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𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚

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summary - poor little sleeping beauty (you) has a tough day, from finding out who she really is, and falling into a deep slumber. is the prince able to awaken her?

warning - smut, somnophilia, dubcon (all my characters consent), choking, spitting kink, swearing, creampie, breeding kink, wife kink, kidnapping, cursed.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You were shocked to learn the truth, finding out you were a princess and that your real name wasn’t Briar Rose, you were told your parents had named you Y/n and that they had to send you off with the fairies because a woman named Maleficent cursed you. You had to take a few moments to collect yourself, learning that they were to take you back on your eighteenth birthday, which meant you were due to leave your home any moment now to go back to where your family supposedly lived.

As the four of you began to head off, your mind was full, thinking about your family, the curse, and the man you had met earlier that day. Oh, he was so handsome. You were saddened to hear the news that you were to be betrothed the moment you got to the castle. You didn’t want to be married off to a man you did not know. It didn’t sit right with you. Maybe if you spoke to your parents, they would understand and let you be with the man in the woods.

After the long walk, you had finally arrived at the palace, staring up at it with wide eyes, gobsmacked at the sheer size of it. The guards moved out of the way as you walked closer to the entrance, letting you in. Your blue dress that the fairies made as a birthday present clung to your body with each step. Small hands touched your arm, causing you to look down at Fauna. “We will have to leave you for a bit, my dear. We have some business to attend to before you are able to meet your parents.”

You give a soft smile. “That is alright, Fauna. I’ll be okay.” You assure them, watching as they leave. You begin to look around, admiring the artwork that litters the walls. Suddenly, a wisp of light appears in front of you. Your mind starts to go fuzzy as it pulls you into a trance, and your legs begin to follow as the light moves away from you, leading you toward a secret panel that opens when you are near. You walk up the winding staircase and into the hidden room.

Maleficent’s voice fills the room, coaxing you. “Touch the spindle! Touch it, I say!” Her command fills your ears, taking over your mind, and you have no choice but to obey. Your mind had taken over your legs, causing you to walk over to it. Your hand lifts, finger pointed, before a soft gasp escapes you when the spindle pricks your finger, causing it to bleed. You fall, eyes slipping closed into a deep slumber, not knowing of the dangers that lie ahead. Maleficent cackles as she appears over your unconscious body. “Oh, what a dumb girl.” She smirks as she spies into your mind and sees you dreaming of a man. “Hmm, if you want that man so badly, I guess I could give him to you.”

It was too late when the fairies realised what had happened. They looked at each other with wide eyes. They quickly become their former selves, allowing their wings and magic to take over and lead them to where you are. They would never have expected to be met with you, knocked out into a deep slumber with the one who cursed you standing above you in the same room. Their hearts race as Maleficent looks at the three with a deadly smirk, knowing they wouldn’t be strong enough to stop her.

“The three fairies! Flora, Fauna and…” Maleficent cocks her head to the side, “Merryweather, I’m guessing?” She waves her hand, scoffing. “Oh, well. I don’t care. I assume you came to get your girl? It is a shame. She would’ve done some good for the world.” She reaches down, running her fingers through your hair. “But, I’m willing to show the princess that the world isn’t so good and colourful. Goodbye.” With a wave of Maleficent’s hand, you and she disappear, causing the fairies to set off in a panic, frightened to tell your father, the king, the news.

Maleficent lays you on a soft bed, watching you as you sleep. “M–Maleficent, my queen. T–the prince, we found him…” She turns, raising a brow, waiting for her henchman to spit it out. “It seems he is waiting for the princess at the cabin, h–he seems impatient.”

“Hmm, that sounds perfect. Bring him to me!” She waves her hand before looking down at you. “You’re going to have so much fun, little one, and instead of true love’s kiss.” She scrunches her nose as those words leave her lips, not believing in such a thing. “Let’s make it something more… Extreme.” A dark grin appears on her face, knowing what the prince would do once he saw you. Her crow told her how the two of you got along in the woods and how the man couldn’t stop staring at your soft breasts and plump arse.

Ransom struggled against the henchmen, growling and swearing as they dragged him along. “Get your filthy paws off me! I’ll kill you for touching me! Don’t you know who I am!” The henchmen just shrug and huff, not caring. One of them grabs a cloth and stuffs it into the young prince’s mouth, wanting some quiet. They finally make it up to the room you are held in, throwing Ransom inside.

“Ah, finally.” Maleficent walks over, tilting his head up with her finger underneath his chin. “Hmm, you are quite handsome.” Her eyes drag across his face, getting what you see in him. Ransom’s brows furrow, unable to speak with the cloth in his mouth, his eyes fall upon your sleeping form, and he begins to wonder what the hell is happening. “But, you are not for me… Princess Y/n continues to think of you, and as you can see, she is currently in a deep slumber.” Maleficent leans closer to his ear, whispering. “Why don’t you find a way to wake her up.” She cackles as she straightens and waves her hand, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

His binds and cloth disappearing along with her, Ransom grumbles, shaking his head. “Fucking witches.” He stands, brushing off his clothes, and his head lifts as he peers at you, eyes drifting down your body. “Huh, so you’re the princess I’m meant to marry.” He walks close, tapping the blanket with the tip of his fingers. “I was ready to fuck you as a mere peasant girl, but knowing that you are much more, it’s so much better.”

It’s as though your body knows he is near. Your nipples harden and slick gathers between your thighs, your dreams turning sexual and dirty. You shift in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper as you dream of the handsome man in the woods, bending you over the log and thrusting into your tight cunt.

Ransom smirks as he watches you squirm. His cock hardens when he hears soft whimpers escape you. “Fuck, sweetheart. You sound so good, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strips from his clothes, sighing as his cock springs free from his slacks, no longer feeling tight and suffocated. Ransom pulls the blanket away from your body, his cock twitching when his gaze lands on your dress, wondering if it could get any tighter. He slowly gets onto the bed and crawls on top of you, lifting your dress higher as he moves up your body. “So beautiful, and all mine.” He pampers you with kisses, kissing up your body until he reaches your face.

Ransom groans when his leaking member connects with your bare cunt, and he grips his thick base, rubbing his swollen tip through your sopping folds. “Jesus, you’re so wet, sweetheart. What or who is making you so wet?” He raises his brow in jealousy, wondering who you could be dreaming of when he is here for you. “You know what? If you’re going to be a little slut in your dreams. Then I’m going to treat you like one.” Ransom growls, sick of competing with someone else when you should only be focused on him. He aligns his mushroom tip with your tight hole before thrusting in. His eyes close as he grunts, never having felt someone like you before.

Sweet moans pass your lips, dreaming of the handsome man in the woods gently lying you onto a blanket on the ground, pressing his hips into yours as he buries himself deeply into you, making love to you, marking your skin with his hands and lips. Your back arches in your dreams, arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back.

Ransom moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You’re sweet walls are fluttering around me like crazy.” He buries his face into your neck, peppering kisses along your skin and thrusting harder and faster into your sweet honey pot. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Getting lost in how good you feel around his member, he hastily grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips before gripping them, giving him leverage. “When you wake, I’ll continue to fuck you. I’ll fuck you every day, even after you become my wife. I’ll pump you full every single day and night. You won’t think of looking at another man when you have me.”

He nuzzles closer to you, pounding harder as he kisses your cheek, moving closer to your lips, his eyes slipping closed, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. “You’re mine, my sweet Y/n. All mine.” The moment his lips connect with yours, magic explodes around the two of you. Your eyes fly open, arms wrapping around him and your back arches. Ransom smirks, tilting his head back as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. “Ah, my sweet little sleeping beauty is finally awake. Do you feel that, sweetheart? Do you feel me inside you? Fucking into you, claiming you?” He fucks into you deeper, hitting against the hidden spot inside you. Ransom cups your cheek, glaring down at you with lust-filled eyes. His thumb lands on your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. “You’re mine, understood?”

You whimper, feeling yourself throb around his cock, never having experienced pleasure like this before. Your mind is cloudy, being pulled from your dream to see it come true with the man you’ve fallen for. You claw at his back, digging your nails into his soft flesh. “O–oh, it feels so good, my prince!” You scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to pound into that spot, allowing Ransom to spit directly into your mouth, smirking as you immediately swallow.

Ransom moves his hand between you, rubbing and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. Enjoying the feeling of you squeezing his thick cock, he continues to pound into you, the hand that cups your cheek, moves to your throat and squeezes. “You’re going to cum for me, sleeping beauty, and then. I will pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you for months.” Your sweet moans fill the room, walls tighten around Ransom, your back arches, and you cum, your juices squirt out of you, covering everything. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

He captures your lips with his, thrusting harder and deeper until his cock twitches and his eyes slip closed. Ransom groans when his end approaches, burying himself deep inside you and emptying thick spurts of cum, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. He begins kissing down, resting on your neck, leaving soft kisses in his path. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Ransom lifts his head and stares deeply into your eyes, his softening cock still deep inside you, blocking his cum from leaking out. “You’re now mine forever.”

You hum, feeling your eyes begin to droop again. You would later learn not to fall in love with the first handsome man you laid your eyes upon.

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 1 year

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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 & 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈

Chapter III

Warnings: Language, Adult Themes, War, Fantasy Tropes Summary: Two kingdoms on the urge of bringing peace between their lands. A benevolent princess who finds music as a fun hobby and invests herself in books. And a belligerent prince who takes whatever he claims his and will soon be crowned for king. Relationship: Prince!Ransom/Princess!Reader

Prologue Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III

Huge thanks to @captain-a-rogerss to the edit of Prince!Ransom. Give her some love as always!

I don’t consent to have my work hosted on any second party, app, or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but tumblr, it’s been reposted without my permission.

Author’s Note: Sorry for delay, I wanted to make this chapter extra special and I also had to gather information I forgot after a year so the plot and character don’t ruin themselves by my absence

The rest of the night felt like a total nightmare. The Thrombey’s and Drysdale’s completely forgot about the recent comments that you spoke lastly. You were lucky for most of the parts that they never mentioned anything else about you, but the feeling of having Linda’s son sending you a death look. Not a single second made you think less of him. You were considered a better Royal than him.

Without a significant other, you could handle a kingdom on your own.

Perhaps you didn’t want to take your father’s throne. If James was able to skip his coronation, could you do the same? Skip the princes and do something better than just sit on the chair and hear about the village's life problems when you could do something huge outside your home. Build homes for those who sit out in the cold.

Royals always thought less for the poor. If Ransom couldn’t help, you were the generation to do it yourself. He would just have to stay out of your way.

You hear a faint knock on your door and the door creaks open. “Good morning, Y/N,” Brodie says, you turn away from your window, wearing your silky blue gown, giving your dear friend a smile. “Good morning, Brodie. What’s the occasion?”

She grins, “Your mother has insisted on having you downstairs. She would like to speak with you.” You fully turned and nodded. You were the first to leave your room, Brodie following behind. If your mother speaks about dinner last night, you would have to reason with her. And you know how much she loved the family. You felt like you were the bad person in the room when they came. But the real answer was the family.

Even your town was afraid of them.

Your mother never knew about the incident of punching Ransom. If you did, she may lock you up in a tower. Your father had kept the incident from her because he knew her more than you did. She didn’t know the full reason why he sent you to that Manor. Your mother only agreed to it with no questions. You could hear your mother chatting to one of the maids as she sat at the long table.

“Morning, Ma cherie. Je vous en prie, asseyez-vous,” Your mother says, you listen and take a seat right next to her. Her gentle eyes scanning the letter, she hums, “How was your ball, yesterday?” You peer up at her, finally grinning. “It was wonderful. I’m sure Angelica would have one for her sixteenth?”

Your mother nods, “Yes, of course. We would’ve done that for yours, but sadly your father sent you off to that manor,” She shook her head while you drew your eyes away, sheepishly. “Also, your father and I were talking about your betrothal. I’m sure that’ll come in a few months, don’t you think, ma cherie-?”

You reach for your face and sighed, “Mother, please, can we-” Her hand lifts up to stop you mid-sentence, “Ah-ah. Miss Brodie, darling, can you excuse us for a moment?” She asks. Brodie’s face beams up, bowing her head, “Yes, Your Grace.” Seconds later, you’re left with your mother in the large room. She taps your forearm, “Don’t touch your face, darling. Hands down.” You sigh, turning to her. “I can’t do marriage. I’m not ready-”

“Och. Darling, your brother was to be crowned 10 years ago and he chose to be with a poor lovely woman, your sister wants to be the fairest of them all and you… you don’t want this?”

“What I don’t want is having to submit to someone. Yes, I wanted to be queen alone, but I found something else-” You drop your shoulders, helplessly, taking your mother’s hand in yours to have her understand. It only made her shake her head, “This is what has to happen.” You lowered your head and shook it.

You hear your mother click her tongue, taking your chin, “The only reason we do this...is to have those who we trust to take our place. And you can’t do that alone. No one could,” She lifts your chin up to look up at her. She grins, “We’ll talk more later on. Go on.” You lifted yourself from your seat and left the room. You figured Brodie was somewhere else, so you headed to the stables just outside. Slowly meeting up with your shire horse, Oliver.

“Morning, Oliver,” You say, rubbing your hand down your horse’s back. Oliver sputters towards you as you add the saddle and situated it before getting on. You pat her side, “Let’s go down the river for a bit, okay?” You take the shank in hand and gently guide yourself down the small trail. Your horse takes you down the trail through the woods with flowers and bright green grass.

So much hadn’t changed since, the creek you remembered when you skipped rocks and dropped flowers, watching them glide down the ripples.

The amount of bunnies you had in the forest. Your mother gave you a pet bunny once. You weren’t sure how the poor thing got away. Your horse sputters softly and you hear rustling in the brush. Your horse comes to a stop for you to look around. The sound of galloping horses filled your ears and people were shouting.

Your horse lifts up its front hooves causing you to scream in fright as three men are chasing a couple deer down the trails. You couldn’t help but scowl. “Excuse me!” You call out, one of them comes to a stop while the other two continue to chase the deer. “Yes, milady?” He asked, his familiar uniform gave you the hint of a guard.

The similar Lion button was on the front of his horse's chest and his sword was gold and the handle was a leather brown for grip. You hear another pair of horse’s hooves. “Head on, Francis. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”

“No, Your Highness,” You hear him say, turning his horse’s head to hunt down the deer. You turn and see Ransom on his dark horse. He ogled yours with disgust, “You know they do have smaller horses for your size. There’s no need to show your pride with that.” You roll your eyes and your horses circled around on the trail. “You know you’re hunting,” You say.

Ransom looks out to the forest and nods, smugly, “Yeah, it’s the season. I have a bigger family than yours, so I’m in charge of hunting.”

You scoff with a grin, “I know you wouldn’t hunt just for food. For your family, you’d call it a sport.” Ransom chuckles at that, lowering his head, looking at the back of his horse’s neck. The ways Ransom had when it comes to hunting, you’ve seen him do it in person. He disgusted you in a way. “And you’re on my land, I suggest you leave.”

Ransom lifts his head up, “Your land?” He asks, “Pardon me, but I don’t think after a day of being welcomed back, you don’t get to command another Royal to leave when you don’t have the upper crown.” You lifted a brow up, cockily, “Ask your men for their sword, I’ll show you.” Ransom’s gaze seemed to darken the second you said that. It didn’t change yours either. Your horses’ continue to circle and you look over to the field.

“My grandfather always told me how much you beat him at Go. He said you had a lot of strategy. Takes years to master.”

“Why, didn’t you?” You asked, chin lifted up like you had the upper hand of being the tougher one here. Ransom halts his horse and so does yours. Your horses’ noses pointing opposite directions, you and Ransom made eye contact. His dark grin grew, “Even if I told you, I wouldn’t try it with you.”

“I know that’s your way of knowing I would beat you,” You replied. Ransom wasn’t always good at anything he did with you. Except that when you two first had your duel, he only became more of an imbecile. Translation: An Asshole. That day, returning after your incident with Ransom who’s probably feeding his family with Blood Elk they find in the Evergreen Mountain. Blood Elks are the rarest animals in the mountain, their red antlers are wide and tough that stories were told to scare children from running up there.

Your father was a hunter when he was young, there was never a time where he didn’t have a hunting story to tell. The time he got bit by one of the most strongest bears in the country or the time he shot an arrow at an eagle flying in the sky. He initially taught your brother, James to hunt and eventually James learned how to skin animals and turn them into rugs or just even small things. James had a weird little thing for the anatomy of animals that he became very smart and learned the anatomy of humans, knowing the weak spots and fatal parts of the body. That’s why he joined a sport down in town facing mercenaries or other men who challenge on a horse and a spear. Jousting was his favorite hobby of all and he won every championship. Training his way into this championship in Winter, he is always out in the fields taking down sandbags in armor off a friendly horse chasing towards him while an instructor assists.

“Darling.”

“Yes, mother?” You asked.

Your mother lifts her head up and smiles, “You're going down to the library in town, are you?” You look down at the book in your hands and close the book, knowing you could read another book. “I might.” Your mother puts her hands on her lap, “I wanted you to go talk to the florist, Miss Nora, she has these flowers from the Spain land, Chocolate Cosmos, so beautiful. You should grab some on your way back.” You then thought now you had to go, you can never refuse a Queen’s request. “Of course— AH!” A large thud hits the table and you look up to see a dead deer. You stand up, startled before you collapse into the arms of the same man you met, the boy’s face drowns with worry. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” You glance at the deer and turn away disgusted that the deer's mouth was open not to your liking.

Ransom peered over the boy’s shoulder and grabbed him, “Let her go,” He growled at his Gillie and the boy helped you back on your feet and let go of you. Your mother and father were more impressed than uncomfortable. Ransom switches his tone, “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”

“Ransom, I didn’t know you were still in the Kingdom,” Your mother says, your father grins and raises his palm. “I allowed him to do a little hunting for my men. They’re so slow when it comes to hunting deer,” Your father scoffed. You gag and the *Gillie boy turns to you. “Well, thank you, Ransom, this is the nicest thing you could do for us. Should we offer you a room? You look tired.” You shake your head, holding your hand to your mouth. “No, thank you, I have somewhere else to go for the evening.” Your father waves him off, “Thank you, Ransom, you’re welcome to take the deer to our butcher, he shall butcher it for dinner tonight.” Ransom bows a couple inches and turns. *Gillie or ghillie is an ancient Gaelic term for a person who acts as a servant or attendant on a fishing, hunting.

The Gillie boy mutters to you, “You alright?”

“I’m okay–”

“Ben!” Ransom shouts, the boy flinches and gently rubs your shoulder before picking up the deer and struggles to carry it behind Ransom to the Butcher. You looked towards your parents and saw yourself out the door. You had your gown in your fists, angrily making your way through the hall. You hear large footsteps behind and you gasp the second you’re pushed against the wall. Ransom towers over you and grabs your chin with his thumb. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see your face.”

