can’t go out from the front door as Gigi would see him, your room windows weren’t the opening type which left you with no option but for him to spend the night right here, with you.

“Now what?” You asked, hand on your forehead while you paced around the room.

“What? We sleep together, of course.” He had a cheeky smile on his face.

“Are you crazy?” You almost screamed, but you didn’t wanna alert your grandma, which made you repeat it in a hushed tone.

“Why? Too scared to sleep with me? You’re the reason we’re in this situation, princess,” he smirked.

You sighed. He was right about that part but you weren’t willing to sleep with him, so you proceeded to ignore him as you went into the bathroom to change into your comfortable clothes for the night.

Jake simply patted the bed when you came out, silently asking you to sit next to him, and suddenly you realized that you’re locked up in a room with him, which didn’t help your nerves as you sat down with him.

Somehow everything was rebellious against your rules when it concerned Sim Jaeyun.

“Can’t you sleep on the floor?” You almost whined.

He cocked his brow, “is that what I get after helping you escape?”

“That’s not it—”

“So? Is it the boyfriend?”

“I don’t have any—”

“The guy you were talking to in the morning.”

“He’s a friend—”

“Then there’s no problem, right?” he rasped.

You didn’t realize your lip was bitten till his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it gently to free it, caressing it while looking into your eyes.

“Right?” He repeated.

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding ever so slightly.

“Atta girl,” he chuckled, flustering you as you tried to look away, which wasn’t something Jake allowed, his fingers gripping your chin now, “god, you look so fucking innocent.”

“I’m not!” You argued.

“Yeah? Have you been kissed before, princess?” He asks, amused.

His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine, to the point you almost whimpered out loud, but you were glad you didn’t, “no. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked anyone before.” You confessed, eyes on his plump lips.

“Oh? Who’s the loser who fucked you without even kissing your prettiest lips?” He asked, frustrated that someone even dared to touch you, even though his words said otherwise.

You gulped, “we were drunk,” you whispered, remembering your graduation party and how the guy had failed to please you.

“Did he make you feel good?” Jake asked, expression serious.

“What?” You were surprised by his question.

He wasted no time in pulling you to his lap, your gasp only made him smirk wider, his hands resting on your waist, squeezing it lightly.

“Did he satisfy you, princess?” His voice was an octave deeper, giving you goosebumps.

“H—he didn’t,” you stutter, which pissed him further, his jaw tensed.

“So you’re telling me that some asshole was deep inside you and didn’t even bother making you feel good?” He scoffed.

“Jake—”

“Y’know what I would have done instead?” He asked, caressing your cheek, his thumb resting on your lips right after, “I’d kiss your lips till you get obsessed with mine.” his hooded eyes lured you in.

His fingers travelled down to your neck, rubbing circles just above your clavicle, “I’d kiss you till my lips memorize every inch of your body, till your mind goes blank,” he whispers, biting your earlobe.

You breathe in deeply, a whimper leaving your mouth, Jake’s name rolling off your tongue in a whisper right after, making him groan in response.

“I’d ruin you, princess,” he breathes, eyes meeting yours.

“Please.” You struggled to breathe, his pointy nose brushing against yours, lips threatening to kiss.

“Say it,” he urged you, pulling your body impossibly closer on his lap.

There was no denying that Jake made you lose every sense of rationality and morals in you, it almost felt as if you were intoxicated in his presence, your heart raced, thumping faster than ever, urging you to say yes.

“Please ruin me, Jake,” you whispered, giving in and looking at him with innocent eyes.

“That’s a good girl.”

He was swift to push you down on the mattress, getting on top of you with hungry eyes to the point you almost felt as if you were a prey, and you liked it.

His cold chain brushed against your clavicle, making you shiver as he leaned down to press his lips against yours in a fervent kiss, a groan leaving his mouth as he finally had you so close to him.

Your fingers held on to his shoulders desperately, he was difficult to resist, and who were you to resist such pleasure? His plush lips moulding against yours, his hand squeezing your waist as you allowed yourself to get immersed into him.

You could feel the warmth spreading in your abdomen like wildfire, a gasp giving him the perfect opportunity to taste you, sliding his tongue down your mouth to deepen the kiss, the taste of chocolate lingering in his mouth and you let yourself moan into his lips.

You tugged on his hair, realizing how correct he was about you being obsessed with his lips as you found yourself chasing after it when he broke the kiss, making him chuckle at your desperation.

“So fucking pretty,” he muttered, staring at your slightly swollen lips, which glistened with the mixture of your spit.

He wasn’t the one to waste time, his tongue licking your neck, placing kisses all over it, causing you to squirm and pant till he found the spot which had you rolling your eyes with sheer pleasure.

Placing a hand over your mouth to silence your moans, he felt a feeling of possessiveness take over him. You looked so fucked out and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet, he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he sees someone else with you.

The mere thought had him biting and sucking on your skin in an attempt to mark the very spot which had you shivering and your toes curling. He slipped his other hand inside your flimsy tee, and in your bra, feeling your hardened nipples which he flicked between his fingers.

Your body felt more awake than ever, each touch of his getting a reaction out of you, “so responsive, have you been waiting for this, princess?”

You could only nod in desperation, trying your best to keep your moans at bay, not wanting to alert your grandma. He kissed your cheek before he got up to get rid of his own clothes, giving you a few seconds to stare at his faint abs, highlighted by the dim lights along with his tattoo, which you so desperately wanted to kiss.

The image of you looking his way with such big eyes, chest heaving up and down only ignited the carnal feeling of him wanting to be deep inside you.

It all felt new to you, being aware and not drunk this time, however it wasn’t just that—Jake made you feel this way, your thighs closing when you felt a fluttering sensation down your abdomen.

“Undress,” he ordered.

“What—”

“Undress for me, darling,” his words were smoother than the melted butter, making you work upon it instantly.

His eyes were fixated on your figure the entire time you took to get your clothing off, feeling shy under his gaze, not to mention the outline of his cock in his boxers intrigued you even further.

“Fuck, you’re all mine,” he said under his breath.

His plush lips were soon on your tits, his other hand fondling and caressing your nipple while he worked his tongue, swirling it ever so perfectly before giving it a soft bite, making you arch your back as you bit on your discarded clothes, tears forming in your eyes with these euphoric sensations.

He’s giving you all you could ask for and you? You’re a mess with your lipstick smudged and ragged breathing. Just when you thought that Jake couldn’t get you anymore wilder, he stuffed his hand down your wet panties, which brushed against your extremely sensitive clit. Even biting your clothes couldn’t stop a moan coming out of your mouth.

“You like it, baby? That’s my good girl. So pretty and wet all for daddy, yeah? Daddy’s gonna taste you now, princess,” his spoke, his accent deep.

“Daddy?” you asked, whimpering right after when his lips touched your bare pussy, pressing a kiss on your clit.

There was something in the way he addressed himself so confidently which made you want to submit yourself to him fully, only pushing yourself deeper into sub space as he worshipped every inch of your body.

“That’s right, baby,” he spoke against your, sending waves of pleasure through your body as his strong hands held your thighs open.

Obscene noises of him licking and sucking resonated the room as you bucked up your hips unconsciously, desperate for friction, making his cock twitch while he licked languid strokes up and down your cunt, his hot breath fanning your folds, wishing to hear you moan despite the circumstances.

“Shh, princess. We don’t want your grandma to know now, do we?” He smirked.

Your hand slithers into Jake’s hair, tugging on it as you convulse in pleasure, letting him continue his ministrations on your leaking pussy, his lips soft unlike his actions, which were rushed and aimed at your pleasure.

Your eyes roll back, arousal reaching its peak at the unadulterated pleasure as you repeated his name when he moved down to shove his tongue into your cunt, lapping at your juices when you reach your orgasm.

Yet he doesn’t stop, inserting his slender finger in your tight hole, pumping it in and out gently at first while you whine and he gets up, wetness coating his lips. He lets you taste yourself by kissing you yet again, his fingers entertaining your cunt.

