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Be My King (Till Death Do Us Part, Chris King x Reader fic)

Description: A sweet lil ficlet on how Chris’s route should have gone in TDDUP. For everyone who dreams about finding a king and treating him well.

By the way, this fic (and Till Death do Us Part) ARE ONLY FOR PEOPLE AGED 18 AND OVER. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR A MINOR IN YOUR COUNTRY-DO NOT READ.

I’ve written this from a female’s perspective but you’re free to insert your pronouns and reimagine the scene from your preferred gender’s perspective. This is my first explicit fic so you’ve been warned. Hehe.

—-- The Sun’s rays illuminate your room as you blink sleepily. The morning air feels cold on your skin, making you realise that Chris isn’t next to you. If he had been, you’d have felt his warm arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. That’s how the both of you drifted off to sleep after last night’s intense lovemaking session. You turn over. True to your suspicions, the spot next to you is empty. Your graze drifts to the door, where his track suit usually hangs. It was gone. You suppose that Chris is out on his daily morning run.

A smile tugs at your lips as you stretch languidly on the bed and recall the previous night’s events. Your pussy is sore, but pleasantly so. You recall your gasps and moans as he delicatedly tongued your cunt, and his delight as you squirted onto his face. Your fingers play with your moistening folds as you recall how you rode the waves of ecstasy on his magnificent cock.

You tilt your head as you wonder how he’s able to exercise even after last night. It’s due to his strength and determination, no doubt. Those qualities will bring him far one day, you think to yourself.

Eventually, you can no longer ignore your gnawing stomach. You pad over to your wardrobe and select an outfit for the day. After a warm shower, you head down to the kitchen for breakfast. While you’d love to keep Chris’s scent and fluids on you for as long as possible, you have to work later and it simply wouldn’t do to turn up smelling of sex.

You head downstairs and find a covered plate waiting for you on the tabletop. You uncover it to reveal freshly-scrambled eggs and fluffy hash browns…that have turned ice-cold. A small matter, you chuckle to yourself as you microwave the meal. Once you’ve done so, you devour the food. It is delicious, as is the cup of freshly-squeezed orange juice that he’d prepared.

You wash your plate and cutlery. You return them to their proper place, and then your heart leaps to your throat. You realise that apart from two pathetic packets of ramen, the pantry is completely empty. You fervently pray that Chris somehow manages to close a sale today.; you need that commission if you want to buy next week’s groceries.

Just then, you hear him entering the house. “Good morning,” he calls out, poking his head around the kitchen door. He spies your empty plate and shoots you a satisfied grin.

“Your cooking was sublime,” you assure him, enjoying his bashful expression. “The food went cold, but I could reheat it so don’t worry.”

“Thank you, dear,” he replies. “I have something for you,” he adds shyly as he holds out a flower. “I picked it from the ground, especially for you.”

“Oh-” you are at a loss for words. A daffodil - your favourite! “Thank you so much, sweetie,” you reply, dropping a quick kiss on his lips. He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you in, running his tongue along your lips. You stand contentedly for a few moments and savour the kiss, running your hands through his hair. You then push gently on his chest. “Honey, we have to go to work soon,” you giggle against his lips. He immediately lets go and steps back, looking slightly sheepish.

“Did you gel your hair? I could feel it just now,” you ask. “Yup!” Chris replies. “They say that if you gel your hair back, it improves your confidence,” he muses, giving you a sidelong look. You tap a finger against your chin. "That makes sense," you ponder. "If you don't subconsciously 'hide' your face behind your hair, you'll come across as more confident. So cute of you to try it out though," you chuckle. Your voice then takes on a sombre note. “You have plenty to be confident about anyway,” you tell him. “You just don’t realise your true worth.”

You gaze at each other for a few seconds, then something pops into your mind.

“Oh!” You hold a finger up. “I almost forgot! I have a gift waiting upstairs for you. Follow me.”

Chris arches an eyebrow. “A gift like last night, eh?” he answers huskily and curves his lips into a devious smirk.

You stomp your foot playfully. “Honey, just follow me. It’s a work-related gift!”

“Ah.” Chris deflates slightly but still trudges up the stairs, his massive strides nearly overtaking your excited hops. Nevertheless, you beat him to the bedroom door and head straight to a locked drawer. “Ta-daaaa!” You proudly brandish a brand new tailor-made suit. Chris’s eyes widen. “T-that’s-” he stutters.

“I took your measurements to the tailor. You’ll look positively dapper in this suit,” you gush, stroking his arm. “You have such an amazing figure, and this suit will show it off really well at work." You’d spent a hefty portion of last month’s paycheck on this, but it was worth it to see his radiant smile.