“What do you mean,” You grit, trying to pull away from him. Ransom grins and looks down at your gown. “All these colors aren’t going to cover up your secrets, Y/N.” His blue eyes look deep into yours. “What are you?” He asked, your eyes glare at him, bringing up the similar voice into your head when you were little.

“What. Are. You?”

You don’t answer that and it makes him smirk, “The thing about deer is that their hearts aren’t close to their chest, it’s more halfway down above their stomach and below their lungs…” Ransom puts his finger on your stomach but you could barely feel it through your corset. “You either take the arrow and fire there–” He gently jabs your stomach, “–Or you take the arrow and strike it to the neck of its arteries.” He points to your neck and lightly pokes it. Stepping away, he smirks and watches you leave, lifting your gown to remove yourself from that hall. Ransom grins and turns down the other way.

The next day, Brodie got you ready in a relaxed gown to go out into town, and two soldiers chaperoned you to the library on your father’s behalf. Brodie tagged along to help you find the flowers when you stop at the florist. If you were to throw yourself off a course of task, it’s a rule that your parents should know you went to another place. Which you wanted to visit the bakery. You skipped the library causing Brodie and the soldiers to stop, “Your Majesty, the library.”

You wave your hand, “I know, I want to do the florist first.” Brodie sighs and follows along with the soldiers who held their swords hilts in their sheaths. You could barely see their eyes but you can tell their lower faces were a curiosity of how handsome their faces were. You walked up to the small flower shop and saw an old woman fixing some flowers on the display. “Miss Nora.”

“Ah, Your Majesty,” She grins, “I know what you’re here for, the Queen asked for a couple dozen of Chocolate Cosmos, my son, Frances traveled to Spain and found these. I always thought your mother was more fond of blue but she has a unique taste.” You chuckled and paid the woman a couple coins, she was in complete awe. “Your Majesty, I can’t–”

“It’s between us,” You winked, the currency you owned was one of the richest gold. Carved in the coin was one of the first Kings of Saphir. The old lady thanked you so kindly, bowing and blessing you with a couple more flowers. Brodie helped you carry some of the flowers gathered in a basket and you made your way over to the library. The castle had a library of its own but there was more of history than there was of nonfiction. You learned to read French by your mother and there were common French books to read, especially Latin. Latin and French are not very distinct from each other but you wanted to learn Latin and many more languages.

“This book, here… Romeo–”

“Read that, already,” You spoke, searching through the books. Brodie steps over to another spine of a book. “Spy of the Stars?” Brodie asked, you looked over and shook your head. “Oh!” You peep, reaching into the shelf to pull out a book with a lack of writing and over worn. “Game Without Glory.” You began to read the first chapter and you began to feel already pulled into it. You and Brodie walk out with a couple other books and the soldiers stiffen themselves up when you turn to them, “Bakery, next.”

“Your Highness, we were ordered to take you back after your visit with the florist and library–”

You sigh and begin to walk towards the Bakery, “I’ll be quick, besides, I think my father would enjoy a tarte framboise.” Brodie tags along and without argument the soldiers follow beside her. The welcoming sign of the Bakery and the smell of French bread and sourdough filled the air when you walked in. “Stop eating those, they’re not for you! You’re lucky I’m making extra.”

“So I can have some–”

“Stop it, James!” The red haired young girl slapped the hand of the Prince. “Are you harassing her in her own bakery?” James turns still leaned on the counter with a grin. “Of course I am not! I’m just eating her delicious tart…” He slips another tart into his mouth slowly. Quinn rolls her eyes and pulls the pan of tarts away from him. James lifts himself off the counter and turns around, “What are you doing out here?” He notices the soldiers outside of the Bakery. “Ah, mom.”

“She wanted me to stop for some flowers but I wanted to stop for something nice.”

Quinn comes back out and brushes off her gown, “Would you like to take a couple rolls I made? It’s a new recipe I made.” You beam at her with delight, “Of course, I would love to try some!” Quinn smiles and leaves to go grab the basket. “Would you like me to take you back?” James asked, “I don’t like that they’re sending you off with soldiers everyday."

All you could ever do was smile, "I don’t mind them, they’re like friends.” James gives you a blank look and then nods, “Alright, then. Be safe back home.” Quinn came back with a basket of rolls and added some fruits on the side. “Oh, this is wonderful, Quinn, thank you so much.” Quinn grins and bows a little bit. “Of course, I hope you’ll like them and your parents, too.”

You chuckle, “I hope not, I don’t want my father to make you into our bakery or something.” Quinn laughs and lightly touches James' shoulder. “I wouldn’t let him,” James added. Brodie picks up the basket of rolls and you sigh, “Alright I’m off, thank you again. I’ll see you another day!”

“Bye, Y/N!”

When you walk out, the soldiers close in to your side as you step down the stairs. On the way back was a chatty walk, you and Brodie were making plans for the day to check on your horse and as well the garden. When you got home, a maid rushed her way down the stairs, almost out of fear. “Your Highness!” She calls, she stops in front of you and bows. “The King has requested to see you immediately.” You asked Brodie and the maid to take care of the baskets and made your way to the Great Hall where your father and mother sat at, they were talking to a woman in a red dress and another man standing beside her and a smaller one just a few inches shorter beside them with his hand behind his back and the other in front of him.

You slowly walk up, brushing your hair off your face and fixing your dress. “Ma cherie,” Your mother touches your father’s hand and he looks. “Ah, look who showed up.”

“Hello, father.”

“You’ve met the Royals of Romania?” You turn and notice the similar faces from your ball, including their handsome son named Rafael. His mother grins, “We’ve been allies for many generations and I’ve come to an agreement that something should be requested and decided before next fall.”

Your father slightly leans to the side, “That’s a long wait, you sure you don’t want a decision immediately?” The Queen steps up once, “I know after the princess’ return every princess is jealous and every prince wants to take her hand and bear their child but I’m letting–” She glances at you, “–the princess decide what she wants.” You picked at your hands and saw Rafael glance at you with a small grin. “Very well–” Your father said, “I will give you a letter if there has been any changes or requests for this matter. There’s no other Royal Family I will allow my daughter to marry, but it is her decision.” You wanted to say no, but you were worried about the consequences of the arranged marriage.

You don’t want to get married. Being sent off to a manor that is filled with more women you can imagine that are put through to behave and learn the way of how women should act. But it was different. You got the reality that there can be a change. You hate men. How disgusting and horrible they are, but there was a source of hope that one could come. But you don’t know if Rafael or Samuels are one of those men.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” The Queen bows, “Bringing our Kingdoms together can break the ideal of war between the others.” The King nods and waves them off, the King and Queen of Romania leave but the son stays and turns to you. He takes your hand gently by giving you a look of consent and you allow him to take your hand and kiss your knuckles softly, still looking into your eyes with gleam. “Do think about it,” His accent was so smooth it had you struck with thought when he walked away with his parents. Your father’s strong gaze ripped you out of the trance.

“Father, I don’t know if you’ve heard but I don’t want to get–”

“I know you don’t want to, but this is the choice of life or death,” He stands up, “I don’t know if you’ve heard recently there’s a Royal who’s trying to get the throne. They call him the Royal of War. His whole Kingdom was destroyed into ruins by every Kingdom because their generations are considered the weak Royals, but now his last generation is him and he will do anything to get to us.”

You realize, now. Marrying can stop war, your biggest fear was being in a war. The blood and the dead bodies have been haunting you ever since you heard stories about the Saphir Wars many decades ago. Your ideal of a world was peace. You didn’t argue back and nod once with a bow. “I’ll think about it.” Your father nods with great content and waves you off.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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「 series collection 」

so you wanna read something with multiple parts? well, you've come to the right place. here are all of the series I've written all accumulated in one neat place topped off with a nice bow and everything

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sunflower

spencer reid x neighbour!painter!reader, follows seasons 9-10

chamomile

spencer reid x bau!reader, follows season 6

daisy

steve harrington x private school!reader, very slutty stuff

plum

joel miller x former firefly!reader, very dark and angsty

fused with the foe

king!steve rogers x princess!reader, original fantasy world, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

the wistful wyvern

knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, original fantasy world, ex-friends to lovers, forced proximity (COMING SOON!)

soot and sparks

blacksmith!peter parker x farmer!reader, original fantasy world, friends to lovers (COMING SOON!)

lilac

lumberjack!frank castle x reader, the wholesomeness of running an inn in a tiny rural town

buttercup

matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery

mini series

snowdrop

spencer reid x gideon!daughter!reader, pre season one + end of season 2

thistle

prince!james potter x servant!reader, set in the beginning of the 1920s

evergreen university

reader x various CEvans characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), slutty murder mystery

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 1

Summary: Ransom only wanted what his brother couldn’t have

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: forced marriage, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.6K

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“Mother!” Andy’s eyes already roll, as he stands up from kneeling in front of his parents. His baby brother rudely screams through the castle as he demands attention. They had made him that way. Andy had the responsibility of taking over the kingdom of Pomona, while Ransom became a spoiled brat.

“Moth-er!” He couldn’t wait until he was in the throne room before his voice screeched out his newest disapproval over something silly. Andy was treated as an apprentice to the throne, while his brother was the sniveling child. “Mother!”

“My god, does he have to scream throughout the palace?” Andy groans, looking at his mother who was the biggest culprit for Ransom’s behavior.

“He’s young, Andrew.”

“He’s thirty-three,” Andy speaks through his teeth. A low growl emits from his throat when he hears the door swing open quickly, and his lousy brother walks through.

“Mother! Why is he getting a ball?” Ransom’s finger presses hard into Andy’s arm, and he slings Ransom off of him. “I deserve a ball, too. This isn’t fair.”

“Andy needs to pick a wife. She will be the future queen of this kingdom. It is important for him to choose wisely,” even his father was growing weary of Ransom. The King settles a bit lower into his throne, wishing Ransom could change his ways.

“Darling, you are getting a ball,” Andy and the king look at the queen, both sighing. “Andrew’s must come first. You understand don’t you, baby?” when Andy gruffs at the ridiculousness of it all, his mother turns to glare at him. “However, there is a neighboring kingdom, Melora, that has a daughter that will become their queen.”

“So she would outrank me?” Andy swears his brother stomps a foot at their mother. “No. I demand my own ball, and I will get one. She may not be queen, but I will not be under a woman. It’s unheard of. It’s my birthright to…”

“Always stay a prince,” Andy grunts before walking away. This too would be something he’ll have to clean up after his brother. He should have taken the chance to become a king, even if he was never to be The King.

Ransom eyes the crowd, already annoyed at the lack of maidens left. There were more girls at Andy’s ball, and he still didn’t choose a wife. He was destined to be alone, because he needed a strong woman. Needed someone to be his equal. Ransom wanted to rule, and there was not a meek woman here. They were all so…opinionated. They wanted to climb the social ladder, and why not use Ransom to become one the princesses of Pomona.

Their heads held high as they danced and pranced around in front of him. Pathetic. He needed someone beneath him. Someone who would treat him like the royalty he was. “Mother,” he leans over his mother’s throne, getting a side eyed glance from his father. “I don’t want women of this stature.”

“What do you mean, son?” Her delicate hand touches softly to his, just as delicate and pristine. Never had done any hard work. Never adorned a soldier’s armor. “Ransom, I don't understand.”

“I’m going to bed. I’m going to visit the kingdom. I want someone who lives in a cottage. Someone who knows that she is marrying up.”

“Son, that’s unheard of.”

“Someone that will gravel at my feet should I ask. Someone like Andy’s ferrier. Doesn’t he have a daughter? I believe his horse needs to have new shoes. Maybe I should go with my dear brother to see why he always visits him,” with a yawn he walks out of the ball. His father clenches his fist tightly at his spoiled son. Thankfully he had Andy.

You gather a bit of oats, walking over to your favorite horse, Walter, giving him a treat. Petting along his velvet nose, and giving him kisses along his smooth coat. Your father’s eyes look out into the distance as he spies the royal caravan approaching. “Daughter, get inside. Keep quiet, lest they discover your whereabouts,” this time it was different. It wasn’t just Prince Andy.

There were Andy’s colors, but a smaller group was with him. The regal prince jumps off his horse, and with a few clicks of his tongue, leads her over to your father, “She’s a bit down, sir. It’s time.”

“You always take such good care of your animals. How a man treats his animals is a good indication on how he treats others, Your Highness,” Andy shakes his head quickly, holding his hands up. “Sire, that is proper. I must address you like a subject.”

“Of course you should,” the royal brat. Ransom jumps off his own horse, with no regard to his well being. “I’m thirsty.”

“He is busy,” Andy growls back at his brother. He’s not even sure why he came along. His eyes search over the property, lingering at one of the windows. “Make yourself useful.”

“Hmm, I’m good. Do you mind if I step inside? I am quite thirsty,” Ransom responds. Andy shakes his head no, but your father gestures to the front door, “I’ll fetch my own water,” your father starts to speak, but decides against it. While Andy might not mind him speaking frankly, he gets the feeling that Ransom would throw a tantrum, demanding his death.

You start panicking. He spotted you. Andy typically came alone, save a few guards. This one was new, but you had heard of him. You spent most of the time that Andy was there looking at him through the window, before you were tasked at tending to his horse, and then to the future king. Feeding him, and giving him water before he followed you out to the barn. But now there was someone new. Untrustworthy. The cottage was quaint, with very little hiding spots.

You watch horrified as the handle turns down, and turn around to put your back to him. “What have we here?” Ransom asks with a smirk. The door already closing, as he walks closer behind you. “What is your name?”

You hesitantly give him your name, as he slowly walks behind you. His hand rests on the small of your back, and you lurch away, finally getting to see his face. “Oh,” he favored Andy in many ways. Not the pure kindness of Andy, but that was a dream that you would never see happen.

“Is something wrong, My Lady?” your eyes cast to the soup that’s cooking, needing to look away from him. You were no lady of his stature. Just a simpleton, but the way those dark blue eyes bore into your soul, it makes you twitch around. “Are you married to the ferrier?”

“He’s my father,” you squeak out, taking another glance at Ransom. You had barely heard ramblings about the younger prince. He didn’t have the responsibility looming over his head like Andy, so he never visited the kingdom.

“Really? Has he kept you locked away all this time? You’re of marrying age, am I correct?” Nodding your head, you look back out to Andy, and then return to Ransom. There was an uncomfortableness that radiated from him, and still you were curious. “Hmm,” Ransom looks out the dingy window, seeing his brother right in your eyesight.

He wondered if there was a reason that Andy chose this particular ferrier. Why did he come out a bit further for a man that wasn’t even in the city limits? Surely, there was more to coming here so often than having good horse shoes. And then he catches his brother looking into the cottage a bit directly at you. “Have you ever dreamed of becoming a princess?”

“Doesn’t every girl?”

“It’s settled then,” he walks quickly outside, snapping his fingers. “I have found her,” he doesn’t miss Andy’s footsteps walking closer to the house. His eyes worriedly look towards the cottage. Finally something that Andy wanted, but he couldn’t have. And if Andy wanted you, you were good enough for Ransom.

“Gather her up. I have found my future wife.”

“What?” You and Andy both demand at the same time. Your eyes start to well with tears at the realization of what was happening.

“Brother, you can’t be serious. She’s,” Andy bites his lip, trying to find you, needing to apologize before he says another word, “She’s a commoner. You’re a prince.”

“You’ve made it perfectly clear that I will never be king. It isn’t important who I marry. It’s important who you marry. I wager she doesn’t have much to gather. Load her up.”

“My horse,” you say quietly. “I have a horse. I can’t leave Walter. But my father needs him for the garden.”

“I’ll buy you another horse, if you can’t make a decision. I shall see you at the palace. I’ll get a room ready for you. You’ll have to stay there until we’re married. You understand, right?” Ransom leaves quickly, and you run to the door, finally seeing Andy’s eyes. You can’t allow yourself to think that he’s just as hurt by this moment as you are. Ransom was not your Prince Charming, and Andy could never be yours.

“Father?”

“I told you to stay hidden. And I told you not to bring him,” he points at Andy. “We had a deal.”

You pick at your new dress, sitting in the small room. A room fit for a servant. In the basement, and far away from your future husband. A husband that you didn’t choose, nor did you want him. It was cruel. Inhumane. And you detested Ransom more everyday. Only allowing you to walk about the grounds accompanied by your ladies in waiting.

Oh, but if Andy was around, Ransom couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You hated him. And hated it here.

You stand up quickly when the door opens, assuming it to be another lady, but are surprised to see that it is Ransom instead. “You know,” he begins walking over to your bed. It was improper for him to be in here with you alone, and it worried you. “I realize that you don’t have a dowry.”

“You knew where I came from, Your Highness,” always with that title. Ransom was a prince, and he wanted everyone to know about it.

“You see, it’s not quite fair to me.”

“I don’t understand. You’re a prince. This kingdom…it’s yours.”

“Well, it’s my parents, and then the future king’s. Not mine. You see the predicament I’m in? I had hoped to put a smaller castle on the outskirts of our kingdom. Possibly Andy gives me a small part of the kingdom to make one of my own,” he rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact it would be smaller, “But with no dowry, it doesn’t seem fair. I’m sure that you see this room and wonder what kind of a cruel man that I am. But I’m not cruel. I have a job for you that will make us very very rich.”

You move backwards from him, not sure exactly what he was proposing. “Did you know your father bragged to my brother that while you were but common maiden, you could spin straw into gold?”

“No, I…”

“So, since that is possible, that door,” he points over to a small door. Walking over to it, and turning back to smile at you. “This door will lead you to the answer to our problems. Don’t disappoint me,” he says before leaving you. You had heard rumors of what Ransom did when he was not with you. Not at all what an engaged man should be doing.

Your father got you into this mess. Thinking that all Andy needed was a promise, even if it was a lie. He had seen the lingering glances that you and Andy had made. Love was never enough for royals, you needed to add to their wealth, or there was no chance. Opening the door, you start sobbing. A room full of straw and a spinning wheel in the center.

“I can’t do this,” turning back around to flee, the door slams shut, and another man appears before you. “You’ve come to kill me, haven’t you?”

He walks closer to you, shaking his head. “He’s selling me isn’t he?”

“No, Your Grace. He knows not of my whereabouts. I have come to help you.”

“Unless you can spin straw into gold…”

“And I can. Where do you think your filthy lying father got the idea? Why do you think you have never met your mother? I make deals you see? I will do this for you, but what will you do for me? Choose your words very carefully.”

Your fingers twitch on your dress, looking around the room as you swallow bile. There was no way out for you. If you didn’t make this happen, you would die. If you did make this happen, you would be in his debt. “What do you desire?”

“A child. Your first born.”

“If you do this, and I don’t die. I will gift you with mine and Ransom’s first child.”

He nods his head, grabbing a handful of straw as he sits down on the spinning wheel. Beautiful strands of gold replace the straw as he starts to work. The tiniest of gleaming golden thread. “The Princess of the Golden Castle. Golden things usually get you in trouble,” he says flinching. Reaching behind him, you see him scratch his back awkwardly.