Your breaths are heavier, louder and you can’t wait to have his cock shoved into you. You weren’t the one to have lewd thoughts in general yet here you were, moaning into Jake’s mouth, clenching around his two fingers which thrusted into you at a newfound speed.

“Yes, daddy! Yes, oh god,” you mumbled to yourself, letting the lust consume you.

His fingers curled inside you before he decided that you were ready for his cock.

“Let’s see how desperate you are, beg for daddy’s cock, princess,” he demanded.

Now that his cock was in view, you stared at it dumbfounded. It was veiny and stood hard and leaking, the tip was red and ready to fuck you dumb, it pushed you over the edge.

“Please, daddy? I’ll be a good girl for y—you please fuck me?” A tear left your eye, tainting your image even further which aroused Jake as a sadistic smile overtook his face.

You continued to beg him, and he gave you no warning as he lined his tip on your entrance, coating it with your juices, almost pushing it all in but instead, he gave you just the tip, which made you beg out of frustration.

“Tell me about your darkest fantasies,” Jake teased, seeing you pout and whine, “do it baby, only then you’ll get this cock into you.”

You were going crazy, “I—I want to be fucked awake,” you confessed, hiding your face.

“Is that so? How cute,” he commented, pulling your body flush.

Within a second, he thrusted into you sharply, your wet juices acting as the perfect lube to suck his cock right in as he bottomed out fully, cussing at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

You could feel the imprint of his dick on your lower abdomen, and he pressed on it with a proud smirk, only to make you whimper lowly, your voice quivering with deep he was in you, “big—so big.”

You laid beneath Jake in such a way that the sight was captivating for him, your vulnerability paired with his ignited primal hunger.

He firmly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling out slightly before he thrusted into you again as you were clinging onto him.

He had never found anyone like you before, it was as if you were the only one for him, the one who reacts to his touch in such ways, the one who drives him insane to the point he has to rile you up just to get you to talk to him.

His slow thrusts soon turned into relentless, pleasure inducing thrusts, and you found yourself bucking your hips up to meet him, helping him reach deeper spots in you, his tip hitting your g-spot.

Choked moans escaped your lips, reaching the point of complete incoherence as you got drunk in the intensity of Jake’s presence, your senses overwhelmed as he fucked you without any interruptions.

“Daddy—please!”

Sensing that you were close, he thrusted harder, twitching inside your pussy, his lips capturing yours as you both cried out, reaching your climax in harmony, breathing in deeply before he filled you up with his warm cum, which mixed with your own juices.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, causing him to laugh and pull you in a sweet kiss.

You could see the clear switch in his demeanour when he cleaned you up, asking gentle questions about how you felt or if he went overboard.

He was perfect.

Something had changed in the air, and you both were aware of it, but rather than verbalising it, you slept in each other’s arms, Jake staying up a few minutes just to see your peaceful face.

“Good night, princess.”

Jake woke up early despite not getting enough sleep, still not believing that he fucked you—the prettiest girl he swore he’d ever laid eyes on.

And he was sure to make your desires come true.

You wore nothing but his shirt to sleep, which made your pussy accessible to him, his fingers playing with your folds ever so gently as he didn’t wish to wake you up, not this soon at least.

He continued to do so for a remarkably long time, smiling each time he saw you stir in your sleep, his lips leaving kisses on your neck and shoulder blades till you were fully wet for him.

Jake was shocked when you revealed that you were into somnophilia, but who was he to deny his girl some pleasure?

His other hand was busy taking care of his raging boner, seeing you dressed in his shirt, your scent mixed with his only drove him crazy.

His grip on your thighs was firm when he straddled you, pumping his cock a few times before he pushed it in you with a few thrusts, the stretch being enough to wake you up with a whimper, your state disoriented but the second you realized that Jake was making your wish actually come true, you moaned.

His dick throbbed inside you and you were still not over last night’s adventure as curse words filled the air, along with the mist of your unholy activities and fervent longing as he thrusted with a groan, kissing and nibbling on the skin of your neck.

You were sure you had bruises forming on your clavicle by now, which also extended down your breasts and inner thighs, Jake being particular about having you marked through and through.

You could only sigh and plead for more, beg for more, the word daddy coming out of your mouth effortlessly, which was effective to the point it made Jake fuel with desire as he provided you with the most overwhelming, ecstasy filled orgasm, him coming all over your pussy, pulling out this time.

“I like you,” he revealed all of a sudden, his smile the epitome of boyishness which made you chuckle with your newfound happiness.

That’s one good way to wake up in the morning.

“Guess what, Sim. I like you too,” you confessed, growing shy by the last word and he pulled you in a sweet hug, swinging your body along his, your laughter filling up the room.

You gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

You had forgotten to help him escape without your grandma knowing.

The escape was successful, and so were your holidays which were nearing. Your sadness was apparent on your face, having no desire to go back leaving your grandma and aunt Sim.

More importantly, Jake.

It has become a routine for him to slip into your room ever so professionally to sleep with you—some nights you did sleep, other nights he gave you every reason to be awake.

Which also served as a solid reason for Jake to stop indulging in the so called drug trade, one instance of almost being caught was enough for you both, not that you were involved in the first place.

He opened up to you, actually acting like a goof at times, juxtaposing his usual bad boy demeanour. He provided you with the best of both worlds.

Your feelings for the guy you used to find annoying were increasing at record speed per day, and now that it was finally one day before you’d leave, you couldn’t help but be bothered by Jake’s absence.

He’s always around, which made you wonder where and what he was up to, especially when you wanted nothing more than to spend your time in his arms, lip quivering at the thought that he might not wish to see you anymore.

However, that wasn’t the case when he showed up in the doorway, huffing and hair messy as if he was running.

“Jaeyun,” you whispered, letting him pull you in the comfort of his warm arms.

“I’m coming,” he breathed, making you look at him with wide eyes.

“What?” You blinked, almost stuttering.

“I’m coming to Seoul with you, princess. I got into the same university,” he chuckled as you snatched the envelope from him, jumping with excitement as tears filled your eyes, hugging him even tighter.

You felt like your heart was going to explode with the excitement, which Jake found heartwarming. He had planned this the second he saw you and got to know you. It was a given that he wanted to be with you.

“What about your mom?” You asked softly, realizing that she’d be alone.

“She’s gonna stay with Gigi. Our ladies are strong women, right?” He asked, caressing your lip, which you had noticed was his habit.

“W—when did you even apply—this is so amazing,” you went on rambling, which was something he adored, but kissing your lips to shut you up was his favourite thing, especially when he got to see your shy smile right after.

“So, we’re gonna be together?” You questioned, shyness taking over.

“You’re wrong if you think you’ll ever get rid of me now, princess,” he smirked, teasing you again.

This side of him made you faux scoff, “but what if I want to get rid of you?” You challenged, knowing well you weren’t capable of that.

He took a step closer to you, his broad smile illuminating the room, his hand resting on your waist pulling you closer, “I’d like to see you try and escape me,” he retorted.

“You want me that much, huh?” Your smile was coy.

He brushed your nose tip with his, making you chuckle with joy.

“I’ll always want my princess.”

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iboatedhere · 4 months

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During a goodwill tour of Europe, Prince Henry rebels against his tedious schedule and disappears into the heart of Rome, seeking reprieve from a life of relentless royal obligations...

Alex Claremont-Diaz, an American journalist living in Rome with a British Monarchy-sized chip on his shoulder, stumbles upon a young man…

Each man keeps a secret to benefit themselves, not thinking how it would affect the other until love gets in the way.

(Thank you @pragmatic-optimist for all your help!)

Chapter One: Sweetness And Decency

Henry leans over the balcony railing and stares wistfully at the festivities overtaking the street below.

Twinkling lights hang between the trees as the sound of live music and laughter floats up to him. Couples dance, loose and easy, sleeves rolled up to elbows while skirts twist around legs and ankles.

It feels like unbridled happiness that Henry has always longed to be a part of, but he knows that he wouldn't know what to do with it if given the opportunity.

He's always been on the outside looking in, hanging back in the shadows as centuries of familial obligations bear down on him. He feels like he could collapse beneath the weight and tumble out of the embassy window. A beautiful prison fit for the king he'll never be.

#Rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fic #Roman Holiday AU

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liamlawsonlesbian · 5 months

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i can feel the sun on you

Alex checks his notifications and sees a missed call and a whatsapp message from his editor at the Herald: No press conference today, unfortunately. There’s a link to a story at the end of the text. From the headline, Alex can see that the prince he was supposed to cover is sick. He clicks the link just to see if the press conference has been rescheduled yet. His heart leaps into his throat. There, staring up at him from the screen, is the beautiful stranger from last night. Unless Alex is very much mistaken, Hereditary Prince Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Rainier Grimaldi, Marquis of Baux, heir to the throne of Monaco, is asleep in his bed.

Or: Charles is a prince under pressure. Alex is an aspiring novelist trying to make ends meet. They find each other in Buenos Aires.

Chalex Roman Holiday AU, 12k, Rated T for Themes

#my fic #aaaaaahhhh asjfd;lkfj #this was such such a labor of love #i can't believe it's over #chalex #f1 rpf #chalex roman holiday #i can feel the sun on you

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caterpillarinacave · 1 year

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You know, as ready as Neo is to ascend, and as much as she wants to, I don’t think she would be willing to entirely forget Roman.

I think Neo tells the Blacksmith that.

“Don’t worry” says the Blacksmith “You, and your friend, would approve the life I have in mind for you”

So Neo ascends. She’s different now. She doesn’t know who she is, where she’s going. She’s just a person, wandering around the ever after. She’ll figure out what to do eventually.

She wanders around the Ever After. She meets people, fraternizes with them, and inevitably moves on. Some part of the every after will fit her, or She’s been told.

She’ll find it someday.

Eventually She stumbles across a glittering table in the woods littered with all sorts of things. The air smells like smoke, the various colored gemstones lining the trees beautifully eyecatching.

“Don’t set those on fire!”

Someone at the table has spoken, and She turned quizzically toward the clamor, where several pairs of eyes had fixed on her, all looking rather frantic, with the exception of the young man at the very head of the table.

“You could actually” He twirls a silver spoon around in his hand “Light them on fire, that is.”

“They’ll blow up!” Someone shouts.

“Some people” He leans lazily back in his chair “All up in a tizzy over the chance of an explosion.”

He meets her gaze, the lazy smile around his lips somehow deeply familiar.

The rest of the tables inhabitants return their clamor but She finds herself entirely focused on the person at the head, who continues looks at her with an odd sort of curiosity.

She finds herself at the head of the table next to Him. Somehow She’s enjoying herself more in this random gathering than she has anywhere else in the Everafter.

“So you don’t talk much, huh?”

She thinks for a minute. She’s never talked before. It doesn’t seem like something she wants to do, so;

Nope.

“How charming!” He grins. “Why talk talk, when you can talk without talking?”

She smiles. Some people have trouble listening without talking.

He nods solemly. He has no problem hearing her without talking.

What’s your name?

“Oh, my name? I can’t say I’ve ever thought about that. I’ll get to it later. You?”

Don’t have one.

“Well, you’ll find one. Coffee?”

She doesn’t know what coffee is, but she knows it’s not supposed to be in such a lovely cup.

She sticks her tongue out at him. He looks mock aghast.

She sticks around with Him. He likes to talk, talk with words, and seems to know everything about everything, but nothing about anything. Eventually, they start to wander, having a wonderful conversation about everything and nothing.

She pauses the walk to climb a strange looking tree while He happily looks on from below. “I think” He says “You are my favorite thing in the ever after.”

She grins back down at Him.

The feeling is mutual. “Where is it you belong?” He asks, pulling himself onto a branch next to her “In the Ever After, what section?”

I had been looking for it.

“Ah. Have you found it?”

Yes.

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sydsaint · 1 year

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Holiday Solo content! 🎄🎄🎁🎁🎀🎀

Summary: The reader gets invited to a holiday party at The Bloodlines estate by Solo.

It's Christmas Eve in the household of The Bloodline and everyone is preparing for the annual Christmas party. This year you and your best friend Sami have been invited to the party.

"Do you think that a dress is too formal?" You ask Sami while rummaging through your closet. "Because I don't want to stand out too much. But I don't want it to look like I didn't try at all either." You sigh and turn around to Sami ironing out his shirt on the other side of the room.

Sami chuckles and sets the iron down before he turns to you. "Just wear a dress, that red one with the fluffy straps is cute." He informs you. "What's got you all nervous, anyways? You're usually oozing confidence."

"Solo's going to be there, remember?" You remind Sami. "He's the one that invited me. Oh god, does that make it a date?" The possibility suddenly dawns on you. "Damnit! I didn't even think about that." You scold yourself and turn back to the closet.

"Man, you are like head over heels for Sikoa, huh?" Sami teases you. "Just relax, Y/N. It's going to be fine." He assures you.

You pick your red dress off of the rack and examine it against your body in the mirror with a frown. "I don't know..... Don't you think that this is a bit much?" You doubt yourself some more.

"Just go put it on." Sami grabs your shoulder and pushes you toward the bathroom.

You sigh and shut the bathroom door behind you. You pull the dress on and fix up your hair, still wrecked with nerves about the party.

After you've gotten all dolled up you step out of the bathroom and find Sami fixing the buttons of his ironed shirt. He smiles at you and gives you an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "See? You look great, N/N. Sikoa isn't going to be able to resist you."

Back at The Bloodline's estate, the twins, Roman, and Solo are all getting ready for the party. "Hey, Solo, did you actually get around to inviting Y/N to the party? Because I only invited, Sami." Jey asks Solo while he fixes his shirt in the mirror on the wall.

"Yeah, I ask her to come." Solo nods. "She seemed a little nervous when I asked her, so I don't know if she'll show though." He shrugs.

"Oh, she'll show up." Roman chuckles from across the room. "That girl has got it bad for you, man." He teases Solo.

Solo scoffs and turns away from his brothers and cousin. "Nah, she's just shy." He insists.

"Shy?" Jimmy laughs. "Man, there ain't a shy bone in that girl's body." He and Jey both laugh.

"Yeah." Jey agrees. "Trust us, little bro. She's definitely looking for a chance to jump your bones tonight."

Solo scoffs and dismisses his brothers teasing. Everyone finishes up getting ready for the party and heads downstairs to wait for the guests to arrive.

You and Sami arrive in the evening and are greeted by Jey at the door. "Hey! Glad that you two could make it." He ushers you both through the door. "Y/N, you look good tonight." He compliments you. "Solo's been waiting for you to show up. He's hanging out in the lounge. Through there."

"Thanks, Jey." You nod and cautiously weave through the crowd of people mingling around the room.

You step into the lounge and glance around for Solo and blush when a few people's gaze land on you. You are about to turn tail and run off to find Sami when someone sets a warm hand on your back.

"Y/N, wow, you look great." Solo greets you with a friendly smile.

You breathe a small sigh of relief when you find that it's Solo now at your side. "Solo, thank you. You look great, too." You smile back at him. "Jey said that you were waiting for me?"

"Yeah, well I did kind of ask you to the party as my date." Solo chuckles.

"Date!?" You stutter out a reply. 'I knew it!' You think to yourself silently.

Solo nods noticing the look of surprise on your face. "Yeah, did I not tell you that?" He asks you. "Sorry, I meant to. You're okay with that right? Being my date and all?"

"Yeah yeah." You nod vigorously. "I don't mind at all, actually." You giggle.

"Great!" Solo grins. "Come on, let's grab a drink before I go show you off to the fam." He offers you his arm playfully.

"Oh, okay!" You giggle and let him take your arm.