“Are you an angel?”

“A demon now, I suppose. Was once a faerie.”

Something inside of you was telling you to keep him talking. Find out what you can about the mysterious demon faerie. “What’s your name, kind sir.”

He looks up at you with the tiniest bit of kindness shining in his eyes. This wasn’t about making a deal. It was about finding a friend. He hadn’t had one in so long. Was tasked to protect the forest, but made one wrong move. His body twitches around, and he tries to fight the evil growing inside of him. “Call me Lance.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Lance.”

“Not kindness,” his eyes blink closed harshly. “This is a deal.”

“You didn’t have to offer it to me,” he happens to glance towards you one more time, there was no malice or trickery in your face. You weren’t trying to get one over on him, you were being serious.

“You’re welcome.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“It was harder than you think.”

“Could I learn to do this?” Lance shrugs his shoulders, continuing to make mountains of golden thread. “A golden castle, huh? So do you read Ransom’s mind, or do you listen in on his conversations?”

“Both.”

“He would kill me, wouldn’t he?” Lance nods his head. “What of my horse, Walter?”

“Turned him out. He was just a simple work horse. Should you be successful, you will ride one of his, black as night. That’s how they tell the difference between him and Andy. Andy’s horses are white, while Ransom’s are black.”

“Like the color of his soul,” he gives you a sad smile, you were smarter than Ransom gave you credit for.

“You would marry Ransom even though you love another?” no one had ever called you out on this notion. Your feelings towards Andy were kept a secret. No one usually came with Andy when he visited.

“I don’t have a choice.”

“You would have children with a man you don’t love.”

“My first born with Ransom belongs to you. It won’t matter.”

“You surprise me, Aurelia,” gathering up a bit more straw, you were showing him kindness that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Helping him, a demon of the forest. He believed kindness was all but gone now. You were special.

“Aurelia?”

“It means golden,” with a smile that makes Lance’s eyes glow, he goes back to his task. Hoping that this would be enough to make Ransom happy. You deserved it.

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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Here we go again lads! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

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Nothing burns like the cold by @suitk0via

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Only me and my love by @christywantspizza

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My sunshine by @marvel-3407

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Lulu’s Multi-Fandom Winter Bingo

❄❄❄ I couldn’t find any Winter Bingo this year, so I decided to create my own. ❄❄❄

If you want to use the card too, feel free to use it for any fandom.

You can also tag my main blog @holylulusworld and use the tag #LulusWINTERBingo2022 if you want me to reblog your stories of any fandom.

If not, just have fun with the card.

Please respect my bounderies. I do not read: incest, Wincest, non-con, underaged smut, toilet stuff, water sports, fisting, extreme BDSM, torture, age play, pet play.

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Please be aware none of the stories are available yet.

Square 1: I never was (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Getting back together

Square 2: A Christmas dream (Ackles’ characters x fem!Reader): Naughty Holidays

Square 3: Christmas on the run (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader): Snowed in

Square 4: Dishonored (Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader; Lord Barnes x Princess!Reader): Winter

Square 5: TBA (??? x Reader): Love

Square 6: TBA (??? x Reader): Grumpy person

Square 7: TBA (??? x Reader): Winter Wonderland

Square 8: TBA (??? x Reader): Building a snowman

Square 9: Her secret Santa (Tony Stark x Reader): Angst

Square 10: Wrapped (Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader): Fluff

Square 11: TBA (??? x Reader): First snow

Square 12: Cabin of love (2) - A short ride (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Reader): Cabin

Square 13: Stumble (Bucky Barnes x Reader): Free Space

Square 14: TBA (??? x Reader): Fireplace

Square 15: TBA (??? x Reader): Cozy

Square 16: Christmas Sweater (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader): Sweater

Square 17: TBA (??? x Reader): Candles

Square 18: TBA (??? x Reader): Breakup

Square 19: TBA (??? x Reader): Faking it

Square 20: Big grump (Dean Winchester x Reader): Love confessions

Square 21: TBA (??? x Reader): Cooking together

Square 22: TBA (??? x Reader): Only one bed

Square 23: TBA (??? x Reader): Lonely on New Year's Eve

Square 24: TBA (??? x Reader): Adopting a pet

Square 25: TBA (??? x Reader): Car breaks down

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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The Second Choice

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x mermaid!Reader (A Spin on The Little Mermaid #3)

Summary: As the rebellious Princess of the Mers, you wanted the best of both worlds. You chose to live your life with endless adventures on land while still being able to fulfill your duties to the crown. Ransom just happens to feature in many of your adventures.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT. so much adult language, cocky Ransom, unprotected semi-public fucking in human form, anal, degradation, praise, squirting, overstimulation, spanking, choking, ANGST, dubcon breeding, unprotected monster fucking, FLUFF, soft boy Ransom

Word Count: 8.1k (One Shot)

A/N: I did not expect this to turn out this way. I set out to write something completely different for Ransom but here we are. Enjoy! You don't need to read the first two, but it is recommended so that you can have a more wholistic experience with the lore and how they all connect together.

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Autumn has to be your favorite season and you prefer to spend it on land. There was nothing like laying down on a beach lounger with the cool salty ocean breeze blowing wrapped in a knitted sweater and sipping on a hot drink. You sighed happily as you sank down further on your lounger, stretching your legs out and wiggling your toes. Your short skirt blew with the wind and tickled your thighs as you stared fondly at the crashing waves of your private beach property in Malibu. You mulled over your life and your Kingdom underwater as you often did on quiet nights like this.

The second choice.

Being the second child of the Queen of the Seas earned you a certain level of privilege. It came with the title of royalty, a precious princess to the kingdom. It came with the respect of your species and the protection of the warriors, but you were always the second choice. Thank the gods for that. You were more than happy to revert all of that responsibility over to your older half brother Steve.

An heir and a spare.

Crown Prince Steven was by all means the epitome of a future King, exemplary in combat and sharp in wit with a natural inclination for leadership. You were the spare. Just like your mother was for your Uncle Andy. Unlike your family, you disagreed with many Merfolk traditions and you were considered as different.

A wild card.

A brat.

Rebellious.

Difficult.

One important thing you disagreed with was the treatment of humans. You knew the significance and you understood that it was essential for survival, but you were always conflicted and you refused to directly participate. Still your love and loyalty for your kind was strong and you were still duty bound. So you delegated yourself to a task not many wanted but one where you found purpose in.

Gatekeeper.

That was what they called this role, held by only a few since it was established. Since the Merfolk population was limited, everyone had a part to play. Yours was to be the link between land and sea. Early on your ancestors realized that your people needed a way to navigate the human world, a way to ensure safety when on land and resources to use. You held your hand out in front of you, the precious stones and luxurious metals glittering with the soft light of your backyard.

Jewelry.

There was no shortage of riches from the sea, riches apparently that humans were willing to pay hefty amounts for. Your ancestors partnered with a poor fishing couple who were good of heart, but desperately struggling to feed their children. The agreement was that this family help the Merfolk on land and to keep their existence a secret in exchange for unlimited riches for generations to come and the protection of the Merfolk. From this partnership grew a global conglomerate that was now a household name for high end jewelry and ocean conservation.

The profit and influence from this company enabled your people to live and move comfortably on land. Your job was to maintain the relationship with your human partners and to ensure all Merfolk that came on land were well equipped and safe. They went to you first and you ensured safe passage for them.

You took a long sip from your drink, letting the warmth spread through your body with a satisfied hum. It has been a busy week for you with the launch of a new line of designs and a slew of promotional parties. There was still more work to be done so it was nice to have time to relax.

So deep in thought were you and in a comfortable cocoon that you didn’t realize a large shadow slowly drawing nearer behind you. If you were paying more attention, you would have heard the soft click as your back door opened. You would have heard the light padding of expensive loafers. You would have caught the scent of designer cologne.

It wasn’t until a hand clamped over your mouth that your body went on high alert. Your cup flew out of your hand and smashed against the wood of the deck, your screaming muffled by the hand. Your heart pounded frantically as you thrashed in an effort to be released. An amused chuckle halted your struggle and the smirking face that lowered to your view turned the fear to exasperated annoyance.

“Ransom, you fucking asshole!” you shrieked as you smacked his arm repeatedly. “You scared me!”

“You should have seen your face,” he laughed as he sat down beside you, pulling you onto his lap to kiss you breathless. “Your housekeeper let me in before she left.”

One hand was on the back of your head, keeping you in place as he continued to kiss you. You moaned as his tongue battled with yours, his forcefulness sending heat to your core immediately. His other hand was gripping your hip, moving you to press closer to his growing erection.

“You’re such a dick,” you mumbled, as he moved his mouth to your neck.

“You like this dick,” he chuckled, lifting you to properly straddle him and angling his hips to grind against you. “You miss this dick.”

He wasn’t wrong. He was a cocky dick but he gave good dick. Ever since you met him a couple of years ago at a party in Massachusetts, you couldn’t help but find his arrogant snarky personality entertaining. He was so brashly honest and uncaring of what other people thought of him that you found it oddly appealing as you traded witty comebacks back and forth. It helped that he also looked delicious and you just happened to need someone to warm your bed that night.

What was meant to be just a one night stand turned into a habitual no strings attached arrangement when three months later you saw each other again by chance at another party. You only got as far as the ballroom’s ornate bathroom that time and it took a while for your legs to be able to support you much to his smug satisfaction. From then on whenever you were in the same city, you sought each other out.

“You’re wet already, aren’t you?” he said as his hand slipped beneath your skirt, his thumb sneaking under your panties and swiping against your folds. “Dripping. I could probably just shove my cock in this pussy with no fight.”

“Ransom,” you whined, your hips moving in search of more friction.

“Impatient little brat. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so desperate for my cock.”

“Fuck me or get the fuck out of my house, Ransom.”

He chuckled when your threats melted into sighs as he pushed his thumb inside you, shallowly fucking you in a way that was no where near enough. He loved to tease you. A big part of what turns him on about you is how you fight back, meeting his own demanding nature with your own stubborn one. Getting a win over each other was sometimes better than the orgasm that follows, but nothing compared to the image of having you an angry whimpering mess beneath him.

He pulled his thumb out and popped it in his mouth, making a show of twirling his tongue around your arousal that was coating his finger. He kept your gazes locked the whole time, noting how your breath hitched and your eyes darkened.

“Still the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he hummed. “Quiet now, aren’t you?”

The small growl you let out amused him to no end and he wanted to keep riling you up, but the tightening in his pants was becoming urgent. He smacked your ass and dumped you back on the lounger before he stood.

“Hands and knees.”

You wanted to let out a sharp remark or roll your eyes at his commanding tone, anything to antagonize him but the sight of his big beautiful cock out made your mouth water. You maneuvered yourself around just as he asked, opening your mouth for him in anticipation.

“Good girl,” he said, running the tip of his cock lightly along your lips. “Show me how much of a whore you are for this cock.”

He slipped his cock into your mouth, easing in until his full length was hitting the back of your throat. He let out a long low groan, one hand firmly on the back of your head to keep you in place. His pace started slow until he was thrusting into your mouth with the sole purpose of using you for his pleasure.

“Fuck. That's right. Take that cock just how I taught you.”

You relaxed your throat and flattened your tongue, staring up at him to encourage him to be rougher with you. You can take it. You could always take him. Watching him lose himself in your mouth made your pussy clench, his eyes burning with lust and his jaw ticking. You rubbed your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You couldn’t help it. He just looked so good with that feral look in his blue eyes. Blue eyes that now flashed in anger down at you.

You felt his fingers dig into the back of your head as a resounding crack shocked you forward making you choke on his cock, your bottom stinging from two more quick slaps that followed. You yelped, the sound garbled and muffled as you were pressed close to his pelvis. His fingers forcing their way inside you with no warning.

“Greedy. Little. Brat.”

Each word was punctuated with a sharp jerk of his hips and a twist of his fingers inside you. Your slick was dripping down your thighs and soaking his hand, your pussy was pulsing and clenching. More. You needed more. Your hips began to wind and push against his hand earning you a dark chuckle from above you.

“You’re just such a desperate slut, aren’t you?” he said, his tone mocking you.

He groaned as you swallowed around him, your eyes meeting his and glinting with mischief. You knew how to press his buttons too. He pulled himself out of you suddenly and grabbed you by the neck to raise your face to his, spit shining around your mouth and chin.

“That how you wanna play today, princess?”

You smirked, the nickname carrying a certain irony given how Ransom didn’t know how accurate it actually was. You leaned your face closer and ran your hands up the soft texture of his sweater, fearlessly meeting his fury to nip on his plump bottom lip before slowly pulling back and winking devilishly at him.

The growl he let out sent a new wave of arousal through you, the electricity buzzing down your spine as he crashed his lips to yours in a messy kiss. You moaned against his mouth, gasping as he pushed you off him. He manhandled you until you were on all fours again with your ass up for him, ripping your skirt and panties off in one go. He kept your loose cable knit sweater on though, loving how soft you felt all over.

You jolted forward as you felt him spit on your cunt, spreading it around with your slick up to your puckered hole. His thumb slipped in with little resistance and your body sagged as you welcomed it.

“Ransom,” you whined.

He hummed. Toying with your back entrance as he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaking core. Your pussy wept and clenched, your whole body screaming to be stuffed. The moment the head of his cock breached you, all thoughts flew out of your mind except for the feel of his girth stretching your walls in a way no other man or merman has ever done for you.

“God, you’re tight,” he grunted as he bottomed out. “But you’re taking me so well, princess. Like you’re made to take this cock.”

“More. Harder, Ransom,” you moaned.

He tutted at you as he continued with his infuriatingly languid pace, one hand gripping your hip to keep you locked in place. The bruises will be a nice thing to wake up to tomorrow. His thumb in your ass kept pressing in, contributing to your pleasure but it still wasn’t enough.

“Come on, princess. You know what to say.”

“Fuck!” you screamed as he rolled his hips, reaching deeper inside you and building up that fire inside you just a bit more. “Just fuck me harder, you goddamn prick.”

“You know what I wanna hear,” he chuckled. Another roll of his hips and your legs were starting to quiver with the tension. “Say it.”

“Please,” you muttered under your breath.

The hand on your hip gripped tighter and his hips snapped sharply, the sound of your skin meeting drowned by your yelp. “Say it louder.”

You gritted your teeth, your stubborn head telling you to disobey. Your body was shaking now, teetering over the edge of an almost orgasm. Another sharp thrust, pushing hard into both your holes, had your resolve crumbling.

“Please, Ransom. Take me harder, please.”

You turned your head and caught the slow smirk curve on his face and the excitement of knowing rippled through you. All at once his pace changed drastically, pounding into you until you were practically falling through the lounger. You screamed your pleasure into the night, falling instantly into your first orgasm.

“Good girl,” he panted from behind you, his thrusts not slowing even as you continued convulsing beneath him. “Keep going.”

The smug bastard kept fucking you through to another rippling orgasm, his thumb joined now by another finger to prep you for what he wanted next. He bit down on his lip to stave off his own release, but your walls pulsing around him and your mewling was making it difficult. He grabbed you by the neck and pulled you up flush against him as he pulled out of you, your weakened body grateful for the support.

His cock was glistening with your cum, aiding in his entrance through your puckered hole. His hand around your throat tightened, just as tight as your walls around his cock. You felt his hot breath around your ear as he groaned in satisfaction. His other hand trailed down your overheated body to spear his fingers through your weeping core. The curses and pleading just kept spilling from your lips.

“This is how you like it. Right, princess?” he said as his fingers pushed and tapped relentlessly inside you, hitting that spongy spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You like me stuffing both your holes where the neighbors could just look out their windows and see how much of a slut you are for me? Come on then, princess.”

His hands and cock worked in complete synchrony to deliver you to your ruin; digging, prodding, scissoring, pushing, pounding, and choking you just right. Your sweater drooped down your shoulder and his mouth took it as an invitation to latch on, biting and sucking his stamp of ownership over you. You could feel the coil impossibly tighten, already on the brink of snapping completely.

“Make a mess for me.”

You keened sharply as ecstasy consumed you, your vision exploding with fireworks and tears. Your whole body shook violently with pleasure as your release continuously drenched the once pristine white cushion beneath you, his hand rubbing and slapping now at your throbbing clit.

"Fuck. That's it," he groaned. "Goddamn, you feel good."

You could vaguely hear the string of profanities and praise he let out as he railed into your ass in time with the thundering in your ears. He pulled you back with a hard bite down on your shoulder as he emptied himself inside you with a feral roar.

For a while, no words were exchanged between you. There was only heavy panting, heartbeats that struggled to slow, and hands that roamed lazily. He turned your head to catch your lips in a slow kiss that made you shiver. It was the complete opposite of the manner he just took you, but was always welcome. He pulled out of you and drew you back to sit between his legs, his hands slipping beneath your sweater to palm at your breasts with interest.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” you said as you leaned further back against him.

“Charles Blackwood was having a birthday party in LA. Got bored.” He tweaked your nipple and your back arched. “Knew I’d have more fun here.”

“Not enough strippers for your taste?” you teased. “How long are you here for?”

“About a week,” he whispered against your ear, nibbling on your lobe and sneaking his tongue in. “Glad I caught you before your annual trip with your family. Can’t have you craving my cock for too long.”

“Just in time then. I leave in two weeks.” Your hand reached behind to card through his hair, pulling and scratching lightly at his scalp. He groaned and grinded his hips forward, his manhood starting to grow again. “Plenty of time for you to put your smart mouth to better use. I have some business meetings but I’m mostly free.”

“Oh, princess. Don’t make plans just yet.” He pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it aside, before he lifted you up into his arms and into your house. You laughed against his neck, your arms clinging to him. “I’m not even halfway done with you tonight.”

He caught sight of a few loose pearls on the lounger that he just assumed must have gotten knocked off from one of the pieces you were wearing. They hardly registered when he had your willing body pressed against his.

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He didn’t leave until noon the next day, leaving you thoroughly sated and sore, but it would be a couple of days later when he came back. You were busy arranging your things for the meeting you needed to get to, checking the essentia paperwork to bring and shoving your belongings into your purse.

Ransom walked in like he owned the place and grinned at the business attire you were wearing that highlighted your body perfectly. You were beautiful in anything you wore, there was a fiery radiance to you and a presence that was captivating, but seeing you dressed like this made you look powerful and in charge. His cock was already hardening and he hasn’t even touched you yet. He couldn’t wait to rip it off you.

“Hey, princess. Busy today?” he smirked as he sauntered over to you.

He abruptly halted before he could reach you when another man came into the room, dressed similarly to you and frowning at the tie he was struggling with in his gloved hands. He was tall and wide, built like a brick wall with icy blue eyes and sharp bone structure. Ransom noted that his hair was still damp, an obvious sign that he got ready here.