Solo does as promised and parades you around the party and shows you off to any family member that will listen. You laugh and greet everyone that he introduces you to. Eventually, he ushers you up to Roman and his gorgeous model wife, Galina.

"Hi! You must be, Y/N! It's so nice to finally meet you." Galina smiles down at you from Roman's side.

"Hi!" You match her stunning smile. "I love your dress! You look amazing in it." You compliment the stunning silver dress she's got on.

Galina shrugs with a modest grin and steps over to you. She grabs your hand and pulls you away to chat, leaving Solo and Roman to talk for a minute. "Thank you! But please, you look gorgeous in that red dress. And I love the frills on the straps." She compliments you right back.

"Thank you. And your house is amazing." You glance around the room. "Everyone seems to be so nice as well. I am having a great time." You assure her.

"I'm glad." Galina smiles. "I know that Solo was a bit worried that you weren't going to show up. So I'm happy that you're here. He seems to really like you." She informs you.

"He was worried about me?" You reply, blushing at the thought of making him nervous.

Galina laughs and nods, glancing over at Roman and Solo chatting on the other side of the room. "Oh, yeah. And now that I've met you, I can see why." She teases you playfully. "In fact..." She leans over and whispers something to you with a sly grin.

A smile cracks on your face at Galina's secret and you both walk back over to Roman and Solo. Galina takes her place back at Roman's side and you walk over to Solo.

"Hey, it looked like you and Galina were getting along well." Solo comments when you stop at his side. "What were you two talking about?" He asks you.

"Not much." You shrug. "Just some girlie stuff like dresses." You giggle and glance over at Galina who in return winks at you.

Galina turns away from Roman and looks down at Solo. "Solo, have you taken Y/N to see the tree set up by the stairs yet?" She asks him.

"Oooh, I'd love to see the tree!" You back her up with a smile.

Solo glances between the two of you with a look of suspicion but obliges. "Alright, come on, it's over here." He nods toward the other side of the room. "Catch you later, Rom. You too, Galina."

You walk with Solo through the room and over to where there is an immaculately decorated tree set up by the grand staircase. You walk over to the tree and stand in front of it, admiring the lights and twinkling ornaments hanging from the branches.

"Hey, is that what I think it is?" You wait a couple of seconds before you pretend to notice the mistletoe hanging from one of the crossbeams above your head. You innocently bat your eyelashes at Solo, like Galina didn't tell you earlier that the mistletoe was hanging here.

"Galina put you up to this, didn't she?" Solo chuckles with an amused smile.

You shrug with a confident grin. "I've got no idea what you're talking about. But you do know the rules about mistletoe, don't you?" You tease him.

"I'm perfectly aware, trust me." Solo chuckles and sets a gentle hand on your waist. His other hand travels up to your face and cups your cheek gently for a sweet and damn near picture-perfect holiday kiss.

Across the room, Galina smiles to herself with Roman at her side. "I like that girl, she's sweet." She informs Roman. "Her and Solo will make a good match. So don't do anything to mess this up, Roman." She warns him.

"Yes, Ma'am." Roman chuckles at his wife.

#solo sikoa #the bloodline #roman reigns #jey uso #jimmy uso #sami zayn #wwe fandom #wwe fanfiction #wrestling fic #holiday fic

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That sounds awful; I'd love to read it. (But maybe someone could comfort him at the end? Remy? You like Remy and Roman together, right? Right? /lh)

(okay this is ridiculously late considering that i wrote this fic at christmastime and now it's february, but here is the long-awaited sequel to christmas when you're alone!)

(cw -> attempted solitary confinement, panic attacks, mentions of emotional abuse)

word count: 1.9k

The wafting scent of Christmas dinner made Roman's mouth water, but he couldn't bring himself to summon any food. A part of him didn't think he deserved it. After all, he had been stuck here, locked in his room with a magic seal for almost ten hours now.

Usually, Roman wouldn't keep count, but it was one of the only things keeping him from going insane.

With his powers, Roman was typically able to sink in and out of any room in the mindscape, but when Janus made the magic seal at his door, it prevented his ability to do that, rendering him trapped in his bedroom, where he almost thought he could sense the walls starting to close in on him.

The laughing and chattering outside never stopped, and it was driving Roman mad. Why did they sound like they were having so much more fun when he wasn't there? Before he knew it, more tears were sliding down Roman's cheeks as he reflected on the dreadful morning he'd had.

It just wasn't fair. He had tried so hard. Everything he did was in spite of his abilities and personality. Despite being the ego, he did nothing but care for other people. Despite being insecurity, he let the other sides dig at him over, and over, and over. Every single thing he did sitting down at that Christmas tree was unnatural, and that meant that it took so much effort. But nobody seemed to care. In fact, it was almost like they made a game out of trying to break Roman, shattering his attempts at being good and obedient.

It was like they didn't want him to succeed.

The prince curled in on himself in the bed, and he was starting to sob so loudly that he grew hoarse from how much energy it was taking. But the tears kept coming, causing his body to spasm unnaturally. He was trying so hard not to choke on his own tears that he didn't even hear the signature sound of somebody rising into his room.

"Come on, girlfriend. You gotta breathe."

When a gentle hand touched Roman's back, the prince immediately flinched away, expecting an unfriendly touch. But when he smelled a very overpowering coffee-scent and saw that the hand reaching out was sunkissed tan like his instead of pale like the other sides', fear gave way to confusion.

"Sleep?" Roman whispered, "What- what are you doing here? It's only 5pm. It's not time for bed yet."

"Please. Call me Remy. And I wanted to come by and see if I could join in on the festivities," Remy said, "Even bitches like to have fun sometimes, right? I don't know. They let me hang out, but...it didn't seem like they actually wanted me around, you know? And when I saw you were missing, I asked around. Nobody gave me a real answer. So I thought I'd investigate for myself. And here we are."

And now, Remy leaned in, and he took off his sunglasses, propping them up on top of his head. He gazed at Roman with those shockingly sharp gray eyes, eyes that sought truth.

"What the hell did they do to you?"

Roman shuddered as the question was asked. It was strange and unfamiliar, as his tongue flailed to come up with an answer. Frankly, Roman wasn't used to being pitied. He wasn't used to his side of the story being heard out without being ridiculed or dismissed. And because of the events of the morning, Roman couldn't bring himself to tell and risk getting punished again.

"It was my fault," he whispered, "You should go back with them. I'm supposed to be alone. I'm...supposed to think about what I've done."

Roman expected the weight on the side of his bed to lift, and he expected Remy to sink out the moment he was dismissed, with an air of relief. Thank God he didn't have to deal with the whiny little prince anymore.

But no such thing happened. Remy only stared, and he crawled onto Roman's bed fully, his gaze never faltering for a second as his mouth pressed into a tight line. Roman could feel the rage emitting off him in waves, and the feeling made him shudder.

"What you've done?" Remy practically spat, "What did you do?"

Roman judged Remy's tone as an indication that he was angry with him. So words spilled from the prince, in a desperate attempt to correct anything wrong he might have done to vex Remy. He couldn't have somebody else hate him. He just couldn't.

"I was bad on Christmas," Roman whimpered as he held back his tears, "I was bratty, I got the others the wrong gifts, I was insensitive, I- I wasn't grateful enough for my gifts, I cried. I cried and I ruined everything, and- maybe I never should have been there to begin with. Maybe I'm the problem and I need to just- stay here. Out of the way. I never should have left my room to begin with, I-"

"Girl. Girl, calm down. Please."

Remy's gentle tone cut through Roman's hysteria as he hugged the prince tightly, attempting to ground him with his limbs. Trying to use his body to let the panicking side know that he was still on the ground. He wasn't floating away. He was here. And he mattered. His words mattered. Roman couldn't help but lean into the touch, starved of comfort and human decency.

"Please," Roman whispered desperately, "Please don't leave me, I can't be alone again, I can't. I'll do anything, I'll do anything you want, I'll never cry again, I'll never speak again. I'll make you anything you want, I'll be anything you want. Just please- please-"

"Oh, babydoll..." Remy hugged Roman closer, starting to rub circles on his back. Roman could feel the rings on his fingers, but it was comfortable. "Babydoll, please, stop. Stop talking about yourself like that. You don't have to do anything to keep me here, you don't have to pretend to be something you're not. I'm your friend. I want to help you no matter what."

Roman winced.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I'm sorry-"

"No. None of that, honeybun. Please?"

Remy gazed at Roman with such earnest eyes, Roman couldn't tear his own tear-filled gaze away. This was so different from what he was used to. Why wasn't Remy yelling? Why wasn't he laughing? Why wasn't he taking Roman away, why wasn't he rolling his eyes? This felt like the stuff of fantasy, something that Roman dreamed up. He stayed silent as he stared at Remy, trying to drink his presence in fully. If it was a hallucination, Roman was sure as hell going to try and enjoy it.

"You're not going to say sorry when you didn't do anything wrong. That's not gonna happen," Remy said carefully, holding Roman's trembling hands and squeezing them, "You're spiraling. You're panicking. That doesn't usually just happen to a person, especially someone like you. You're generally mentally okay, you're usually doing fine. But lately...things have been so off. And I think I know why."

Roman couldn't help but tense up, terrified of what Remy was going to say.

"Why?" he whispered, purely because he felt like he had to.

"Those bitches out there are abusing you."

"What??"

The word burst out of Roman before he even had the opportunity to control it. His mouth hung open and he felt like his entire world had turned upside down with that statement. He tried to rush to defenses, to tell Remy that it wasn't abusive to help Roman become a better person, that he deserved it, that the others would never abuse anybody.

But he couldn't speak.

Roman couldn't say a word because deep down, he was wondering if Remy was right.

None of this felt right. Instead of a person, Roman felt lately like a caged animal at the zoo. Trapped, stuck, mistreated, dirty, forced into humiliation so people could gawk at him and laugh. No matter what he did, it was always wrong. No matter how hard he tried, it was never enough. Was that really how life was supposed to be?

"Honey, do you really think it's fair that you got locked up on Christmas day?" Remy murmured, "Or that instead of a nice present, you got a book about fucking manners? The other sides out there told me everything, or rather, as much as they wanted me to tell. I'll bet there's so much more that's so shameful that they couldn't even say it. They know what they're doing is wrong. They know they're hurting you beyond repair, and they don't want to admit it because they don't want to lose their toy."

Roman flinched, and Remy shook his head quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to say you're a toy. You're not. It's just- they treat you like one. They think they can break you over and over with no consequences. But that's wrong. There's gonna be consequences. I'll make sure of it."

"You can't," Roman said immediately, his eyes growing wide and desperate, "Please. They'll hate me. They will, I know they will. They'll think I pushed you onto them, they'll think I'm using you. I can't get punished again, Remy. Please. You don't get what it's like to be trapped here alone."

"You're right, I don't," Remy said, "But you shouldn't be able to get it either. Nobody deserves to be locked up like this, especially on Christmas. I know you can be a bit...rambunctious, Ro, but you're a good person. You're good, Roman. I know that. And I think you know that too."

"I-..." Roman deflated. "I don't know. No matter how good I try to be, it's just not good enough for them. And what's the point of goodness if it doesn't help the people around you?"

"That's the thing, babydoll, you are helping the people around you," Remy reassured, starting to gently run his fingers through Roman's thick, curly auburn locks. "Virgil hasn't taken off those shoes. They fit him perfectly. None of them had to take on the burden of decorating the house, or arranging the gifts to look pretty, or setting the table with milk and cookies. That was you, honeybun. That was Roman. Nobody else. The Christmas magic doesn't come from anybody else here. It comes from you. No matter what they have to say about it, you created all this. Without you, this holiday wouldn't be in the mindscape at all."

Roman opened his mouth to speak, but he was just overwhelmed. He started to smile, almost deliriously. It felt so good to be seen, to be recognized in such away, to get attention that wasn't bad. And Remy was somebody that Roman had always admired. Confident, cool, sassy, always able to stand up for himself, no matter what. Remy was the type of person that Roman wished he was more like. And here he was, helping him, reassuring him, telling him how much he mattered and showing him what made him special.

Roman couldn't have asked for a better Christmas present than that.

"Thank you," he whispered, "I'm sorry. Merry Christmas. I...should have gotten you a present."

"Hmm, I know a present you can give me," Remy said with a gentle smirk, "Can I have a magic hug from my magic boy?"

Roman laughed breathlessly and threw himself once again into Remy's arms, relishing in the endless warmth that the man gave, marveling at how he always managed to smell like a warm, fresh cup of coffee sweetened with honey.

"You're magic too, Remy," Roman whispered, curling up closer to Remy and hiding his face in his chest, so Remy wouldn't see how his face went red. "You helped me believe in Christmas again."

(i hope this was some nice food for my rosleep shippers! also i'm sorry this is literally a month and a half late. uh...things happened! but i'm sure a bit of christmas magic is great no matter what season, right? thanks for reading!!! and feel free always to put in an ask if there's anything else whump writing wise you wanna see from me!)

#christmas when you're alone #sanders sides #tss #thomas sanders #whump community #whump writing #roman sanders #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #tss roman #whumpee roman #caretaker remy #tss whumper writing #panic attacks #emotional abuse #christmas whump #holiday whump

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 4 months

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Roman/Gerri; 2,900 words. In which love actually is all around. (Roman, Gerri, and the world's most notorious Christmas romcom.) 🎄☃️❤️

#what a very silly and grand time it was in this google doc!#i promise i'll cool it with the holiday fics now #(i hope?????)#romangerri #roman x gerri #succession fic #i write things!#fanfiction

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dannypuro · 14 days

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Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Roman Holiday (1953) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Courfeyrac/Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy Characters: Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Marius Pontmercy, Cosette Fauchelevent, Les Amis de l'ABC, Jean Valjean, Matelote (Les Misérables) Additional Tags: Journalism, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Inspired by Roman Holiday (1953), Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - 1950s, Threesome - F/M/M, First Time Summary:

Courfeyrac doesn't exactly mean to bring home the crown prince of a minor European nation. It just sort of... happens.

AKA, the Roman Holiday AU, set vaguely in the 1950s, wherein:

Courfeyrac is an up-and-coming journalist who can't quite seem to get up-and-coming;

Cosette is a photojournalist and Courfeyrac's partner in crime--as well as in newspaper work;

and Marius is the crown prince of a minor European nation who just so happens to be asleep on Courfeyrac's couch.

#finally updated! go read it today!#the roman holiday fic #courfmarisette #marius x cosette x courfeyrac #les miserables fanfiction

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diaryofamadsunwukongfan · 16 days

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Case file 274761453: Roman Torchwick

Race: Human

Nationality: Mistral (Windpath city)

Ethnicity: Mantlecean

Weapon: Melodic Cudgel (Note: This weapon appears custom made, which wouldn't be strange if he was a huntsman, but he isn't. I think the parts were probably stolen.)

Gender: Man

Sexuality: Straight (Note: My assumption, sir.)

Starting Age: 32

Aura Color: Orange

Handedness: Right

Complexion: Pale white

Eye Color: Green

Semblance: Deep Pockets (Torchwick can "store" objects inside his Aura shield. We don't have any records of a semblance quite like this before, so make plans to "test" his abilities when we contain him.)

Occupation: Torchwick gang leader

Previous occupation: Spider mob member

Wanted in all 4 kingdoms, behind over one hundred robberies, connections to at least one of the mafia heads in Mistral, Roman Torchwick has made quite the name for himself for someone that our department struggles to find records on.

What we do know is that, for the last seven months, Roman has been behind a string of Dust robberies of all things. In the past, criminal organizations have bought and stolen Dust in bulk before commiting large scale crimes, but the sheer scale at which Roman has been conducting his recent activities is unlike anything seen before. It's almost as if he's stealing Dust for the sake of it, or perhaps trying to create an artifical shortage.