He scowled when their eyes met, a sudden wave of possessiveness taking him by surprise when the other man stood far too closely to you for his liking. You were oblivious to the death stare match they were having, too busy thinking of the tasks needed to be accomplished today.

“Ransom this is Bucky. Bucky this is Ransom,” you casually introduced them, taking the tie from Bucky and fixing it for him hurriedly. The intimate yet familiar gesture made Ransom’s jaw clench. “Wait for me in the car, Buck. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Are you sure, princess?”

Ransom growled at the use of the term. That was his pet name for you. It infuriated him how you didn’t even react to another man calling you that. You were by no means exclusive with each other. You weren’t dating. You also made no promises that this arrangement would lead to anything else. It suited you both since you weren’t ones to be tied down, but neither of you had seen the other with someone else.

It was hypocritical of Ransom particularly since he was still upholding his reputation as a playboy and you weren’t exactly waiting around for the next time your paths crossed. That was the deal, but Ransom never did do well with sharing. You weren’t his, but for the first time since he met you he thought that maybe he wanted you to be.

As soon as Bucky was out the door, Ransom’s furious expression was on you and his low snarl froze you on the spot. “Who the fuck was that?”

“What the hell is your problem? I told you that was Bucky.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” he growled in your face. “Who is he to you, princess?”

You were surprised by this unexpected outburst and the venom in his use of the pet name made you flinch, but you weren’t one to back down. This princess bows to no one. You lifted your chin and met his gaze unflinchingly as the realization began to dawn on you.

Ransom was jealous.

Bucky was a Queen's Guard who regularly would check up on you and the other Merfolk onshore. This time around he also escorted a few of your people to you and helped send them on their way. This afternoon he was accompanying you to meet with the human family you were bonded with. He was also your older brother’s closest friend, a mainstay in your life since childhood. Ransom had no reason to be jealous of him, but you were in no mood to pander to his childish behaviour.

“He’s a family friend.”

“I can see just how friendly you two are,” he scoffed.

“What if we are?” you challenged him. “That’s none of your business.”

“Like hell it isn’t! Are you really that much of a cock hungry whore that you can’t even go two days without looking for something to fill your cunt?”

The crack of your hand as it met his cheek threw the room into a tense silence. Your chest rose and fell heavily as you struggled to control your indignation, hot tears stinging your eyes. Never had anyone spoken to you this way. Never had Ransom used those words on you with malice and you hated to admit to yourself that it hurt you more than you expected.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that. You don’t get to make me feel bad when you’re not exactly discreet about your conquests,” you shot back, mirroring the rage that was evident on his face. “You don’t get to judge me when your bullshit is splashed across gossip blogs on a regular basis. You even went viral for your dick pic on Instagram. Good for you.”

“You. Vicious. Little. Bitch.”

You sneered at how the veins on his neck were popping with each punctuated word. He was shaking with barely restrained fury, his fists clenched at his sides and a small bleeding cut on his cheek from the ring you wore on your hand that struck him. Good. If you weren’t so furious, you would have thought that anger just made him more attractive.

“You do not own me,” you spat, taking a confident step toward him. “Now if you’re quite done with your temper tantrum, I have a meeting to get to. You can wait here for me to come back in a few hours and we can talk when you’ve calmed down. ”

“You must be insane to think I’d wait here for you like some puppy.”

“Fine. Then don’t.” You threw your hands in the air in dismissal. “Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.”

You grabbed your things and marched toward the door. You looked at him one last time, your face turning oddly sad before you fixed it to one of icy indifference.

“Goodbye, Ransom.”

The door slammed behind you with a finality that echoed in the now empty room where he still stood. He wasn’t sure which was more bruised, his cheek or his pride.

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You expected Ransom to not be there when you got back, but it still stung when you came home to an empty house. Out of all the many properties your kind owned on land this mansion was your favorite which was why you chose this as your permanent residence. Built and decorated with the thought that it was an extension of the sea, with its open spacious interiors in a coastal design and a backyard with a large pool that led to the private beach. It always felt comfortable and welcoming to you. It felt like home.

Now as your heels clicked on the wood floors, you feel for the first time how empty it was. Even as you opened more lights and drew back curtains, the large house still felt cold and you felt it seep into your chest. Your free spirited lifestyle ensured endless parties, countless interactions with humans, a freedom to travel as you wished, work that was a passion for you, and a string of lovers. You had the best of both worlds and the privilege to enjoy it to the fullest. You could hardly say that you were alone, but now somehow you felt lonely. Your chosen independence, just earlier filled with gratification, now left you feeling unfulfilled.

Was it really all because of Ransom?

The answer came almost two weeks later. Two weeks of constantly checking your phone for any calls or messages only to be disappointed because both of you were too prideful to reach out first. You suspected that he would have already gone home when a week went by and there was still no sign of him. The internet gossip blog you stumbled on confirmed it. You would deny to anyone who asked that you were looking for news about him. He was back in Massachusetts with a new girl on his arm at another party. It hurt. That you couldn't deny.

Yes. It was all because of Ransom.

A life of fun and endless possibilities, but with no one to share it with. It never bothered you before, but Ransom's absence from your life had more of an impact than you anticipated. He made you laugh with his ranting about his insufferable family. He complimented you on your new designs, always sending a quick congratulatory message on each new launch. He even challenged your decisions in business matters you had shared. He wasn't romantic but he had a habit of bringing you his favorite biscuits when he came to visit. He would say it was because you had subpar taste in after sex snacks, but he always ended up feeding you most of it and licking the crumbs from your lips. The sex itself was not just mind blowing, but he had opened you up to more exploration.

Despite how little time you actually spent together, you realize now how comfortable you were with him. You realize just how much you enjoyed his company, that you actually looked forward to it. You realize now that you surprisingly trusted that spoiled overgrown child of a man.

And you realize now that you were in love with him.

You groaned and cussed at yourself. It was absurd. You knew how stupid it was. It was also equally idiotic to have postponed your trip back to your kingdom in the disillusioned hope that he might still call you. Your spirit was waning and your body was terribly weakened, your magic struggling to maintain your human form.

You stripped off your clothes and elegantly dove into the pool, reaching deep before you twirled and a soft glow enveloped you. You sighed in relief as your legs morphed into your tail, the pain you had been feeling the last few days lifting temporarily and yet your chest still felt heavy with the last conversation you had with Ransom. You took your time circling the depths of your expansive swimming pool, allowing yourself to recover as much as it could but at this point you had no choice now but to leave tonight.

Merfolk power came from the sea and prolonged separation weakened you. Your annual trips back to your kingdom were born out of necessity, a way to recharge your magic and strength where Mer magic was the strongest for you to be able to return to shore again. If you don’t go tonight, your magic will dissolve and your body will waste away.

You will die.

However, this time you were as reluctant to leave as you were to come back. What would be the point of coming back? There was suddenly no more joy in your life here and truthfully you don’t think you can take seeing more news of Ransom or risk running into him. Perhaps it was time to talk to your mother. Perhaps it was time to find a different purpose for you.

Your head popped up out of the surface, sighing heavily and staring forlornly at the night sky. You would miss the sky. It was one of your favorite things about the shore. You could spend hours just watching the colors change from the dusky sunrise to the clear blue to the stormy grays to the fiery sunsets. Your favorite was the bright blue of morning, filled with the choice of a day of adventures ahead or lazy musings. The possibilities were endless with the morning sky. It would now remind you painfully of Ransom, but you were decided. You’ve had a good run on shore. You’ve lived your life as you pleased without the burden of your title holding you back.

It was time to be a proper princess for your kingdom.

“So this is your secret.”

Your eyes widened as you turned toward the voice, your tail automatically carrying you to the edge to hide yourself. It was no use though. He had already seen everything and as you stared up at him, you couldn’t help the thrill of seeing him again or the wistful smile that curved your lips that you were quick to tamp down.

“Ransom.”

“You’re a mermaid.”

Your face dropped and your eyes turned downcast, trying hard to avoid his gaze as if it could hide your secret from him. As if it were shameful. When Ransom stepped out onto your backyard, he could hardly make sense of what he was seeing. He must be high, but as he watched you swim so gracefully beneath the surface he became more and more mesmerized by your movements. He was hypnotized by how the color of your tail shone with the subtle lights of your home and the gentle silver of the moon. It made the flaming hues of your lower half stand out more, like a bursting sunset of red and gold. He was caught by your beauty the moment he first saw you, but this was different.

You were enchanting.

You had enchanted him from the start and he now knew why. It explained how he was so magnetically drawn to you. How you had kept his attention where all else had failed. How you kept creeping into his mind when you were apart. How he craved you. It told him that it was never a choice, he would never have been able to resist you even if he wanted to.

He really never wanted to.

He almost thought it unfair. You were magical and he was human. He was a lost cause from the start, but while it explained much it didn’t cover everything. It didn’t explain why he relished your laughter or admired your work ethic. It didn’t explain why he genuinely liked to hear your stories. It didn’t explain how he could be comfortable enough to be honest with you. It didn’t explain the possessive surge he felt that day you fought or what made him say those words that were meant to hurt you.

In a move that was wholly out of character for him, he bent down to capture your chin in his hand and turn your gaze back to him. His other hand traced the elaborate gold band that circled your head with countless rare pearls and precious gems that dripped down to your hair.

A princess.

“You’re an actual princess too, aren’t you? That’s why that brooding asshole called you that last time,” he chuckled, the sound fraying your nerves. You weren’t sure whether he was mocking you or he was genuinely amused, but you couldn’t seem to look away. Not when for two weeks you wanted nothing more than to see him.

“You know there are rumors that the secret silent partner in your company is actually a Mafia clan,” he laughed loudly this time. “I guess swimming with the fishes has a different meaning to you.”

Your lips twitched in a barely contained smile before your head tilted to the side in confusion. “You don’t seem too surprised.”

“It makes sense,” he shrugged dismissively.

You barked your laughter, the nerves you were feeling earlier suddenly expelled with each breath and the lingering anger from your last interaction pushed aside for the time being. You shook your head, but leaned over the edge and craned your neck upwards to keep his eyes. His gorgeous aqua eyes that you now realized didn’t hold what you normally would expect from someone faced with what was known only as myth. There was no ill intent, fear, or disgust. They were cocky and playful just like Ransom always was with you. What was new was what was unexpectedly lining it.

Affection.

“I fail to see what part of this makes any type of fucking sense, Ransom,” you smiled as you flicked your fins up to the surface to emphasize your point.

For a moment he was transfixed with how your tail was lazily swishing before he looked back at you and there was that affection again that was making your face heat up. “The secrecy. How you don’t keep a public profile despite making the big decisions in the company. You actually own the damn company, don’t you?”

You nodded sheepishly and he chuckled again. His fingers travelled lightly along one string of pearls that decorated your head. “That also explains why you happen to be the only ones able to sell these kinds of pearls. They’re so rare. You can’t tell me how they’re made right?”

“Maybe. Someday. It’s a secret of the Mers,” you grinned cheekily. His smile grew at the thought that there was a someday, that he hadn’t already completely ruined things with you. “Still doesn’t explain how easily you’re accepting all of this though.”

“You forget that Harlan is a novelist and I grew up around his incessant rambling about literature,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes at the thought of his family. “Every design you put out has a little story about Merfolk. I thought it was a cool gimmick at first, but something about it always struck me as intimate. Like it was personal. You wrote them yourself, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you admitted quietly. You bit your lip nervously as you braced yourself to ask a more difficult question. “You honestly don’t find all this too strange?”

“Are you kidding me?” he laughed loudly. “My girlfriend’s a fucking mermaid!”

You felt your face heat up again at the sudden declaration. He’s called you many things, but he’s never called you that. Neither of you have ever acknowledged whatever you had as anything more than convenient fucking.

Still, why did it make your heart flutter?

“Wow. Got you speechless for once and I didn’t even need to choke you with my cock this time,” he snickered, enjoying the flustered look on your face and bringing his face closer to yours. So close that your noses were brushing and you could feel his long lashes on your wet cheeks.

“What? You don’t like being called my girlfriend, princess?”

“Ransom, I -”

“Marry me.”

You were stunned speechless and your instinct told you to recoil. It told you to run, but Ransom caught your wrist before you could retreat from him.

“You can’t be serious, Ransom,” you shook your head.

“Oh I’m completely serious, princess.”

“You’re fucking insane! You can’t possibly think that’s a good idea.”

He leaned away from you, dropping your hand as he stood to his full height. Your eyes widened when you saw him slowly strip his clothes. He threw them unceremoniously on the day beds, keeping eye contact with you and smirking at how your expression was somewhere between confused and aroused at the sight of him completely naked.

“Let me show you how good of an idea it is.”

It must be the fatigue of your power fading that you didn’t react fast enough when he dove into the water and dragged you under. The next thing you know, Ransom had you caged in his arms and his lips were on yours. You yelped against his mouth when you felt him pull at one nipple until it went hard beneath his touch. He flashed you another smug look before he stole another kiss and propelled you both up to the surface.

“Marry me,” he said the moment you broke air, crowding you against the edge of the pool. His hands roaming all across your body, exploring the new texture of your skin. “God, you’re so hot like this.”

“Ransom,” you gasped as his mouth moved to suck and nip along your throat, your neck instinctively dropping back to give him more access. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

He groaned as he felt your hands card through his hair and pull at the strands, unable to resist the attraction that was always so strong between you. He held you in place by your ass and pressed his throbbing erection against you. He bit hard into the sensitive juncture at the base of your neck and smiled against the newly forming bruise when he felt your fins curl around his leg to bring him closer. You could take any form and he would still know how to make your body sing for him.

“I don’t know about that. I think I like the idea of being a prince,” he laughed, his breath tickling your ear and sending shivers across your skin. “Marry me.”

His hands travelled lower, trailing fire all over your body as he groped at your breasts and gripped at your curves. His fingers soon reached below your pelvis and you would think that he had experience with mermaid anatomy by how fast he found your veiled entrance. It was your sharp inhale though and the way your fingers dug into his back that gave you away when he brushed against your core. He slipped his fingers past the pliant part of your tail and straight into your pulsating core.

“Fuck,” he growled. It was so different, somehow even more wet and tighter than you usually were. “I can’t wait to stick my cock in there, princess. Marry me.”

You moaned his name and shook your head even as his fingers were making your hips move in search of more. “We can’t.”

You keened when he found that spot inside you that had your resolve hanging by a thread. You tried to hang on to your reasoning. You tried to remind yourself that neither of you were the marrying type. Neither of you were the commitment type. You were both selfish and self-indulgent.

His free hand came around your throat, forcing you to look at him as he unraveled you with his fingers. You saw the determined set of his jaw and the burning desire in his eyes. He wanted you.

Every version of you.

“That’s it. Don’t you want me as your prince?” he teased as his pace quickened until he felt you were on the brink of climax. “Marry me, princess. Let go for me now.”

You came hard, your voice carrying like a melody through your freefall. Ransom was dead set on your ruin and convincing you to be with him. He needed to show you how good you were together. His painfully hard cock swiftly replaced his fingers and he felt like he was going to cum on the spot by just how you felt. It was out of this world. You were still mid orgasm and it was driving him into a frenzy how your walls were pulsing around him.

“I didn’t think your cunt could get any better. Goddamn.”

“Ransom,” you panted, nearing delirium now from pleasure. “Fuck me please. I need it. Please, I need it.”

The growl he let out was animalistic as he hammered into you, your mouths fusing and your tongues battled in between incoherent chanting of each other’s names. You were absolutely lost in each other, the water violently splashing from your crude movements. It wasn’t long before you were teetering over the edge again, one sharp snap of his hips sending you spiralling into bliss.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he grunted, his pace starting to falter as he neared his own end. “I’m gonna fill you up, princess. If you don’t wanna be my wife right now then you can be the mother of my brats first.”

You clenched around him at the thought and his hips stuttered. A small voice in the back of your mind warned you. If he came inside you right now in this form and in your vulnerable state, he would surely succeed in his task.

“Ransom, you can’t,” you protested weakly, still reeling from your climax and already building toward another.

“I can, princess,” he chuckled darkly as he continued to rail hard into you. “And I will. You want this too. I’m making you mine.”

The authority in his voice threw you into your next release, your walls milking him for all he would offer and pulling him into his own finish. He kissed you hard as he continued to pump his seed inside you, making sure every drop was pushed deep.

His lips slowly parted from yours, but he didn’t go far. He rested his forehead against yours, his twitching cock still nestled inside you, and his hands cupping your face with an unexpected tenderness that was mirrored in his eyes.

“Marry me.”

Through the jumbled mess of your thoughts, you scrambled again for your reasoning. You both were spoiled and wanted it all. You both valued your independence and freedom to have fun as you wished. You both walked away from each other during that fight. You both hurt each other. As if reading your mind, he rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks to calm your protests before he spoke.

“After the fight, I spent a lot of time thinking. I was ready to just bury myself in the next pussy I see and forget all about you,” he started gently. “Then I found out we were all getting cut off from my grandfather’s will. All I am is my money and without that who am I? I went into a dark place, princess.”

You saw him struggle with his words and your heart softened at this rare show of vulnerability. He’s never shown this side of him to you. Whatever he shared with you was always with his brand of humor and sarcasm. You suspected that he never showed it to anyone. You appreciated how difficult this was for him to open up to you. Your hands ran soothingly along his arms, a silent encouragement for him to continue.

“I was going to do something that I would have regretted. I was going to do something that would have destroyed me completely. All for money. All for the pride of a Thrombey,” he swallowed, pausing for a moment to steady himself. He would never be able to fully put into words what you pulled him back from doing. What you stopped him from becoming. “But one thing kept holding me back from going through with it.”

“Me?” you asked quietly.

“Yes, princess,” he gave you a small smile and kissed the tip of your nose. “I’m sorry I said those things to you. I regret them. I didn’t mean a single word. You were the first person I wanted to talk to after I found out about the will. You were the only person I wanted to see. You still are. That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That I love you, you fucking idiot,” he chuckled. “I was fully willing to say to hell with my family and the money. None of what I thought was important before is anymore. Not after you.”

Your hands slid to loop around his neck and tangle themselves in his wet hair, smiling at the thought that just before he came you had the exact same epiphany that he had. What mattered then didn’t matter anymore. Not if you weren’t together. You had changed each other and neither of you even knew it was happening.

“So, Ransom Drysdale, the trust fund playboy.” You laughed as he rolled his eyes at your teasing. “You love me?”

“I just said that!”

“Well I wanna hear it again!”

“God, you’re so high maintenance,” he groaned in mock exhaustion though there was no venom in his tone, only an indulgent smirk on his lips.

“That’s rich coming from you,” you snorted.

“We’re not even married yet and you’re already nagging at me.”

“Excuse me?!”

He crashed his lips to yours, laughing as he kissed you breathless and his stomach fluttering in amusement at how you were smacking his chest in annoyance. Exactly this. He wanted exactly this for the rest of his life.

With you.

“We’re getting married next week. I don’t want any of my family to come. They can all eat shit. We’re eloping.”