At this rate, a detective is no longer needed to stop Torchwick. We need a huntsman.

#rwde #rwby fix it fic #rwby rewrite #rwby au #I kinda regret not reading Roman Holiday #oh well #roman torchwick

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cupidford · 1 year

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Roman Holiday by emmagrant01

Sherlock is dispatched to Rome to investigate a murder. Unfortunately for him, the prime suspect is very intriguing.

Johnlock Love Letters #2298

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monstrousroommates · 10 months

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Holiday Plans (Monstrous Roommates AU fic)

So the thing is: Fireworks go boom.

(on Ao3)

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There were raised voices in the kitchen, which was surprising. Thomas rose up out of his doze and headed over, more or less sitting on the kitchen pass through. All four of his roommates were gathered around the table, which had lots of pieces of paper on it, and Logan’s laptop to one side. The paper proved to be a map of the surrounding area, from the looks of things printed off Google and patched together.

“-this does of course, not include people who have just gotten them somewhere and will let them off whenever they please.”

“Yeah but those are quieter.” Virgil countered. Patton whined uncomfortably, leaning against Roman. Roman was perched on the counter, and kissed Patton’s neck in response.

Virgil glared down at the paper.

“We can’t do anything about those. So planning for them is out.”

“Barring weather conditions they’ll start here at eight forty five on the second, continuing here and here until ten at the latest.” He drew points on the map, and after a moment’s study, Virgil drew circles around them.

“Again, the weather’ll change it, but that’s about the range.”

Thomas moved past them, and brushed up against Patton and Roman, letting them know he was there with a chill.

“Hello Thomas.” Roman said brightly, but looking in the wrong direction.

“Over here.” Thomas corrected, pushing himself to become visible. “Sorry, went through you a little bit.”

“So that’s what that was.” Patton gave a weak smile.

“What’s going on?” Thomas asked. Over at the kitchen table, Logan and Virgil had changed pen colors, apparently, and were discussing the third.

“Fourth of July plans.” Roman explained.

“Ah, gonna find the best place to watch the fireworks?”

Before anyone could answer, there was a sharp echoing bang somewhere down the street. Patton jumped and whined, fingernails looking at little dark and thick where he was holding on to Roman’s arms.

There was a pause, then another bang. Outside there was a flash of light.

“... firework.” Logan said after a moment. “Not gun.”

“You’re sure?” Virgil asked. Logan nodded. Now that he was looking, Logan looked a little strained as well, and Virgil was chewing on the cord to his hoodie.

“Not quite.” Roman smiled at Thomas. “My beloveds do not care for fireworks. Logan is bothered by the lights, Patton is bothered by the sound, and Virgil hates both of them. Our last home was in the city, and the fireworks usually were set off at the edges, or more lost to the city sounds.”

“And assholes who shot ‘em off early got caught by the police. All cops may be bastards, but at least they knew a fire hazard when they saw it.” Virgil said grumpily.

“We weren’t quite prepared for how… enthusiastic the area was last year.” Logan explained. “This year, I have made some charts, and Virgil is helping me estimate how far the sound will carry.” He frowned down at his map. “We’re in an overlap for no less than three displays- and four on the fourth itself, oddly enough.”

“So I’m guessing no barbeque?” Thomas joked.

“We will probably be leaving tomorrow morning.” Roman confirmed. “I quite like fireworks, but I wouldn’t want to leave them alone.”

“You don’t have to.” Patton mumbled. “You could stay and have a blast.” he gave a weak smile.

“Thank you, no.” He kissed the top of Patton’s head. “If I want to see fireworks, I’ll take a trip down to Disney.”

“Disney.” Virgil and Logan groaned together, and Virgil made another mark on the map, down at the edge.

“I never thought it was an option.” Patton told Thomas. “When I was younger I just had to put up with it, because no one else seemed to have a problem.”

“If we can’t find a good place, it’s going to be noise canceling headphones and a lan party this year.” Virgil grumbled. “I mean, fun, but I’d rather not be forced into it. But we don’t want to go too far, and we need someplace to stay. So it’s tricky.” he sighed. “I remember I liked the fireworks when I was a kid, but now it’s just too bright and loud.”

Logan reached out and patted Virgil’s shoulder, staring down at the map.

“Why don’t you guys go somewhere else entirely?”

“Well, I’m still concerned about the epidemic, personally.” Logan pointed out. “Of the four of us, I am the most likely to contract a disease. Beyond that…” he shook his head. “It’s not as if we can travel far outside the United States in any good time. So anywhere we went we would be faced with the same problem. I think preparation like this is as good as it’s going to get.”

“Last year of highschool, Logan and I went camping. We hiked for miles out into the wilderness.” Patton offered.

“The stars were lovely.” Logan remembered.

“Yeah, but you were so sore you could hardly walk back.” Patton gave a whine of concern.

“We perhaps pushed too hard.”

“It took us twice as long to get back.” Patton admitted. “We ran out of food and I had to hunt. So even if we were near a big enough park, I don’t know if I’d wanna risk it.”

“I should hope I’m in better shape now, with all the effort I put into physical therapy.” Logan huffed. “But I suppose it’s better not to take that risk.”

“I mean, I could probably carry you back, but I’m not a huge fan of camping in the first place.” Virgil said with a grimace.

“It sounds like you need an off highway motel. Most of those are further away from towns.” Thomas suggested. “If you had more time, you might be able to find like an island rental in the keys.”

“I vote that!” Roman said excitedly. “No fireworks for you and a beach for me!”

“Yeah, sure.” Virgil said sarcastically. “You find one and I’ll put up with being on a boat.”

Roman pulled out his phone and started typing, and Virgil rolled his eyes, going back to his intense map-marking with Logan.

“Are you going to be okay Thomas?” Patton asked suddenly.

“Yeah, I’m used to being alone.” Thomas admitted, flickering a little bit. He didn’t like it, but really, being a ghost lent itself to being lonesome. From the expression on Patton’s face he felt bad about it. Logan and Virgil argued quietly about locations and populations.

They were still at it a half an hour later, when Roman’s phone pinged and he looked at it.

“Ah-ha! I’ve got it!”

“What?” Virgil looked surprised.

“I put out some feelers- okay, Remy helped, and he and his mind-witch want to come as well.” Roman smiled brilliantly. “We have, should we want it, a private island for the week. With a nice little vacation home.” there was another ping. “Ah-” Roman’s shoulders shook as he laughed looking at the message. “Apparently it’s a summer home of someone Remy knows, and they go north for the Fourth. And it’s no longer optional. Remy says he’s going to show up at our door tomorrow. With a minivan.”

“If Remy’s willing to drive a minivan, it must be serious.” Virgil said with a straight face.

“Ah well.” Logan looked at the map. “It was a fun mental exercise.” He began folding up the map, and putting the pens into a cup.

“We should go pack, I guess.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. “Sunscreen time.”

“I wish you could come with us.” Patton told Thomas.

“Yeah. Me too.” he smiled, and faded out.

#willow is writing #monster au #sanders sides fic #ts roman #ts virgil #ts logan #ts patton #ts thomas #holiday fic

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jaylaxies · 9 months

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aria PLEASE write a similar roman holiday storyline for jay 😭 it was perfect now I need it for my bias jay 😭 and heeseung next 😋 you’re so skilled at writing <33

aaa bad boy jay? im so thrilled you enjoyed it 🫶🏼 i’ll try to make such fics for all the members whenever i get time and thank you for reading roman holiday, anonnie! 🩷

#[🍪] : anons #fic : roman holiday

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iboatedhere · 5 months

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Thank you @kiwiana-writes @lemonlyman-dotcom & @orchidscript ❤️

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“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know,” Alex says, “it just seems like the thing to say.”