“I didn’t say yes, you asshole.”

He scoffed and pinned you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re really an idiot if you think it was ever a choice.”

The laugh faded from your lips as you remembered the journey you needed to make and by the look on his face, he seemed to realize the same thing. He also realized now that the truth of your nature was revealed that it must mean more than just a yearly family trip.

“You have to leave,” he said sadly, suddenly deflated. “When?”

“Tonight. I’m too weak to stay on land for much longer. I need to go back.”

“Then marry me right fucking now. I want to know you’re going to come back,” he swallowed, vulnerability again flashing in his eyes but now coupled with his stubborn firmness. “I need to know you’re coming back to me.”

“How?”

“I don’t give a shit how,” he smirked as he fiddled with his hand, slipping off the signet ring that he always wore on his pinky.

You couldn’t help giggling as he struggled to somehow fasten it on your crown, carefully making sure that his ring was secure and prominent among the many adornments. It was just so ridiculous and yet it made your heart swell with joy and your eyes fill with tears.

“There. We’re married now.”

You beamed at him and from the opposite side of his ring, you broke off a winding piece of gold and fastened it around his pinky. You lifted his hand up to your face, closing your eyes as tears streaked down your cheek to land on the makeshift ring. You closed your hands over it for a moment and when again revealed, Ransom was shocked to see a pearl now attached to it.

“We’re married now. I love you too.”

He crashed his lips to yours, overwhelmed by the love and awe that he was feeling for you. You were his now. It didn’t matter to him if it was real or made up. It just mattered that you were his and he was yours. You would return and when you did, he was going to marry you in every conceivable ceremony there was in this world and yours.

Bless, Bless

This unity once wished

A joining of land and sea

Finally achieved

Not a choice of one or the other

But of both to prosper

You both smiled as you parted, the blessing of the ancients anchoring you in permanence with each other. You knew for sure now that you would return and his parting words made you all the more eager to do so.

“I’ll be here waiting.”

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ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

CHAPTER ONE OF SIX

SUMMARY: From the moment you were both born, you and Ransom had been promised to each other. Now 25 years later, it's time for you to meet your husband.

REQUEST: Beauty and the Beast AU, based on a poem from N.R. Hart.

PAIRING: Mob Boss!Ransom Drysdale x Mob!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.9k

WARNINGS: This is a Mob!AU so there will be violence, there will be blood nothing too gory. There will be fluff and most definitely angst (you know me and my angst), there will be talk of self-doubt and maybe a tiny smidge of toxic relationship but just for a second.

NOTES: As previously mentioned on my blog, I've decided to write according to my inspiration and not trying to fit the request to a T anymore, so I apologize if this isn't what you wanted. This is a very loose interpretation of Beauty and the Beast. I'm no mobster and what I know is very limited to what's on the internet and movies. I've come up with my own rules and mob laws so I apologize if it isn't 100 accurate. The moodboard is just to give a little sneek peak of what's to come in the chapter, there is no physical description about the reader aside from being female.

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𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

So many little girls grow up wishing they could be a princess, how many times have you heard the question ‘’what do you want to be when you grow up?’’ being asked to a kid and being answered with ‘’a princess/prince’’?

Blame it on Disney movies and fairytales, there’s something whimsical about being royalty.

When you were a little girl, you never wanted to be a princess because you were already one. Your dad was a king and ruled an entire kingdom, your mother right by his side. It was made very clear to you when you were still a kid that you were going to rule that same kingdom one day.

Not alone, of course. You’d need a prince. A son from another very powerful family. Together you’d become king and queen and rule both kingdoms.

You were a different kind of princess from the ones you see in movies and books. Your dad was a kingpin, a mobster, and your family owned one of the biggest territories on the east coast.

Richard Drysdale owned the next biggest territory and decided that if they joined forces, they could both gain a lot from it.

As luck would have it Linda, Richard’s wife, was pregnant at the same time as your mom. Linda gave birth to Ransom, their son, three months before you were born. Neither you or Ransom had even gotten your first tooth yet, that you were already promised to one another.

When it will be time for Richard to step down and Ransom to step up, then the two of you will get married and become the most powerful family Boston has ever seen.

This little arrangement was never hidden from either of you. You both grew up aware that you were promised to the other.

The moment your father judged you were old enough and ready, he started to teach you everything he knows. He kept you away from deals or meetings, he wanted you safe but powerful. The Kingpin didn’t raise a powerless little girl who’s scared of everything. He raised a strong woman who could take care of herself in more ways than one. You weren’t going to be a trophy wife, Ransom’s arm candy, you were going to be a ruler and a damn good one at that.

Ransom has been raised in a very similar way, but with different motives. His dad made him ruthless, serious and business focused because the only thing he cared about was the wellbeing of his bank account. Richard Drysdale was money driven whereas your dad was family oriented.

Richard’s son turned out a little differently. Ransom’s priority was the family business and getting more territory. Emotions didn’t have a place in their family. There were no loving relationships in the Drysdale family; whether it was between husband and wife, father and son or mother and son.

In a way, Ransom was thankful he had been promised to you because that way he didn’t need to worry about trying to date to get a wife. He didn’t have time for dating or for loving his future wife. His marriage to you will be just another business transaction that will give him everything he’s ever wanted: power, territory and money. Ransom didn’t have friends: he had employees, he didn’t have family members: he had business partners and none of it will be different with you. To the outside world you were going to be his wife but behind closed doors you were going to be his business partner. If you don’t love or care about people then you couldn’t have weaknesses and Ransom had none.

You were raised very similarly but still very differently. Your father was extremely good at what he did, that’s why he was so powerful, but he allowed himself to love and care. He married your mother because he fell in love with her and she fell in love with him. When you were born, you became his entire world and he showed you he loved you every single day of his life. Your father had two big weaknesses: you and your mother, and he protected you fearlessly. No one had ever tried getting to you or your mother to get to your father. The war that would ensue wouldn’t be worth it.

You had some friends, very few of them because it was hard to trust people and their intentions.

As he taught you everything, your dad said something to you that always stuck with you: if you take care of your people, they’ll take care of you. Respect goes both ways. That’s why you always made a point to know every man and employee by name, to be kind and nice to each and everyone of them and treat them like they were part of the family because, in more ways than one, they were.

Everyone said that you and Ransom were polar opposites, that there was no way this marriage and fusion of families would ever work. Neither of you knew that, because you had never met. Your parents kept you apart until it was ‘’time’’.

Richard announced that he was stepping down on the day of your 25th birthday. Problems between him, his wife and his mistresses were starting to mix with the business and he’d lose everything quickly if Ransom didn’t take his place.

Both men agreed that you were going to be introduced to your future husband on that same weekend and then you’d be getting married two weeks later. A normal person probably would have fought tooth and nail to put a stop to it. Truthfully in a perfect world you would have met a man, fell in love and married your soulmate but this was reality and in the real world people have to make sacrifices for the greater good. Marrying Ransom Drysdale was yours.

Richard, Linda and Ransom were coming over for dinner on Saturday so that the two of you could finally meet.

As Saturday finally arrives, your mother wakes you up quite early in the morning. Too early for a Saturday that’s for sure.

‘’Come on, sweetheart. You have to start getting ready.’’ She says to you in her ever loving tone, the one that’s reserved just for you.

‘’Mom.’’ You groan. ‘’It’s not even 8 am. Dad said they would be here at 8 pm, I don’t need 12 hours to get ready.’’

You try to hide under your pillow but your mom takes it away. ‘’Don’t make me drag you out of bed, you know I will do it. Hell, I’ve done it before. I'm not afraid to do it again.’’

‘’Why do I need to get up so early?’’

‘’Because you need to look good, first impressions are everything.’’ She offers you a soft, little smile.

‘’I could show up wearing a trash bag, not having showered for weeks and he still would have to marry me.’�� You point out to her, teasing her.

‘’You need to look nice for your husband.’’ She pulls the covers off of you.

‘’Isn’t that what his mistresses are for?’’ You sit up, stretching a little before standing up and following her downstairs after putting on an oversized sweater over your pajamas.

‘’Get it all out of your system before tonight, I don’t want you to make that kind of joke in front of Mrs.Drysdale.’’ Your mom warns you, after she stops chuckling.

‘’Aren’t I Mrs.Drysdale?’’ You sit on the stool of the kitchen island and watch as she makes breakfast.

On Saturday mornings, the kitchen staff is always off. Your mom likes to give them time for themselves and Saturday mornings are for family time. She always makes breakfast for the three of you and you all sit together to enjoy it.

‘’Not yet, honey.’’ She smiles and starts cooking.

‘’Good morning!’’ Your father walks in, all cheery and smiling.

‘’Good morning.’’ Your mom answers, equally as cheery.

‘’How is it that you two are full of life and pep in the morning and I ended up being a grumpy morning person?’’ You watch your dad as he goes to kiss your mother’s cheek.

‘’The grumpiness had to go somewhere.’’ He shrugs.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. ‘’Great, thanks.’’

‘’You’re so welcome, princess.’’ Your dad comes to sit next to you and squeezes your shoulder. ‘’Are you excited for tonight?’’

‘’I don’t get excited before 10 am. Ask me again in a couple of hours.’’

He laughs and takes the cup of coffee your mom is handing him.

As you all eat the breakfast your mom made together, you can’t help but feel sad that soon this will all be gone. There will no longer be Saturday mornings breakfast, no more family time. In two weeks you will be married and off to living with your new husband.

The moment you will say your I dos, you will also be saying goodbye to any chance at a family like the one you had growing up. You understand that it’s for the greater good of this family and its future, but it makes you sad to have to grieve the family you’ll never have but have always wanted.

You spend most of the day with your mom, getting ready for the night. She tries really hard to be excited and cheerful, hoping it’ll rub off on you, but you can tell that the sadness of it all is hitting her hard too.

She leaves your room at 6 to give you time to get ready.

As you shower, your thoughts wander to all sorts of things and the nerves are finally getting to you. Maybe you hadn’t met Ransom yet but you sure had heard what people had to say about the arranged marriage between the two of you. The general consensus was that even if it wasn’t a real wedding, per say, it was still doomed. You were too different and there’s no way it was going to work. Most people also agreed that you were going to be miserable, just like Linda was. After all, you were marrying Richard’s son and everyone agreed that Ransom was just a younger version of his dad. Both emotionally unattainable and they were sure that it wouldn’t take long for Ransom before he had a few mistresses on the side. Some people even suspected that he had a few already lined up and ready to go.

All these thoughts come rushing to you, ruining the hot shower you decided to take in the hopes that it will relax you. It certainly didn’t do the job.

You quickly get out and focus on getting ready instead. Your mom had said to you before leaving your room that everything had to be ‘’perfect’’.

Just as you are finishing getting ready, there’s a knock on your bedroom door.

‘’Sweetheart? The Drysdales should be here any minute. Are you almost done?’’

You check your hair, makeup and the outfit your mom picked out for you to make sure everything looks good and open the door.

‘’All done.’’

She looks at you and smiles. ‘’Gorgeous.’’

You smile back shyly. ‘’Thanks.’’

Your mom leads you down the hallway and then down the stairs where your dad was waiting.

‘’Gorgeous!’’ He says as he sees you, which makes you and your mom chuckle. ‘’What? What did I say?’’ He frowns.

‘’The exact same thing, and tone, as mom.’’

‘’Oh.’’ He grins. ‘’Well, it’s true.’’

‘’Thank you.’’ You kiss his cheek. ‘’I’ll go wait in the other room.’’

Your parents nod and watch as you make your way to the living room where they’ll join you when the Drysdales show up.

You find the book you hid under the couch cushions earlier this morning and sit down to read as you wait. You had every intention to hide the book when you heard the doorbell but you got so engrossed in the book that you hadn’t heard the doorbell, or your parents walking in the living room with the Drysdales following closely behind.

Your parents exchange an amused look, then your dad clears his throat to get your attention. You quickly look up. ‘’Oops?’’

‘’I’d say.’’ Your father rolls his eyes, smiling.

You look down at your book and mumble. ‘’Traitor.’’

As you put away the book, your parents ‘’whisper’’ to one another but everyone can hear them.

‘’I thought you had swept the whole room and took all the books she hid.’’ Your mom says.

‘’I did!’’ Your father answers.

‘’He did.’’ You nod. ‘’I just came back with other books after he left.’’ You shrug.

‘’Of course you did.’’ They both say at the same time, making you smile.

‘’Well this is Richard, his wife Linda and their son Ransom.’’ Your father introduces you to them.

‘’Pleasure to meet you.’’ You offer them your best smile and shake all of their hands.

You had seen a picture of Ransom once in a magazine because there had been rumors that he was dating a model, it all turned out to be false but it was the first time you had seen him and boy had he changed since then.

The Ransom from the magazine was cleanly shaved, wearing sweaters and looking like a preppy douche (your friend’s words) but the Ransom standing in front of you has a beard, tattoos on his neck and hands and probably more underneath the very expensive suit he’s wearing. He has truly embraced the mobster way of life, fashion included. As you all sit down in the living room, you notice that he’s also wearing big rings. Another thing that you’ve noticed is that he has tattoos on pretty much all of his fingers except his ring finger. You want to ask why, you are a curious person, but you decide to keep your questions to yourself.

Ransom holds back a laugh when you’re caught reading but can’t hold back the little smile as he sees and hears your parents interact with each other. It’s not something he’s ever seen his parents do, when they interact with each other it’s usually to scream or throw things at the other’s head. Your parents have clearly never thrown things, at least not with the purpose to hurt or scare the other. While you’re busy introducing yourself to his parents, he takes the opportunity to look at you and thanks whoever or whatever is watching over him to have given him such a cute future wife.

Ransom doesn’t miss the way you seem to be looking him over, like he’s just done to you. You don’t seem disappointed so that’s good. He does notice how you’ve been staring at his hands, he can tell you have questions but he’s grateful that you don’t ask him any.

A few years ago, Ransom decided to use tattoos as a way to express himself without having to say actual words. His dad had taught him from a very young age that emotions are for weak people, strong and powerful men don’t feel anything. Living with his parents who absolutely hate each other made him feel a lot of emotions but Ransom never had friends or other family members he could rely on so he turned to tattoos. He likes the creativity behind them and the few hours of physical pain helps him better cope with everything going through his mind.

His mother absolutely hates tattoos, which is also a great motivator to get more. He has tattoos all over his arms, his front, his back, some on his neck and on his hands. Except for his ring finger, he keeps this one blank because getting married to a stranger will definitely require some tattoo therapy.

As he looks at you, Ransom can’t help but think that maybe being married won’t be as horrible as he thought it would be. For one, you’re nothing like his parents and hopefully that means the two of you won’t be fighting constantly. You seem very down to earth and sweet, even.

Your parents do most of the talking while you just sit there as you watch and listen to them. Needless to say, you are bored out of your mind and you are freezing. Dresses look cute but they do nothing to keep you warm.

‘’Sorry to interrupt sir, but dinner will be served in a few minutes.’’ Luke, the head of the wait staff, announces.

‘’Thank you. Let’s move this to the dining room then.’’ Everybody stands up and follows your dad, except for you who takes a small detour to your room and then comes to join everybody at the dinner table.

‘’Sweetheart, what are you wearing?’’ Your mom asks as she watches you sit down.

‘’I was cold.’’

‘’I’m sure you have other clothes that could warm you up just as good.’’

‘’I’m sure I do too, but I like this one.’’ You look down at your oversized sweater, the one from this morning, that you put on over your dress.

Ransom has the same sweater, except he doesn’t look as adorable in it as you do.

Oh god, what is happening to him? Cute? Adorable? Those aren’t words he uses. He needs to get his shit together before his dad sniffs out the weakness in him, like a damn bloodhound.

Dinner isn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, it’s mostly just you and your parents talking but it’s not because you haven’t tried on multiple occasions to have the Drysdales join in on the conversation.

You look fondly at your parents as they joke together and tease each other, their eyes full of love then you look across the table to Richard and Linda who can’t even bear to be within arm’s reach of the other. You quickly move your gaze down to your plate as you are filled with worry that this is what’s waiting for you in the very near future.

You are quiet for the remainder of the night only smiling and speaking when it’s expected of you.

Luke comes in with his team, cleaning up the table and offering coffee to everyone.

‘’Tonight’s dessert is a little unconventional but it’s our girl’s favorite.’’ Your father says as he smiles at you.

That catches your attention, making you perk up. ‘’Pete’s chocolate cake?’’

‘’Pete’s chocolate cake.’’ Your dad nods.

You grin, excited.

‘’Pete’s our chef-’’ Your dad starts to explain but you cut him off.

‘’And he makes the best chocolate cake you’ll ever eat.’’

Your father chuckles. ‘’You aren’t even that excited when you see us.’’

‘’Turn yourselves into Pete’s chocolate cake and then we’ll talk.’’

‘’Ha. The unconditional love of a daughter. Doesn’t it feel great, honey?’’

‘’Wonderful.’’ Your mom nods, agreeing with your dad.

You roll your eyes. ‘’You’ll get over it.’’

‘’Maybe we will, maybe we won’t.’’ Your dad answers back.

You look at Ransom who’s sitting directly across from you. ‘’Are your parents also this dramatic? Or is it just mine?’’

Both your parents gasp at the same time. ‘’We’re not dramatic.’’

You’re about to say something else but Luke walks back with plates full of cake. He walks around, giving everyone a slice and keeps you for last.

‘’And the biggest slice for my favorite.’’ Luke winks at you.

‘’Thank you.’’ You grin at him and pick up your fork.

Luke walks out to get the coffee, leaving you with your cake.

‘’Well that was inappropriate.’’ Linda says.

Your mom frowns, slightly confused. ‘’What was?’’

‘’Your employee flirting with your daughter, in front of her future husband nonetheless.’’

You choke on your first bite of cake, covering your mouth with your hand as you start to cough.

‘’Jesus Christ, Linda.’’ Ransom glares at his mom before looking back at you. ‘’Are you ok?’’

You nod, taking a sip of your water.

‘’Luke wasn’t flirting with our daughter. He’s old enough to be her father and he’s been with us since before she was born.’’ Your father quickly answers, your mom rubbing your back to help the food go down.

Luke walks back with the coffee but stops in his tracks as everyone stares at him.

‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’Were you flirting with our daughter?’’ Your dad asks.

‘’Ew. What? No.’’ Luke looks down at you. ‘’I mean no offense but the thought just made my skin crawl.’’

You shake your head no. ‘’No offense taken, my skin did the same thing.’’

‘’I changed her diapers when she was a baby. Flirting with her would be wrong on so many levels.’’ He frowns, clearly offended.

‘’See, Linda?’’ Your dad turns to look at Ransom’s mother.

Luke stays long enough to pour coffee in everyone’s cup and then he is gone.

You envy him for being able to leave the room. You unfortunately have to stay seated but you eat with your face down, embarrassed.

You almost let out a big sigh of relief when the Drysdales announce they are going home.

‘’See you all in two weeks.’’ Your dad waves them goodbye as they walk down the front porch to get to their black SUV parked right in front of the door.

Your dad barely has time to close the door that you’re freaking out. ‘’What the hell was that? What the hell am I marrying into?’’

‘’Sweetheart, it wasn’t that bad.’’ Your mom tries to reassure you. ‘’Ransom is quite handsome, don’t you think? He seems like a good man.’’

‘’Ransom’s not the problem.’’ You point out, heading for the stairs. ‘’Excuse me while I go google how to fake my own death and how to get a brand new identity.’’

‘’Now who’s being dramatic?’’ Your dad says quietly to your mother.

The following two weeks went by in the blink of an eye. To say you are nervous would be the biggest understatement of the year. It all just feels so weird, it makes you confused even. You’re still having a traditional wedding at a church with the big dress, walking down the aisle, having a reception and the whole shebang except the most important thing is missing: love.

You’ve always imagined this day to be very similar except in your mind you were happy and excited, you were marrying the love of your life and he was just as excited as you were. He’d look at you with all the love in the world in his eyes while you walk down the aisle and then you’d tune out the rest of the world so it’d be just the two of you.

You are going to spend hours getting ready for a man who couldn’t care less if you wore a wedding dress or a prison jumpsuit.

Your mom and your three friends that are part of your bridal party are trying to get you excited and motivated but there’s nothing exciting about doing all of this for someone who doesn’t love you. The whole magic that usually comes with a day like this isn’t there and it sucks the energy right out of you. You try to hide it, you don’t want to be a pain in the ass when people are trying to help you do something you’ve agreed to do but you can tell by the look in their eyes that they know how you are truly feeling.

When it’s almost time for you to go get married you ask your mom to help you get in your wedding dress. It’s nothing extravagant, you didn’t want to have all the poofs or the very long train. It’s still beautiful, but it’s more practical than anything else. Once you’re all zipped up, your mother helps you get into your heels and takes a final overall look to make sure everything’s ok. The last thing you need is a wardrobe malfunction halfway down the aisle.

Your mom looks at you through the mirror and smiles. ‘’You look beautiful.’’

You sigh. ‘’Mom…’’

She waves her hand in a dismissive way. ‘’I know, I know.’’

You’ve asked your mom and your dad to not treat this like a real wedding. You don’t want the tears, the emotions, the celebrating as you get ready. This was business, not love. You’re still not sure why you have to go through the whole traditional process but it’s a little too late to ask questions.

There’s a knock on the door. ‘’Can I come in?’’

You look around to make sure everyone’s dressed. ‘’Yes, dad. Come in.’’

A few seconds later, you see your father appear in front of you. He smiles at the sight of you, you look so beautiful but he doesn’t say anything. Like you’ve asked.

‘’Sweetheart, can we at least take one picture of the three of us together? Just one.’’ Your mom asks, a pleading look in her eyes.

‘’Of course, mom.’’

Your friend takes the pictures for you and then it’s time to go. Your mom gives you your bouquet then she walks out, followed by your friends and you and your dad.

You watch them walk down the aisle, holding your father’s arm.

‘’Nervous?’’ He asks, looking at his wife as she takes her place in front.

‘’No. I just want this to be over with.’’

Your cue comes and then it’s your turn to walk down the aisle with your father. You avoid making eye contact as much as you can, focusing instead on not tripping. You avoid looking at Ransom most of all. You know there wouldn’t be any emotion in his eyes as he watches you and that might be enough to make you turn around and run.

‘’I’m proud of you.’’ Your dad whispers to you. ‘’I know you wanted more from life, I wanted more for you too.’’ He covers your hand with his on his arm. ‘’If only we’d had a son too, I could have married him off instead of you and you could have lived the life you deserve.’’

You chuckle silently. ‘’Wouldn’t you want him to have the life he deserves too?’’

‘’You and I both know that your brother would have been a dummy and his best chance at life would be as a house husband.’’

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing.

‘’I really am proud of you. Never forget that.’’ He stares into your eyes as it’s time for him to let go and give you away. ‘’I love you.’’

You smile. ‘’I love you too, dad.’’

He gives you a quick kiss and then you turn around to be facing Ransom.

The officiant starts his speech, addressing the crowd in the room.

‘’You look beautiful.’’ Ransom whispers, leaning slightly forward so that you’d hear him.

You’re a little taken aback by his compliment, but you don’t let it show for too long. ‘’Thank you, so do you.’’

You both give each other a small smile and turn your focus back to the officiant.

Ransom really did look good. His suit fits him to perfection, his beard is neatly trimmed and there isn’t a hair out of place on his head. You quickly notice that he’s not wearing any rings today, allowing you to see a little more of the small tattoos on his fingers. His hands aren’t that much tattooed, but it’s enough to catch your eye.

When it’s time to say your vows, you just repeat whatever the man marrying you says. Neither of you saw the point of writing your own vows when you didn’t even know each other.

Soon after, I dos were exchanged as you put on the rings on the other’s one finger.

‘’I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.’’

Oh, right.

There’s a kiss. Great.

Ransom gives you a very quick and chaste kiss just to ‘’seal the deal’’ before walking you out of the church, as everyone cheered, most of whom are oblivious to what just happened.

The ride to the reception hall is awkward, to say the least. You just keep your focus on the fact that in a few minutes there’ll be food, music and dancing.

Before walking in together, you take a moment to quickly change in a different white dress. This one is more comfortable and easier to move around in.

As you and Ransom walk in, you’re introduced as ‘’Mr. and Mrs.Drysdale’’ and in this moment you finally realize that you really just got married. You’re a married woman. The man sitting next to you is your husband.

The rest of the night is more a party than anything else. There’s no first dance, no speeches. Just food, music and the people you loved. And some strangers, your husband being one of them.

Your father comes over to the table, standing in front of you. ‘’Are you done eating?’’ He asks.

‘’For now. Why?’’

He holds out his hand for you. ‘’I’d like to dance with my daughter.’’

‘’Dad.’’ You sigh.

‘’Don’t ‘’dad’’ me. We’re dancing, come on.’’

‘’Fine.’’ You huff, taking his hand as you stand up.

‘’I know you don’t see all of this as a real wedding, but you are allowed to have some real fun you know.’’

‘’Just focus on not crushing my toes.’’ You shake your head.

‘’Hey! I’m a wonderful dancer.’’ He says, offended.

‘’Oh, really?’’ You look at him. ‘’Want me to ask mom to chime in?’’

‘’Don’t you dare.’’ He glares at you, making you laugh.

‘’That’s what I thought.’’

‘’When did you become so evil?’’

You shrug. ‘’I don’t know, but I like it.’’

‘’I don’t.’’

You laugh some more before the song ends and your mom comes to dance with your dad. You sit back next to Ransom, who looks bored out of his mind.

‘’Do you want to dance?’’ You offer, trying to get him to cheer up even just a little.

‘’Nah, I’m good.’’

You nod and sit back in your chair, watching everyone have fun while you sit next to your pouting husband.

Jake, the son of one of your dad’s friends, comes over with a big smile. ‘’What are you doing sitting? You should be dancing, you love to dance!’’

You glance at Ransom who still looks very much bored and annoyed. ‘’Is it ok if I go dance?’’ You don’t know why you ask him for permission, but you feel like you have to.

‘’I don’t care.’’ He shrugs.

What a ray of fucking sunshine.

You roll your eyes, take off your heels and follow Jake on the dancefloor. You dance, jump around and sing at the top of your lungs with your friends. Having a blast for the first time in weeks.

‘’What’s your husband doing?’’ One of your bridesmaids asks.

‘’I don’t know, probably looking at divorce attorneys.’’ You shrug and keep dancing.

Ransom is way too busy watching you dance to be on his phone. You look like you’re having the time of your life and it almost makes him smile but then he remembers the conversation he had with his dad while you were dancing with yours and the urge to smile quickly fades away.

Richard had come over to remind his son that this was business and he needed to act like it.

‘’Stop with the smiles, the ‘’you look beautiful’’ and ‘’are you ok?’’. I raised you better than this. Emotions are weaknesses, are you weak?’’

Ransom had shook his head no.

‘’Speak up.’’

‘’No, sir.’’

‘’Then fucking act like it.’’

When you asked him to dance, he wanted to say yes. He wanted to have fun like everybody else and not make this marriage more miserable than it has to be but he doubts dancing would be allowed by his father. Having fun even less.

But now as he watches you dance with your friends and this guy who keeps flirting with you, he decides that his dad can eat shit.

Ransom stands up, takes off his jacket and tie, and puts them both on the back of his chair. As he walks over to you, he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and stands behind you to face Jake.

‘’Do you mind if I steal my wife?’’ He asks Jake, but he really doesn’t care about the answer.

You turn around surprised to see Ransom on the dancefloor. ‘’What are you doing?’’

‘’I’d like to dance with my wife, at my wedding.’’ He says, offering you his hand.

You take it and let him lead you away from Jake. The music changes for a slower song just as Ransom stops walking. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You put your arms around his neck and slowly move to the beat.

‘’I thought you didn’t want to dance.’’

‘’I don’t but Jake was getting a little too handsy and people were staring. I just wanted to keep up appearances.’’ A lie that he intends on using again with his dad when Richard gives him yet another speech about how Ransom should be acting or what he should be doing.

‘’Jake wasn’t being handsy.’’ You frown.

Ransom laughs. ‘’Yeah right.’’

‘’It’s true.’’

Ransom looks down at you. ‘’You do know he’s in love with you, right?’’

Your eyes widen and you almost stop dancing. ‘’He’s absolutely not.’’

‘’Oh princess, he really is.’’

You shake your head. ‘’What makes you say that?’’

‘’The way he looks at you, the way he touches you, the way he’s been staring at me since we started dancing like he’s trying to come up with a way to kill me right here, right now and get away with it.’’

‘’He’s just protective of me, he’s like my big brother.’’

‘’A big brother that wants to have sex with you.’’

‘’Ew.’’ Your face twists with disgust.

‘’It’s true.’’ Ransom chuckles.

‘’You don’t know him.’’

‘’But I know men, being one and all.’’ He looks at Jake then back at you. ‘’I’m telling you. The longer we dance together, the angrier he’s going to get. Just watch.’’

After a few songs, Jake is still watching you and as predicted by Ransom, he looks pissed as hell.

‘’Damn it, you were right.’’ You say after Ransom spun you around so you could look at Jake without being too obvious.

Before another song could start, the DJ announces that the cake is now being served.

‘’Finally!’’

‘’You really love cake, don’t you?’’ Ransom asks as he laughs and takes your hand to get back to your seats.

‘’It’s my favorite thing.’’

As you both sit down, you pout after noticing that your table was cake-less.

‘’I’m the bride, shouldn’t I get a slice before anyone else?’’ You ask, offended.

Ransom chuckles. ‘’I think that only applies to birthday cakes.’’

‘’It should apply to all cakes.’’

Ransom looks at you, amused. His smile disappears the second he makes eye contact with his dad who’s glaring at him as angrily as Jake did when he danced with you.

As you finally get your slice of cake, you notice that Ransom’s attitude has changed yet again. You don’t ask questions, instead choosing to pretend like you haven’t noticed.

You leave the reception hall around 2 am. You follow Ransom into the SUV that’s been waiting for you to take you to your brand new home. It’s a weird feeling to think about going home and that home isn’t where you’ve lived your entire life.

A brand new life started for you the moment Ransom put the ring on your finger. New husband, new last name, new home. You’ve known this day would come since you were a child but it’s still hard to believe that it actually happened.

You wish Ransom good night before disappearing into your room. He might be your husband but he’s still a stranger and you’re most definitely not sleeping in the same bed as him.

As the door to your room closes, the door to your new life opens and you realize that there's no going back.

CHAPTER TWO

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annathesillyfriend · 3 years

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Anna's May Fic Recs Part II

Welcome to my May fic recommendations masterpost (part II)!! Once again I was overwhalmed with how many amazing stories I was able to read the past two weeks. The amount of talented authors on this hellsite is just mindblowing 🤯🤯

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

MARVEL

✨Steve Rogers✨

Good girl @syntheticavenger

one-shot, 18+, trucker!steve

Underwater by @sweetlyscared

one-shot, 18+, endgame!steve 😠

Recording by @/jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, i think you can guess by the title 😉

Code blue by @bonky-n-steeb

one-shot, 18+, oof 🥵

✨Bucky Barnes✨

Milestone by @itsapeterthing

one-shot, avenger!reader

Say yes by @/itsapeterthing

one-shot, 1940's!bucky x rogers!reader

Night hours by @sinner-as-saint

one-shot, 18+, mob!au

The midnight coconuts by @bitsandbobsandstuff

one-shot, late night grocery runs with buck

Peaches and cream by @river-soul

one-shot, 18+ (no actual smut but a lot of induendos), this is so fun!!

Point of view by @forever-rogue

one-shot, it's just ✨so lovely✨

Play pretend (part 2) by @wkemeup

two-shot, 18+, first part sex pollen, over all mutual pining,

Wine and dine by @witchysoldier

one-shot, 18+, roommate!bucky

Nobody does it like you do by @/ritesofreverie

one-shot, 18+, divorced!dilf!bucky, onlyfans!reader but also neighbour!reader

No other shade of blue by @sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, so much angst but just so beautiful

Take me seaside (for my health) by @/sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, friends to lovers, buck takes care of sick reader

Sweetest downfall by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, memory loss, a lot of heartache on my side but so worth it!

Winter and hope by @jobean12-blog

one-shot, this is so sweet you guys 🥺🥺

Moving day by @/jobean12-blog

one-shot, 18+, moving in with buck 😌😌

Language barier by @galaxy-barnes

one-shot from Nothing but trouble universe, 18+, absolutely wonderful OFC

Dreamland by @blissfullybarnes

series, avenger!reader, get your tissues!

Trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy

series, 18+, fuckboy!bucky, college!au, if you want to have you heart ripped out then this one's for you :')

✨Stucky✨

Turn the light down low by @slyyywriting

one-shot, 18+, bucky x reader x steve, some limousine action 😏

✨Sam Wilson✨

The whole Sammy sunday tag by @ritesofreverie

collection of all thing Sam, each one better than the last

✨Helmut Zemo✨

Twice by @mypoisonedvine

series, 18+, professor!zemo

✨Peter Parker✨

FBI agent by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, onlyfans!reader

Challenge accepted by @stuckonspidey

one-shot, 18+, 🥵

Just friends - collaboration between @emmastarz and @cherrytholland

two-shot (part two in the making), the big three: best friend!peter, friends to lovers, ANGST :)))

✨Joaquin Torres✨

Chasing pavements by @mischiefmanaged71

one-shot, slowburn, stark!reader

Doodles by @anna-phora

one-shot, soulmate!au 🥺🥺

Wrong house, right time by @hairringtonsteve

one-shot, our boy comes to the rescue in the times of trouble

✨Wanda Maximoff✨

Mine by @buckybarnesplumwhore

one-shot, 18+, black!reader, jealous!wanda

HOLLAND & Co.

✨Tom Holland✨

Birthday, interrupted by @worldoftom

one-shot, 18+, uni!tom x uni!reader, oh man, i hope you have the fire house on speed dial bc this is pure 🔥🔥

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

series, 18+, neighbour!tom, friends to lovers, fwb, so much angst *chef's kiss*

A royal convenience by @poetrcy

series, prince!tom x princess!reader, might be my favourite royal!au I've ever read

The way home by @hollandsmoose

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Supercluster by @wizkiddx

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Mornings in Italy by @heavenlyholland

one-shot, morning, Italy and Tom just belong in one sentence 😌

Dirty reflection by @wazzupmrstark

one-shot, 18+, mirror mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all? (it's y/n and tom)

Who would've thought by @multiholland

one-shot, frat!tom

Crash course by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, 18+, bi!musician!reader, childhood friends to lovers

Stuck with(out) you by @duskholland

one-shot, follow up to Settle, 18+, mob!tom, pregnant!reader, the best mob!au fic ever!!

Long distance by @sunshinehollandd

one-shot, just 🥺🥺

Jinkies (part 2) by @madmadmilk

two-shot, 18+ in part two, this is so wholesome, please just read it

Night changes by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, 18+, fwb, fake dating, all the fun stuff, there's part two in the making!!!

Midnight kisses by @/mcumendes

one-shot, best friends to lovers!!! 😌

✨Harry Holland✨

This fic by @peterplanet

one-shot, 18+, just yes

Cabin fever by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, friends to lovers 😫😫 so good

Roll with the feeling by @unsaidholland

one-shot, rich kid!harry

✨Harrison Osterfield✨

Fevers and tea by @thegirlintheswivelchair

one-shot, friends to lovers, taking care of sick haz 🥺🥺 so adorable

Between tulips and blue eyes by @mcumendes

one-shot, flower shop!au 🌷🌷

Lucky strike by @soft-haz

one-shot, rich kid!harrison x rich kid!reader

OTHERS

✨Harry Styles✨

Bright and Blooming by @havethetimeofyourstyles

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers

✨Ransom Drysdale✨

Pledge Week by @the-iceni-bitch

series, 18+, Ransom and his girl are celebrating his birthday week 🎉

✨Andy Barber✨

Yes, Mrs Barber by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, husband!andy

Holly by @uncafeavecbarnes

one-shot, 18+, domestic bliss 😌

Sundress season by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, ex!husband andy 🥵

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #joaquin torres x reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #andy barber x reader #anna's fic rec #fic recs #may fic recs

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Murder, He Wrote

Part 7

Summary: Ransom makes good on his promise and your parents arrive for dinner. But then, you discover something that brings your entire world shattering down around you once more…

Warnings: Bad language words. MATURE (NSFW 18+) NON-CON situation, kidnap and violence. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THOSE TRIGGER… READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Pairing: DARK! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: So here it is, the last chapter to this series! I can’t believe all this spun from @jtargaryen18‘s Halloween challenge last year, and here we are 6 months later! Of course, I’d love to thank my writing partner from the earlier chapters, but sadly she’s no longer on Tumblr. Without her none of this would have been possible. I love you SG wherever you are. Thank you to everyone who has read and engaged so far and I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing. The Epilogue will follow next week and trust me, you do NOT want to miss that!!

In this, the reader has a sister, however feel free to interpret the Y/S/N element as sibling instead, if that appeals to you.

Word Count: 8.5k (I’m sorry I don’t do short fics, really I am!!)

READ THE WARNINGS!!!! This is a DARK Series… don’t @ me if you can’t follow simple instructions and end up with butt-hurt. And if you’re under 18…get off my blog.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and by writing it does NOT mean I agree with or condone the acts contained within. This fiction is classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Murder, He Wrote Masterlist // Main Masterlist.