Henry laughs softly and Alex puts the pot down on the stove before touching his shoulder. “I’m sorry that your mom is hurting. I’m sorry that you’re hurting.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“You have a way about you, I guess. Even when you're enjoying yourself there’s still something there.”

“I had no idea you were paying such close attention.”

“It’s kind of hard not to.”

Henry smiles, for once without an undercurrent of melancholy, and Alex clears his throat.

“Would you like to enjoy a cheap glass of wine and a mediocre view of the city with your dinner?”

“I very much would.”

Henry doesn’t help Alex make dinner, mainly because there’s nothing more to it than boiling water and reheating sauce, but also because he insists that he can’t.

“I tried once,” Henry tells him, “and that was enough to scare me off for good.”

“You just need more practice.”

“The fire alarms would disagree.”

With a plate in each hand, and Henry holding the bottle of wine and the glasses, they make their way up the narrow stairway to the roof.

“There’s a key around my neck,” Alex says once they get to the rusty door that leads outside. “You gotta unlock the door for me.”

Henry tucks the bottle under his arm to free up a hand then gives a significant look at the Keep Out sign on the door, written in English and then again in Italian.

“That’s not for me, that’s for losers who don’t have a key.”

“I don’t want to know what you did to get one,” Henry says as he lifts the chain over Alex’s head while Alex smirks.

The door sticks, so Henry has to put his weight into it, grunting softly as it pops open. Alex tries not to find it sexy.

Like the rest of the building, the roof isn’t that impressive. A pair of folding chairs and a card table Alex found beside a dumpster. But the night is warm and clear and Alex is willing to bet that Henry has never done anything like this before. Check it off the list.

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Tagging: @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @cha-melodius anyone else who hasn’t done it, I know I’m late.

#rwrb fic #FirstPrince fic #Roman holiday au #wip wednesday

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cypanache · 1 year

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Chapters: 5/11 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Obidala, Canon Compliant, Gap Filler, Emotional Infidelity, from a certain point of view, its complicated, good intentions do not great choices make, Angst, Romance, Romantic Angst, Pining, so much pining, we love anakin skywalker in this bar

Summary:

What's between them has everything and nothing to do with Anakin Skywalker.

OR: Padme and Obi-Wan's relationship from Naboo to Mustafar

Chapter 5 - In which our pair reconnect on Coruscant over two years later … Anakin is off world, Obi-Wan is off-kilter, and Padme is having the time of her life.

#obidala #toyom #obi wan kenobi #padme admidala #padme x obi wan #obidala fic #they’re completely ridiculous in this chapter #and entirely your problem now #the author will not be apologizing for the chapter length #or the roman holiday vibes #cy writes things

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japannkenn · 2 years

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Alberto is a flirtatious gondolier in Venice. Luca is a systematic and orderly professor from Genoa. What ensues is a vintage Roman Holiday esq. ordeal; bickering by way of flirting, covert sexual tension and unbridled fear. By the end of the night, Luca can’t see a reason not to be in love with Alberto. (Well—okay, maybe he can. But his eyesight has always been shit.)

There must be Campari in the Grand Canal.

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mlwritersguild · 2 years

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Parisian Holiday, by @deinde-prandium and @2manyfandoms2count

Assigned monuments: The Pantheon & the Canal St Martin

AO3 link; Alternate Universe, No Powers AU, Royalty AU, False Identity, Inspired by Roman Holiday (1953), Paris (City), Fluff, Fluff and Humor

Summary:

During a state visit to Paris, Prince Adrien Agreste finds an escape from his strict timetable. In the process, he crosses paths with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an aspiring fashion designer turned tabloid reporter on a reluctant mission to score an exclusive scoop. She knows all about Prince Adrien. Or so she thinks.

For two days, Adrien becomes Félix, an ordinary tourist in Paris, and Marinette, his personal tour guide. As they make their way through Paris' most famous monuments, they might become a bit more than that – if their secrets don't get in the way.

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Arts and History – The Pantheon

(Place du Panthéon, 75005 Paris)

A staple of the Parisian skyline, the Pantheon is also a cultural hotspot. Beyond the eternal rest place of French notables (Voltaire, Victor Hugo, Pierre and Marie Curie, Josephine Baker, to cite a few), it is also an architectural wonder with its impressive triple dome and colonnade facade, and boasts an extensive art collection. Physics enthusiasts take note! The Pantheon is one of the places you can witness the Earth’s rotation, thanks to Foucault’s Pendulum. End your visit by climbing up to the Panorama, and enjoy the stunning 360° view of Paris!

Even though she’d been the one to drag them down the sewers, Marinette was glad to re-emerge into the streets. There was something to be said about seeing where you put your feet, and knowing that if you did, you weren’t likely to step into something you didn’t want to identify.

She stole a glance at Adrien – Félix, she reminded herself. It was safer to think of him as such, lest she slipped up in conversation and gave the whole jig up. There was just too much at stake.

She had to admit that, so far, the prince was defying all of her prejudice against the upper crust (not that she’d had a particularly bad opinion of it before meeting him, but she had expected him to be a lot snootier). As they wandered around, a slight frown creased his royal brow, but something told her it had more to do with him falling for her sewer crocodile legend, than falling on the questionable sewer floor.

Just for that, she decided to give him something to smile about.

“So, Félix,” she said breezily. “Where would you like to go next?”

Adrien’s attention snapped to her, his eyes wide. “Where would I want to go?”

“You’re the tourist.” Marinette shrugged, amused by his surprise. “You don’t have indefinite time to see everything.”

“Right,” he sighed wistfully. He dug his hands in his pockets and kicked a stray stone off the pavement. His face remained closed for a moment, and Marinette feared that she'd been a tad too harsh; then, he lit up with a hopeful smile. “Anywhere I want?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” she confirmed.

He stared at her with star-struck eyes, like she’d offered him a pony, or whatever it was princes dreamed about. She felt her heart flutter in her chest.

“The Pantheon,” he finally announced, just as Marinette’s cheeks started to warm.

“The Pantheon,” she repeated, stopping in her tracks.

“Yep.” He stopped, too, and beamed at her.

“You’re in Paris for two days, and you want to see a bunch of dead people?” Marinette said slowly, scrunching her nose. Maybe she’d been right in thinking royals lived wildly different lives, after all.

“Actually, it’s not the dead people I’m interested in, even though I’m sure they’re all very important,” he chuckled. “I’m after Foucault’s pendulum.”

Marinette stared at him blankly.

“Not to steal it or anything!” he added quickly. “It’s just a really big deal in physics.”

He likes physics, she thought. It hadn’t been her favourite subject in school, but she supposed it hadn’t been uninteresting.

Adrien’s eyes turned to pleading.

“Fine,” she sighed, turning around and going back on her steps, mentally figuring out the fastest way to the monument. She heard a pitter-patter as Adrien jogged up to her, looking every bit like a golden retriever with his newly-cut hair falling in his eyes.

Marinette suppressed a smile at the sight.

The things she did for her job.

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“Wow,” Adrien marvelled as they stepped through the colonnade and into the Pantheon’s great marble hall.

Marinette could only nod in agreement. Their weekday visit meant that the monument was fairly empty, reinforcing the magnificence of it all; she felt tiny walking out in the open, the dome higher above them than she’d expected. She stared at the overarching fresca in awe, illuminated by a round window cut out at its apex.

“Ah, there it is!”

Her attention snapped back to Adrien, who strode towards the centre of the room where a balustrade defined a round area. Inside, a long wire hung from the ceiling, attached to a golden sphere which swayed to-and-fro with a small amplitude.

“I’d expected the movement to be more impressive, but I guess this still proves Foucault’s point,” Adrien muttered, resting his elbows on the barrier.

“And what would that be, again?” Marinette asked.

“That the Earth is spinning on itself,” he replied matter-of-factly. “See how the pendulum doesn’t go back on its tracks?” Marinette nodded. “Well, the pendulum’s axis doesn’t actually move; we do. If we didn’t, it would have a truly linear path.”

“Excellent explanation, young man,” a voice startled them.