Part 6

“Will you relax?” Ransom drawled from where he sat, sprawled back on the sofa in the main lounge of the house, his denim clad legs crossed at the ankles, his black cashmere sweater torso melting against the cushions. “It’s just your parents, what’s the big deal?” You weighed your reply but instead smiled, he couldn't possibly understand. He wouldn't. "Let me just have this moment, please." He looked at you, his eyebrow arched before he scoffed, “whatever, Sweetheart. But if you’re gonna keep pacing up and down, can you do it in the hallway? The wood flooring is a lot more hardwearing.” With a roll of your eyes you left the lounge, wringing your hands together. This was the first time in months you'd be seeing your parents and it wasn't lost on you the charade you'd have to keep up despite wanting to somehow plea for a rescue. It was also worrying how they were going to react. Especially following the call you’d made a week or so ago, just before New Year’s Eve.

When you’d dialled the number you knew off by heart, your mother had answered. And upon hearing your voice she had shrieked and then the line had gone quiet until your father had spoken your name with a trembling voice. You’d been unable to answer straight away, your own voice catching, before a sob had burst from your throat and the tears had poured down your face. You’d managed a few, choked words of apologies until Ransom had pushed himself up from the seat he had been perched in, silently observing. He curled his arm over your shoulder, giving you a squeeze as you composed yourself. Eventually, you’d managed to calm yourself down and thankfully your dad hadn’t asked too many questions but had accepted your invite to dinner.

And now, here you were, nervously awaiting their arrival.

It wasn’t lost on you that, in their eyes, the fact you had cut them off was your decision, not forced on you by the man you were now sharing a bed with. And that was your other worry, you had no idea how he was going to behave. If Ransom showed your family the same contempt he displayed to his own, your dad wasn’t the type of man who would stand for it. And then what? But you had zero time to think on it as the doorbell rang. Your heart leapt to your throat and your stomach turned acidic. Ransom poked his head out of the lounge and looked at you expectantly, like you were to answer. Adjusting your sweater dress for the millionth time, you walked to the front door and reached for the knob with a shaky hand. You steeled your nerves and blinked hard to dissipate the tears, and opened the door. For the first time in months you looked back into the familiar eyes of your parents. Your mom’s face was pinched, as if she was chewing the inside of her cheeks and as you glanced to your dad you already noticed the daggers he was shooting at the man behind you. To anyone else it would be enough to make them quake in their shoes, but not Ransom. “Mom, Dad.” Your voice sounded alien as you spoke quietly, your fingers grabbing at the bottom of your sleeves as one of Ransom’s hands curled over your shoulder. "Y/N," your dad replied, and the awkwardness officially set in.

"Aren't you going to invite them in, Sweetheart?" Ransom's voice made you jump a bit.

"Yes, please, come in," you stepped aside for them to enter. "Welcome to, erm, our home."

Calling it that felt all sorts of wrong, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. Besides, it wasn’t like you could call it what it was, your prison. Your father stepped inside followed by your mother, the foyer now feeling a little crowded. Your mother was quick to pull you in for a hug. But it was brief and not the way she used to hug you, no, this hug felt like it came from a stranger. Your dad’s embrace, however, was everything you remembered. Safety, strength and love and you felt yourself melt into his arms, choking back a sob as you pressed your face into his chest. "We appreciate you coming to dinner," Ransom spoke, breaking the embrace you shared with your father. "It's nice to finally meet you both. I'm Ransom." Your dad looked at you as you nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes as he looked to Ransom. “We know who you are. With the news, the papers and Y/N's article, we've probably become more acquainted than you're aware.” He spoke calmly but cooly, gripping Ransom’s outstretched hand with a less than friendly shake, one that would make a lesser man wince. Instead, you saw what you thought was a flicker of amusement on Ransom's face before your dad released his hand and you introduced your mother. She didn’t offer her hand. Instead she gave a sniff and took a deep breath, getting straight to the point as she always did. “Well, this is all very nice and everything but what the hell do you think you’re playing at, Y/N? You disappeared with no trace, we thought you were dead, and then we find out you're not. Instead you’re, with him, choosing not to contact us or speak to us? Forgive me for the brash and abrupt approach, but before we sit down for dinner, we deserve some answers.” Her voice gathered pace and volume as she continued to rail at you, telling you how worried and sick the entire family had been, how thanksgiving and Christmas without you had been awful and whatever else she had on her mind as she spewed her words at you, her face an eyes blazing with anger. You felt sick, never had you meant for any of this to happen, clearly. And you'd secretly hoped Ransom would have seen the devastation he'd caused by his actions, however you knew that was an ill-fated hope just as well. You struggled to speak, the words jumbling around in your head and your mouth bone dry. "I'm so sorry," Ransom sighed. "Why don't we come into the lounge and have a drink or two and we can talk all about it? I know that Y/N was looking forward to your visit and clearing the air."

He looked at you as he ushered towards the lounge, a hidden smugness to his face that only you could detect. He thought he'd just played the hero, the prince saving his distressed princess. “Good idea,” your dad nodded, his hand gently on the base of your mother’s spine, “come on, Honey.” “Straight down, second on your right.” Ransom informed as your parents headed off a little ahead of you.

“Now, remember, what you tell them has to match what you said to Blanc.” Ransom took your hand in his and spoke quietly as you both began to follow your parents. “I. Know.” You grit though your teeth and jerked your hand free of his. He stopped dead and turned to face you, and for the first time ever you saw something akin to fear on his face, you were resisting that much anger. “Y/N...” he started but you shook your head. “You have no idea how much you’ve hurt them or me do you? That or you simply still don’t care.” You hissed before you took a deep breath and drew yourself up tall. “But, we’ll just go in there, spin a load of more lies and that’s it, all done isn’t it?” He blinked before his jaw set and he shook his head. “I’m warning you...” “What else is new?” You sighed. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything and I’ll still be here when they leave.” You stepped a pace or two in front of him and entered the lounge. Your parents were sitting on the couch you'd become very familiar with while Ransom moved straight for the drink cart. "Mr. Y/L/N, can I interest you in a top shelf scotch?" "Mom," you said softly as the conversation between your dad and Ransom faded out, "Ransom and I have a great white wine if you'd like or..." "Scotch is fine," she interrupted you, a stone cold look to her disappointed face. Ransom served the drinks, handing you your preferred wine with a kiss to your head. You watched how your parents interacted with him, the way your father watched every calculated step, the way your mother shot daggers in the two of you as you sat opposite them on the love seat. You leaned forward so as to move a bit away from Ransom, however, he was quick to put his arm over the back of the love seat, his hand able to still touch you. “So, erm, how’s....” “Your sister? Nanna? Granddad? Who would you like to start with?” Your mom took a sip of her drink and you dropped your eyes, your gaze focussed on your hands as they rubbed together.

"I'm sorry, okay?” You stuttered, shaking your head. “I know you’re angry and upset and you have every right to be but... I didn’t do any of this on purpose.” “That detective man, Blanc, and the police... they said you didn’t want us to know where you were...” “I didn’t.” You choked on the lie a little. “My head was a mess and...” you sniffed as you felt Ransom’s fingers graze the skin on the back of your neck as you looked at your mom. “Mom, please, please don't make tonight continue with vicious jabs and vile glares. I'm sorry, to you, to everyone. I was...." you stopped and centred yourself. "I was lost and I didn't know what to do." "Why don't we just get this out of the way then maybe we can move on with our evening?" Ransom suggested and your father nodded in shocking agreement. "Let's let her explain, Dear. She said she made a mistake and there were good reasons she couldn't come to us, I'm sure. Let's just hear her out." Your father was always the more sensible one. You mother took a shaky breath and looked at you and you swallowed before you started to talk, the lie you had rehearsed in your head slipping from your lips. “I erm, I was having a bit of trouble at work and everything just got too much and... well, I don’t know what happened, a breakdown or whatever,” you took a deep breath, “I just needed to get away, from everything.” “Including us?” Your mom asked and you shook your head. “I wasn’t thinking straight, I just...” "You know, it doesn’t matter what you say to explain because frankly, I won't understand but I do hope that you never have to experience what we went through. Ever." She deadpanned. "I do believe that is my fault, Mrs. Y/L/N. I encouraged her approach and didn't discourage the fact that she wasn't contacting you or anyone she was close with." Ransom sighed, feigning concern for your parents.

You knew what he was doing, the Master Manipulator was coming out in him and you knew there was no going back, no. It was as if Ransom said 'challenge accepted' in winning your parents over. Just, so you assumed, the night would end and you'd be happy in his arms and they'd never think twice about your brief disappearance again. “We hadn’t been seeing each other that long, and my reputation isn’t the greatest. But I should have put my own concerns aside and seen that the way we were going about things was wrong and I should have insisted she reached out. You see, me and my family aren’t close and I sometimes forget that we’re the ones that aren’t normal.” "We hadn't known she was seeing anyone," your mum stated. She was out with her claws, not going to let Ransom nor you off so easily.

"Well, I'm not like Y/S/N, Mom. I don't just bring home whomever I'm taking to bed that month." You'd said it before you could stop it. Never had you said something like that before about your sister, nor spoken to your mother like that. And you didn't miss the twitch of a smirk to the corner of Ransom's lips, telling you he was a bit proud. Surely, you didn't want him to be rubbing off on you in that way. "I'm sorry, that wasn't how I meant it. I just knew I had to be more careful in sharing everything. Like he said, he's not got the best rap, but, after my interview on him, well I guess I just found him intriguing and-“ “Ah, yes," your father now spoke up, cutting you off, “the smear and redact. Believe me, Ransom, we're very familiar with your reputation and our daughter's initial thoughts on you. Which is why you can see how we were a little surprised, once the initial shock of her supposed death wore off, that the two of you were... together." “I understand.” Ransom nodded. “And I would feel the same in your shoes. But, well, I guess after the interview things just kind of spiralled from there. I don’t really know how it happened myself, to be honest, I’m just glad it did.” As if he was sealing the deal, he leaned toward you and pressed his lips to your temple. You sighed and gave him a smile. This bastard was smug enough to start shifting the tone in the room with a metaphorical snap of his fucking fingers and you watched it work on your parents. The ice slowly melting away, the glacial peak softening around your mother. And then the metaphorical snap became a real one as he moved his arm from round you, clicked the fingers of both hands and then slapped his left palm with the underside of his right fist with a flourish as he flashed a smile round the room. “Okay, so....who’s hungry?”

Your parents both raised their eyebrows and as your mom looked at your dad, you saw him shake his head ever so slightly and she took a deep breath, before she turned back to Ransom and you, a small smile on her face. “Dinner sounds great.” "Sweetheart, after you," Ransom politely shifted to the side so you could rise and lead the way. He turned back to your parents, "we wanted to make sure we were able to spend as much time together without the chore of preparing and cleaning up after so we had dinner brought in. Y/N had it all set just before you arrived." You shot him a glare as you moved by him, your mother and father behind you, Ransom pulling up the rear. Sure enough, still warm and catered were four place settings at the table in the large dining room across and down a bit from the lounge. Your parents sat down across the table from where you and Ransom stood, silver dome lids obscuring your eyeline as you sat. Oddly, you'd never eaten in the dining room before. It was your room in the basement, the kitchen table or the coffee table in the lounge. Red wine and cutlery were already set along with water. Your parents and Ransom set their scotch glasses near the wine. Your dad arched an eyebrow at the ostentatious nature of it all and you caught his gaze as he gave you a kneeling smirk. With a laugh, you realized that someone should at least remove the lids, and since you were the host, you rose from your chair and bent over the table a little, reaching for the knobs of their domes. You stacked them together and sat back down, pulling yours and Ransom's as you went.

As you settled down to eat, your parents both complimented the food before a little silence fell as you all ate, the occasional clanking of cutlery against the porcelain plates ringing out across the large room. Ransom made a few comments here and there about the food from the company you’d ordered from being good, as usual, your parents agreeing before a light conversation struck up about the holidays and various other mundane topics, all as if you were close and the conversation prior hadn't happened. Like it was a regular Sunday family dinner. All the time, you spotted your parents growing more and more comfortable with the situation, and you felt yourself relax a little, hoping and praying that things would keep amicable.

And then, after another spell of silence you heard your mother clear her throat. "So, Ransom, what is you do? I never gathered that from…well, from…” she trailed off and Ransom took a dep breath. “To be honest with you, Mrs. Y/L/N, not a great deal until recently. Just another way Y/N managed to help me change my life around." He looked at you with appreciation. "She made me see that living my life riding off people’s coat tails wasn’t really anything to be proud of.” He paused to take a sip of his scotch before he cut another piece of his steak. “Now I’m writing. I have a couple of things on the go and a few from my grandfather that he never finished so, hopefully, they’ll take off.” This bastard! You could not believe the bullshit that so easily sprang from his mouth. It was fascinating and yet absolutely disgusting at once. You found yourself convinced, and not for the first time, that he actually believed the shit he talked. "What's your book about, if you don’t mind me asking?" You father queried, after swallowing down his steak with his wine, saving his scotch for after. “Not at all,” Ransom swallowed his food. “Another area I’ve taken inspiration from, it’s based on a private detective.” He gave a chuckle. “I’ll be handing out a lot of royalties and dedications at this rate.” "Just a private detective?" You pressed, having wondered yourself as he'd told you once before you were an inspiration. He looked at you, smirking a little. “I’ve told you, Princess, I’ll let you read it when the first draft is done.”

Your father eyed you as Ransom spoke of pet names and inspirations. Your eyes flitted away from his gaze, entertaining Ransom's portion of the conversation but you found them quickly fluttering back to those kind eyes that matched yours. At that point, your dad shot you a sweet father-like wink before clearing his throat and speaking. "So, let's not beat around the obvious, this is awkward." He paused to emphasize his point. "I'll just come right out with it. What could your future intentions be with my daughter?"

"Jesus Christ, Dad!" You surely hadn't seen that coming. Ransom blinked a little before he cleared his throat. “I’ll keep her as long as I can, Sir.”

At that, his hand curled over your knee, giving a gentle squeeze and you took a deep breath, drawing your back up straight as his hand gently started to trail further up towards your thigh, fingers still hot on your skin through the layer of your thick tights. You cleared your throat, and moved a little, and Ransom removed his hand, a smirk blatantly evident on his face.

“Good to know.” Your dad reached for his wine again, a teasing smile on his face. “I mean the lease has gone on her apartment now and we turned her room into a gym the moment she moved out.”

“Oh purlease!” Your mom scoffed, “a gym. By that he means he has a rowing machine and a bunch of weights that serve as nothing more than expensive door stops.”

At that Ransom gave a full belly laugh, his head tipping back with just the right amount of humour. Not too much to appear fake, but enough to seem like the exchange had genuinely amused him. He almost had you fooled too.

Bastard.

The rest of the dinner past with fairly amicable chat, the ice well and truly broken. Ransom and your father struck up a pleasant conversation about football and then baseball, Ransom confessing that he hadn’t been following either sport much recently but also nodding when your dad suggested that perhaps they could catch a game sometime soon, in a bar. At that you had smirked into your glass, as you knew the thought of going to a place surrounded by a load of loud, drunken members of the public would be Ransom’s idea of hell. The idea that he might just have to follow through on your promise amused you, a lot.

Eventually, your parents both announced that they should be going, and the warmth and happiness that had descended on you began to slowly seep away as you hugged them both good bye. As they headed down to their car, you stifled down a sob as you waved them away, realising you had no idea when you’d be seeing them again. That was on Ransom, for him to decide when and if you deserved it.

But, you’d played his game. You’d behaved. He said he wanted you to trust him, to be content with him. Surely, he would realise that this was the happiest you’d been since he snatched you, and if you continued to behave then he would have no reason to keep you from seeing them for so long again.

With a sigh you turn away from the door and step back inside, Ransom just behind you. You stopped and waited for him to close the door and lock it. He gave you a little twitch of a smile.

“Well, that wasn’t as painful as I expected.”

You rolled your eyes.

"You were great, Sweetheart."

"Yeah, well, you won them over. I doubt they suspected anything by the time they left." Your words didn't cut him, they cut you. You cleared your throat and shook your head, "anyway, I'm going to go clean up. I'll meet you upstairs."

"What, no 'thank you'?" He piqued.

You turned back to him, "Thank you, Ransom. For allowing my parents to come over."

“That wouldn’t be sarcasm, now would it?” He arched a brow, his arms folding across his chest.

"Oh, no, not at all," you overly pouted, stepping up to him, running your hands over his chest to seal your own sarcastic ploy.

His hands were quick to grab your wrists and oddly there was an air of excitement to your eyes.

“What on earth is there to possibly be sarcastic about?” You continued and he scoffed.

“It’s a good thing I kinda like your sass.”

You simply quirk your eyebrows and give a small shrug before attempting to turn away. However, Ransom still had a hold of your wrists and he kept you rooted near by.

“Ransom, what...”

“Leave the dishes, the maid comes tomorrow. I pay her enough, she can deal with it.”

You scoffed, “you’re such an asshole.”

"Come to bed with me," he asked more than suggested.

Since your little tryst in his precious car a week ago, he'd been far more touchy-feely, needy even. And in your eyes, Ransom Drysdale didn't do needy. However, this neediness served a purpose. You were able to keep him soft in all but one place, manipulating his needs for your own.

“You want me to come to bed with you?” You playfully quipped, cocking your head to one side.

“You want me to beg or something, Y/N?” His voice lowered as he narrowed his eyes. “Because I can make it a demand not a request.”

“Not beg, no.” You ignored his threat. “But a please wouldn’t go amiss.”

His controlling hands moved your arms around his neck before they fell away to your waist. His forehead bent into yours and his nose brushed against the tip of your own. "Please, come to bed with me, baby," he whispered against you.

You were smirking inside as his lips met yours in a deep kiss, his tongue gently flicking through your lips and sliding against yours.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

It was a quick swoop, one that completely caught you off guard as he pulled you off your feet, his arm around your back while the other was hooked under your legs. His lips were on yours as he carried you to the staircase, not ever missing a beat or step, his tongue gliding over yours as he walked.

You didn't know how the two of you had made it up to your bedroom, and without incident but, the next thing you knew, you were led flat over your bed, his body caging you in.

“You said I did well.” You looked at him and he blinked, his brow furrowing a little. “How well?”

Silently as you waited, hoping he would take the bait.

And he did.

“Very well.” his eyes searched yours and you bit your lip.

“Well enough for me to see them again?”

"If you want, maybe lunch with your mother," he answered, kissing over your jaw and down your neck between each phrase.

You stilled, shock hitting your system and just how easily he had offered that up, you hadn’t even had to try. Noticing your change in body language Ransom paused and looked at you. “What? Don’t you want to?”

“No, I mean yes, of course I do. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that. I mean...” you stopped yourself short of saying what you had been about to, that you were his damned prisoner and until a week or so ago hadn’t left the grounds at all in months. You swallowed as Ransom sighed.

"Trust, remember, baby," he leaned back on his knees between your legs. "Call her in a couple of days, set up lunch."

“And you trust me to do that?” You swallowed. “No stupid tricks or mind games?”