A man, wearing what Marinette assumed was the Pantheon’s guards’ uniform, complete with peaked cap, had made his way to Adrien’s side, and had apparently been listening in.

“Would you like to reset the pendulum?” he asked Adrien.

Her companion’s jaw went slack. “Could I? Really?”

“Wait, why does the pendulum need to be reset?” Marinette asked.

“You see, young lady, in an ideal universe, the pendulum would swing all day long…” the guard started, hopping over the barrier to retrieve the pendulum.

“...but the friction makes it lose its momentum!” Adrien completed as the man handed him the wire.

“Exactly.”

Marinette watched Adrien reverently let go of the pendulum, which sailed through the circle before crossing it again in another direction. He looked mesmerised by the sight, his delighted smile widening with each trip of the pendulum; it truly baffled Marinette that he could be so enthusiastic about something so… simple. It made her wonder how he’d put up with his royal status, and his father’s reported strictness, for so long.

Her eyes wandered to the hall’s paintings as she decided to make his rebellious outing as memorable as possible. When they landed on Adrien again, he’d stood up slightly, and looked like he was looking for something.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Well, the guidebook said something about being able to climb up and get a view of Paris…” Adrien said sheepishly.

Marinette nodded and joined him in scanning the room for any signs. Their guard friend caught their search and made his way back to them.

“Maybe I can help you now,” he said with a smile.

“I think you probably will,” Marinette smiled. “We're looking for the way up the dome.”

“I'm so sorry, it hasn't reopened yet.” The guide grimaced and shook his head. “You'll have to come back in April!”

“Oh.” Adrien looked down at his shoes, his smile falling in the process.

Marinette's hands instinctively found their way to his forearm, squeezing it reassuringly.

“We’ll have to look into it. Thank you so much for your help!”

The man touched his cap and thanked them for the break. Adrien smiled at the joke, but Marinette noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She found herself needing to bring back his prior enthusiasm.

“Don’t worry,” she squeezed his arm again, and started guiding him towards the exit. “If what you want is to rise above Paris, then I have just the place for you.”

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Walks and Wanders – The Canal St Martin

(Quai de Jemmapes - 75010 Paris)

Extending over four kilometers, the Canal St. Martin has linked the Port de l’Arsenal to the La Villette canal basin since 1825. Punctuated with locks, swing bridges, Venetian-style footbridges, and lined with chestnut trees and squares, it is the focal point of one the most romantic places in Paris. Visitors can watch boats travel across the canal, while lovers and friends can soak in serenades by the water from the banks or bridges.

Adrien breathed deeply, taking aim in quiet concentration. Flicking his wrist, he let the rock fly toward the water at a perfect angle. It spun as it gently skimmed across the canal - once, twice, three times, leaving tiny ripples in its wake.

Satisfied, Adrien watched as the stone slipped below the surface. Despite the calm stillness of the canal, he could feel the hum of the city, its energy thrumming through his veins. He smiled, marvelling at how much he’d seen in such a short time. The whole day had been a whirlwind…just like the tiny powerhouse standing next to him.

Plop!

Whirlwind, indeed. No wonder she seemed to be struggling with their current activity.

“I don’t get how you’re so good at this,” Marinette grumbled. “Is it that whole physics thing? Something something momentum Foucault’s pendulum?”

Adrien chuckled, oddly thrilled that she’d remembered his interest in physics. “The physics of skipping stones is fascinating. Did you know the Japanese have a different word for it? Mizu kiri – it means, water cutting.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to tell me that you learned how to skip stones in Japan?”

Adrien’s cheeks warmed, remembering the brutal critiques of a five-year-old Princess Kagami during their stone skipping “lessons” at the Japanese Imperial Palace. “Ah, I didn’t – I mean, no,” he stammered. “My friend taught me when we were kids. I’d practise at a pond near my house.”

At least it wasn’t a complete lie.

Marinette smiled in reply, but there was something in her eyes that made him think she wanted more. Not in the way that Chloe or Lila or even his father wanted things from him…rather, she looked at him like he was a puzzle, seeking to uncover a new piece with each stop on their tour.

Truthfully, he felt a little like that about her, too. The more Adrien got to know Marinette, the more he longed to learn about her. And as vital as it was for him to keep his identity a secret, with each moment they spent together, the more he wanted to tell her…

Adrien shook the thought from his mind. “I could teach you?” he offered instead. “There’s a technique my friend taught me.”

“Your Japanese stone skipping master?” Marinette deadpanned.

“Fencing partner, actually,” he corrected. He picked up a rock lying nearby, and held it out to her. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Pursing her lips, Mariette took the rock from his hand, then hurled it with all her might. It sank into the canal with a resounding plop , and she groaned.

Adrien grinned. “It’s an easy fix,” he said. “You’re raising your arm too high when you release it. Force helps, but it’s the angle that really matters. That, and finding the right rock.”

He bent down to select another stone. He reached over to grasp one, turning it over to examine its shape, only belatedly registering the small gasp that seemed to come from his companion. Adrien looked up to find a wide-eyed Marinette staring down at him. It was then that he realised he was kneeling right at her feet. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks colouring to match hers. “I just wanted the perfect one.”

“Of course,” she replied. He wondered if her voice was just a little breathier than before.

“Right, so…rocks,” he continued awkwardly. “They should be flat and smooth, and not too heavy. This one should work, but don’t throw it yet.”

“Why not?”

“There actually aren’t that many good rocks to choose from, so we need to save them,” he said. “First, I want you to practice shifting your weight like you would if you were going to throw it.”

Marinette scowled. “But how am I supposed to know I’m doing it right if I’m not throwing anything?”

Adrien blushed as the solution came to him. Tentatively, he stepped forward. “Um, I could…”

A beat passed, and Marinette’s eyes widened with understanding. “Oh,” she squeaked. “Yeah, that could work.”

Nodding, Adrien skirted behind her, gently placing one hand on her shoulder and grasping her right hand with the other. “Keep your arm parallel with the surface of the water,” he murmured in her ear. “That way, when you release the stone, it follows the same trajectory.”

Marinette nodded, letting him guide her hand in a small arc before moving it across the front of her torso - once, twice, three times, their movements languid as the water of the canal. Adrien paused at the last pass, suddenly aware of the fact that she was effectively standing in his arms. He inhaled shakily, taking in the faint scent of strawberries…

Focus, you idiot, he said silently. The last thing he needed was for Marinette to realise how much her closeness was affecting him.

“So…you fence?”

Adrien exhaled, grateful for the distraction her question posed. “My childhood was very…programmed. Lots of different activities,” he said. “My father said it would build character, and my mother said it would help me learn about myself.”

“Were they right?”

“Doubtful,” Adrien admitted. “I mean, I’m grateful for the opportunities that my family gave me. Truly. But I can’t say I really know who I am, other than a disappointment to them.”

Marinette froze in his arms. “You’re wrong.”

There was a touch of defiance, almost anger, in her voice that both surprised and amused him. “Oh?” he countered. “Who would you say I am, then?”

“Well, you’re a terrible drunk,” she snipped, refusing to turn around. “And despite all those activities, you’ve led a pretty sheltered life, which is probably why you’re scared of heights and enclosed spaces. But…you’re smart. And kind. And ridiculously talented at so many things, but humble. Like, I know you speak six languages – not because you told me, but because you’ve been helping tourists get directions all day. And you’re a total physics nerd, but the way you explain it doesn’t make me feel stupid…” Marinette sighed. “You’re just…a good person. That’s who you are.”

Adrien remained silent, stunned by an assessment of his character that, for once, had nothing to do with his wealth or lineage. Although she’d known him for less than a day, Marinette seemed to understand him in ways no one else did. She seemed to see things in him that he’d never thought to see in himself. What’s more, she seemed to believe in him.

He wanted her to believe in him.

He wanted her.

And he wanted to tell her everything.

The words slipped out before he could stop them. “There’s something else you should know about me.”

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