"I won't be far behind." There it was, the stipulation. That silent warning heeding a tone left unsaid. “That said, I’m kinda hoping we’re past the point of me having to remind you about certain things to make you come back.”

"I understand."

Ransom shook his head, licking his lips. “No, I don’t think you do.”

There was a tone of sadness almost to his voice and you watched him, his eyes locked onto yours and then you understood.

This went right back to the core of all this. He wanted you to want to come back. Not to simply do it because you have to. It was the ever present chink in his armour, the one thing you’d been able to exploit.

And, if you were being totally honest, could more than likely learn to live with the situation if you could have some kind of grasp and control, because that’s what this was about. That ever present power struggle and desperation he has within him to be more than people simply assumed him to be.

In a twisted way, you were almost proud to see the difference in his behaviour over the last few months was insurmountable. Whether that was directly down to you or not, you couldn’t be sure, but something had made him tap into that part of himself that could show reasonableness, rationality and, dare you suggest it, compassion.

Whilst you knew you’d never forget how he had taken you, against your will, or the pain and violence he had inflicted upon your body, maybe, in time, you could forgive.

Because he simply hadn’t known any better.

"I'm not going anywhere," you spoke softly, sitting up to caress his cheek. His evening stubble scratched at your palm.

His eyes squinted shut, holding back an emotional response to her promise. There was so much he wanted to say but he couldn't. He physically could not bring the words out from his throat. So he did what he had always done, or thought he could, and that was to show her. Show her what he wanted to say. His lips pressed into the palm of her hand and as her fingers rubbed along his ear and behind his head, his lips travelled the length of the soft skin of her forearm until he pressed a delicate kiss to the crook of her elbow.

Turning his head, he caught her lips in a soft kiss which grew deeper as he pressed his body into hers, grinding his hardness against her groin. He felt the exhale from her nose against his cheek as his tongue muted the groan from her throat. His free hand skated up her thigh, to the hem of her sweater dress, bunching it in his fist. At that point, her hand gently wrapped around his wrist and he stopped, pulling away to look at her, his brow creased in puzzlement.

“Let me.” She whispered.

He swallowed hard and gave a short nod. She sat up and he leant back as she did, her hand against his chest, guiding him how she wanted him. As her hands fiddled with his flies, his eyes never left hers. When she tugged on the waistband of his jeans, he raised his hips slightly to allow her to pull them down, taking his boxers with them and he gave a slight sigh at the relief his rock hard dick was now free from it’s constraints.

“Feel good?” She smirked at the sound he made.

He nodded, “yes”, his voice gruff and gravelly.

No sooner had she said it, she’d taken him in her mouth. Instinctively, he bucked upwards, his hands settling in her hair, head falling back against the pillow as he hissed.

When his hips rutted upwards a second time, she moved back, releasing him with a pop and he glanced down at her, his face full of frustration but she simply smirked at him.

“Stop moving."

The control of the situation wasn't his, it was hers and he was fully aware of it as she changed her pace, quick-quick-slow and if he squirmed she stopped.

A roll of his balls between her hand made him shudder. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, “fuck, Y/N!”

She responded by taking him to the back of her throat, and the noise that came from his was halfway between a growl and a whimper as it stumbled from his mouth.

On and on this went, and every time she brought him to the edge and he couldn’t control his movements she stopped. It was a delicious torture, but one he was fast reaching his limit with.

“Fuck, baby, I…” his hands raked through her hair as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, her tongue pressing against the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He moaned loudly, “I gotta…”

"No," she purred, kitten licking the slit in his head, the precum dripping onto her tongue. Her lips enclosed over him again, short bobs until she was making long strides at deep throating him.

She squealed as his hands tightened around her hair, squeezing at the strands to pull her back but she kept her pace, his hips giving way to a violent thrust to the back of her throat as he came hard, his spend shooting deep, coating her inside. His chest heaved as he came down from his high, not letting up on his grip until he was done trembling in euphoria.

Then in a beat he flipped her to her back and hand his hands over the waistband of her tights, "that wasn't smart, Sweetheart," he growled.

His eyes flashed in challenge as she giggled and whispered, "I thought it was."

The force of him tearing her tights as he pulled them away from her legs bothered neither of them, her thin panties soaked and leaving a wet trail down her leg as he removed them, had him salivating.

"You think it's funny? I'm gonna see how you like it," he challenged.

Ransom wasted no time in taking a fast swipe at her leaking cunt with his tongue and Y/N cried out as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen and throbbing clit. Her hands went straight to his hair, her knees practically boxing his ears as she curled her body towards his ample assault.

His long arm slid up her body, over her tummy between her beasts as his splayed his fingers open across her skin, trying to press her back into the mattress. As she complied, she gave a gripping tug to his longer locks and Ransom emitted an elicit growl against her pussy.

"Jesus Christ," she cried out, the sound sweet in his ears.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he spoke against just above her mounded flesh, whilst his fingers sought a wet refuge. He wasted no time in sliding two in, middle and ring fingers, slipping in a first, then second knuckle deep then scissoring inside her until they were all the way in.

His lips curled around her clit as hers had done to his head, humming over the bud of pleasure, a pressure she nearly exploded over.

"Oh, no, you don't get to do that yet," he stated firmly. The command made her twitch under him, her breath audibly hitching in her chest. "You're gonna cum on my cock as I fill that pussy up."

"Fuck, Ransom, please," she begged.

"It's not funny now is it?" He slipped away from her body, sitting back on his heels and removed his own sweater. "Get naked, Princess."

He watched as she struggled to strip of the heavy sweater dress she wore, a stark difference to the fearful prize he had to himself months ago. Now she was his and he loved every single moment of it. From her sassy, smart mouth to the way she took his dick on demand. Ransom slipped his pants away, the two of them both naked and awaiting what was next. He wanted to flip her onto her tummy, rail her from behind while she took it on her hands and knees, keening at him as he thrust into her.

But instead, he spread her legs wide and slotted his thick cock between her legs, her ankles locking around his narrow hips as he thrust in and gave a naughty twist of his hips. Slow, deep, nasty ruts into her core bounced her tits just a little and he found the wanton cries of her need to be enticing enough to lap at her nipples and breasts, licking and nipping at her skin. Grinding into her as he licked and kissed his way up her neck to that spot that made her cave in at the base of her jaw, jointed just below her ear.

Her hands wound their way into his hair again and she gripped the strands, giving a pull back, restraining his neck a bit before she let up, allowing his head to drop a pinch.

Chills covered his sweat sheened skin as she whispered, "harder" into his ear. His body quivered and his stomach fluttered.

"Fuck, yes." He pulled out and flipped her to her tummy, like he'd wanted to do before. "On your knees, baby. Let me see that pussy."

She positioned like he demanded, a little sway of her hips telling him she was ready. A swift spank to her rounded ass and she cried out as he slammed home.

"Oh, baby," she mewled as he filled her from behind, bruising fingertips pressing into her hips.

Her lips praising him, using his nickname for her on him ignited a fire in his belly, his hips snapping harshly against her, his balls slapping against her clit. But it wasn't his pace and the pressure building in his body that was causing him to bury deep inside her, his head rubbing that g-spot that was making her moan filthy words. No, it was the look she gave as she turned her head to just peer over her should the same minute he was throbbing to cum inside her.

"I'm...fuck, fucking cum, baby girl," he whimpered, desperately holding back so she could cream over his cock.

And cum she did, her pulsating walls gripping him in a tight squeeze as she pulled him in with a force, literally crying out his name as she came. Her body practically convulsing in pleasure as he filled her up with his seed. The two of them collapsing against the expensive sheets, his body led over hers, still sheathed inside her as they both sagged and panted.

As if high on the throws of their ecstasy, Ransom kissed along her back with heavy lips and hooded eyes. He could taste the saltiness of her skin, the dampness of sweet sweat a leaving a wet coating over his lips. And when he could feel the blood return to his extremities, he ever so gently pulled out of her, his body sore and tired. She whined at the feeling of his weight escaping her body, but he was quick to fill that void, replacing it with the heat of his frame as he pulled her close, allowing her head to rest against his bare and sculpted chest. He pressed his lips onto the crown of her head.

"Sleep, baby," he whispered. "Just relax and sleep."

***** For weeks things were good, maybe even really good. Ransom was giving you more freedom, not yet unattended, but you weren't locked away. He'd made do on his promise.

You had a great lunch with your mother, at the Country Club, in which he'd set up. He'd driven you there, waited in the bar but could easily keep an eye on you. Whilst he might have had ulterior motives that were slightly more sinister than merely being there to keep an eye on you in case you had a panic attack (the excuse you gave to your mother), all in all you didn’t mind. You, too, didn't doubt he paid the waiter a hefty tip to stay nearby as he'd checked on your table more often than most or necessary, again, you didn't mind.

But despite his hovering, a point you'd made when you'd returned, he promised he trusted you so to save the pains of an argument, you let it go. You'd kept your own promise, never to drop a hint to your mother or anyone else that you weren't less than a free woman.

As the days neared Valentine's Day, Ransom seemed to be more touchy than usual and more than once you'd caught him softly staring at you. His eyes conveying more emotion than they did. Not unlike the first few nights when things had drastically changed between you in November. And when the day arrived, you both exchanged gifts after an early morning wakeup call that you most certainly did not mind. Ransom seemed genuinely pleased with the new silk scarf you’d ordered, having thought it would be a nice replacement for the one he had left at the mansion and point blank refused to return to collect.

For your gift, he handed you a small white envelope. Giving him a puzzled look, you opened it and pulled out a small card.

‘In our favourite room you'll find, your gift my beautiful Valentine.’

Instantly you felt an uncomfortable cold feeling in the pit of your stomach and you swallowed a little. It was a clue, exactly like the ones he had set for you all that time ago on Halloween the previous year. But, as you blinked and looked at him, you saw the expectation on his face and had to remind yourself that this was different.

This was not the same man.

"Is it at least wrapped in a bow, so I know it's mine?" You asked and he smirked a little, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

"Trust me, you'll know when you see it."

With a final look at him, you climbed out of bed and pulled on your silk slip before you headed down the stairs. As soon as you’d read the clue, you knew he meant the study. But, when you opened the door, you started to wonder if you’d made a mistake as there was nothing there jumping out at you, at all.

You started rummaging through the stack of things on the desk, looking for anything that resembled a gift. In your haste, you accidentally knocked small stack of notebooks over the edge of the desk. You rushed to get them and straighten them up, hoping not to mess up the order of things he'd had piled together. The moment the leather-bound journal like book touched your fingers, a jolt of curiosity ran through you.

You opened the cover and ran your fingertips over the dried ink that sat engraved on the pages, a bold and all capitalized print to the handwriting. Not a surprise from a man who's harsh overture played constantly on the surface. Your eyes scanned and scanned the scroll, a frown creased your brow as you registered the meaning of all his notes.

These weren't just any sort of notes, these were his footnotes for his book. And that now disorganized stack of papers that moments ago littered the floor, you looked at them again and realized there among the typed and printed pieces of paper, was his manuscript.

Hesitating, you picked it up. The front page was plain bar the words. ‘Murder, He Wrote’ and you scoffed at the fact that was the title of the article that had gotten you into this situation in the first place. Mind you, he had said you were a muse of sorts so maybe that was his way of tribute.

You flipped through, skimming the pages, finding yourself strangely proud if you will, that he’d actually finished it, well what appeared to be the first draft anyway. It was indeed about a private detective, by the name of Arnie Bronze, who was hot on the tale of a missing woman called Lucy Roberts who had vanished in mysterious circumstances.

You skipped on a few pages, the narrative shifted to that of focussing on the so called killer, a man named Riley, and you realised that Lucy wasn’t dead as anticipated, she was being held captive.

In Riley’s basement.

You felt your stomach clench as you focussed in on a small snippet of dialogue, one that was extremely familiar.

‘I like this,’ Riley toyed with the straps to the bra Lucy was wearing, his middle finger tracing the outline of the strap against her skin before his lips followed the same path.

‘You should, you chose it,’ her voice was quiet, but still there it was, that unmistakable undercurrent of disdain she carried for him visibly present, as always.

Riley merely chuckled, ‘like I chose you, huh.’ At that, she blinked and looked at him, and he flashed her a smile. Oh, if only she understood exactly why…

What. The. Fuck?

Was he writing about you? Or had he already written this and was merely acting out his sick fucking fantasy. The answer to that became apparent when you tossed the manuscript down and reached for his book of notes.

It was littered with note after note, graphic accounts of the things he’d done to you, along with little questions and observations, how he could turn that into passages for his book. Your breath began to quicken and you turned the pages faster and faster, not needing to read his notes in the slightest as you could remember every sordid little detail for yourself.

Eventually you found the last page. This one contained two simple lines, the first from the night of Harlan’s memorial when he’d arrived home completely soaked.

Memorial was a shit show, as anything is when the fucking Thrombey’s are involved. Y/N made hot chocolate. Held a conversation I actually enjoyed.

This contained no side note as to how this could be used within his book, almost as if it was simply a journal entry, but you didn’t really have time to dwell on that, as your eyes flicked to the line underneath which carried no date.

Original plan changed, no longer going to get rid of when purpose served. Storyline of book will diverge at this point.

'When purpose served'. Well, it didn’t take a genius to work that out.

You threw the book down onto the desk, the room swimming around you as both your hands covered your mouth in shock and horror. You were sick to your stomach, the bile acid in your stomach turning acrid, and you wanted to wretch.

He’d meant to kill you.

“So, do you like my gift?”

The voice made you scream and you jumped, turning to face the doorway where Ransom was stood, his sweats hung low on his hips, arms folded over his bare chest as he leaned against the frame.

“What?” you blinked, swallowing, the word nothing more than a trembling whisper. “You mean you wanted me to find this?”

“You asked me about being my muse.” He shrugged. “As you can see, you were much more than that. Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart.”

You couldn't hold back the gag in your throat and you quickly turned into the waste bin by the desk, spewing your empty stomach into it. The bile burned your throat as it came up. With a shaky back of your hand, you wiped away the remnants of your episode and leaned forward on the desk, your free hand palm flat against the mahogany.

You were disgusted, that much was painfully true, but you were now terribly afraid for your life. A feeling that hadn't come over you in four months. You felt just as you had that very night, terrified, alone, and fighting a sense of chill that crept through your body and deep into your bones. Your eyes, big and brimming with tears looked up at him and your mind went numb in processing the situation. No quicker than you had just vomited, you felt a pang of hurt, your heart ripping from your chest as everything settled within you. You had accepted this, this fate that had been laid out for you. You were accepting him and the life you were being forced to live. You accepted the beast that had begun to care. But he was merely a wolf in sheep's clothing, the true monster you'd always known to lie in wait just under the surface.

Your brows creased and your heart raced. You felt the bubbling of a scream start deep in your churning belly, your own monster vying to climb its up your chest and out of your throat. You were angrily screaming on the inside long before your voice sounded to the outside, piercing the room in a shattering, blood-curdling banshee cry of anger.

“This…” you picked up the notebook in your right hand, throwing it at him violently, “this is the reason you took me?”

“Yes.” He didn't even dodge the thickly bound object as it hit him square in the chest before falling to the ground.

“You...fucking asshole.” You spat, angrily swiping your arm across the desk. The neatly stacked piles of papers scattered like leaves falling from a tree as they fluttered to the floor. “And to think, I actually started to believe myself that there was more to you than everyone said, that underneath all of that bravado and narcissistic, downright nasty bastard exterior there was something or someone that maybe, just maybe was worthy of caring for! ” Your voice was loud, echoing off the wall of his study as you screamed at him. “But you kidnapped and raped and hurt me in ways I never thought possible for what? So you could write a goddamned book?”

Hot tears coursed down your face as you trembled, staring back at the utter monster who stood before you, his face stony as you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand. “And then you planned to kill me once I no longer served a purpose? Well, tell me, how long have I got?”

“It’s not like that anymore.” Ransom took a deep breath as he stepped forward. He was calm, too calm and instantly you took a step back. “That was my initial plan, yeah, but what I wasn’t banking on was how being around you would make me feel.” He swallowed as he licked his lips. “I couldn’t get rid of you like I originally planned once you served your purpose. Because I love you.” Your mouth dropped open at his confession, utter horror coursing through your veins as you realised what he was saying. The chances of you getting out of this were depleting by the second. He really was completely fucked in the head. “No, no you don’t!” You shook your head, “this...is not love, Ransom, this is obsession, it’s...” He cut you off as he surged forward, his lips pressing to yours. You placed your hands on his chest, shoving hard as you turned your face away, screaming loudly at him to leave you alone. In an easy movement he spun you round, his arms clamping around yours pulling them behind you as he held you in place, your back pressed to his chest as he pressed his lips to your neck. “I know deep down you love me too...” his breath was hot on your neck, voice still eerily calm as his hips pushed forward and you could feel his erection digging into the curve of your spine. “Fuck, this is what you’ve done to me, feel that, Sweetheart? You wrecked me, and now I need you. It’s that simple.” At that he pushed you forward, harshly bending you over his desk, one large hand securing both of yours being your back, your body twisted in a warped recreation of that time he’d used your sweater to restrain you all those months ago. You struggled but he simply twisted your arm further, causing you to cry out in pain and desperation as his other hand roughly hoisted up your night-dress. “You’ll say it eventually.” He stated calmly as you heard that tell-tale rustle of fabric as he pushed down his sweats. “It might take another spell in the basement to make you realise, but you’ll come round.” “It doesn’t work like that.” You sobbed, your voice cracking as his hand let go of your arms and slid up to your neck, reaching round your throat. His fingers curled round your neck as he pulled your head back, his mouth nipping at your neck before he pulled back, his face inches from yours as his icy blues stared locked onto your eyes. They were cold, dangerous and you shook your head, tears pouring down your face. Your lip trembled as you closer your eyes, taking a deep breath before you opened them again, resigning yourself to the fact that this next line might just seal your fate and wind up with you losing your life. But right now, that would be a blessed way out. “I can’t love you simply because that’s what you want.” “Oh Sweetheart,” he chuckled, his lips ghosting over yours, “I know that. I know I can’t force you to feel something you don’t, but the only person you’re fooling is yourself. I just want you to admit it.”

“I won’t.” You stuttered, “never, Ransom.”

“Oh, Y/N. Haven’t you learned by now? I always get what I want, including this, you’ll see.” With a harsh thrust forward he pushed inside you, making you scream at the burn thanks to the fact you weren’t ready for him, at all. He gave a groan as he grabbed at your hips, your pelvis jolting painfully into the edge of the hard wooden desk you were bent over. “As my granddad used to quote,” he pulled back before delivering another deep thrust harshly into you, his fingers digging into your flesh as you closed your eyes, scrunching them shut as your cheek rest against the desk, tears leaking from your eyes, “we all become stories in the end.”

He gave another deep rut forward as he ground into you, his breathing deep.

“Now it’s time to rewrite ours, Princess.”

*****

Epilogue

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