Chris groans. “Sweetie…I don’t think that’s going to impress my colleagues. They already have such a bad opinion of me.”

Your eyes narrow. “Now, you look here, mister,” you start, poking a finger in his chest. “Sure, you’re not perfect. You do have things to improve on…but none of us are perfect. It’s true that a salesman needs the gift of the gab. That’s something you can achieve with practice, a nurturing environment and a growth mindset.”

You take a deep breath. “ We just have to keep going, no matter what. Even if your current workplace doesn’t appreciate your enthusiasm and skills, you’ll find one that will. Aaaaand…that’s the end of my TED talk,” you finish, spying the clock. “Goodness me! You should get going!”

“Ah-yes!” Chris’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. “I need to change!”

You chuckle. “I love you, baby,” you coo, blowing a kiss at him and leaving him to change. —

After Chris leaves, you change into your scrubs and head to the hospital. Time flies and before you know it, you are on your way back home. Strangely, Chris’s car is already in the driveway. Your eyes narrow slightly as you see another car. Aria’s here.You stride into the house and find the two of them together, chatting and laughing.

You smile wanly. “Hi, Aria.” You massage your temples. “I’ve got a headache, so I’ll just rest upstairs,” you explain, heading up the stairs.

Once you reach the master bedroom, you flop onto your bed and play idly with your hair. The sounds of laughter waft up to the bedroom as you stare at the ceiling. You’re not rude to Aria, of course not - you have to be polite for Chris’s sake. You’re grateful that Aria helped to pay for the house and you know that Aria is one of the few support figures in Chris’s life. You’d never want to isolate him from his loved ones.

At the same time…Aria is odd. You wonder if you’re imagining things, but the way she looks at him and touches him…a tad sultry, a tad inviting.

In addition, you’ve heard…rumours about Aria’s friends. Oh, you know that she’s a well-connected attorney. Her friends are moneyed and apparently, some of that money comes from...illicit activities like trafficking. If those rumours are true, you don’t want to associate with people of her ilk. If only Chris didn’t depend on Aria so much!

Chris needs more friends, you conclude. They don't even need to be your friends either. Maybe he could join a boxing club, or a public speaking club. Perhaps with a better social life and more activities, Chris would have a better support system and spend less time around his deadbeat parents, Aria, and her undesirable friends. You wonder about inviting your parents over to stay someday. Maybe Chris would like that.

As you refocus, you realise that you can no longer hear Aria’s voice. Chris’s voice is audible, but muffled. You realise that he’s talking on the phone to someone and your ears perk up. It couldn’t be someone from his workplace, could it? They never call him after work, and he did end early today…

Curiosity overcomes you and you head downstairs. Chris stands like a lost child, holding his phone loosely. The call had ended a few moments prior. “Honey…” his face falls. “I’ve been fired again.” Oh Gods no. You gape at him, slack-jawed. The bills are due next week and you’re stretching your paycheck as far as you can. Why did you buy that suit for him?

You resist the urge to clutch at your hair and scream. Enough, you tell yourself firmly. Chris needs you.

“Give me a hug, baby,” you murmur as you wrap your arms around him. You nuzzle his chest, and then it’s like a dam breaking. He dissolves into sobs, clutching at your shirt like a drowning boy

“I…I tried so hard,” he says in between sobs. “W-what’s wrong with me? Why does everyone h-hate me? I only w-want to do my best!” “Oh, honey,” you coo, stroking his hair. “Plenty of people have been fired before. I’ve been fired before. It’s almost like a rite of passage.” A lump rises in your throat as the terrible memories flood your mind. You give yourself a shake and grip him tightly. “It hurts, it really does. All of a sudden, a lifeline’s been yanked from you. The future seems like an abyss. You wonder what to do next. You wonder if your ex-boss will ruin your future prospects. You feel…stained.” You feel him tremble in your arms before you cup his face and gaze into his eyes. “But there are jobs out there. Jobs come and go. Even if you get fired again and again, it’s not always you. Sometimes, it’s a phase. Sometimes, each bad experience makes you more vulnerable to the next bully...” You stare at him and stroke his arms. “But I don’t want to enable you. We need to take responsibility for our actions. Alright? You’re not always in the right either. You need to take a good, hard look at yourself and see what you’ve been doing wrong. We all need to do this every now and then. But you can do that later. You need to heal now. One step at a time.”

Chris chokes on his tears. “I-I’m sorry for burdening you like this…” “You are not a burden,” you tell him. “We’re a team. We’ll get through this together.”

Chris tries to smile bravely through his tears. “I could-hic-ask Aria for help.” “...Yes, you could,” you respond, feeling a twinge of annoyance . “Or I could just work some more shifts in the meantime. You don’t need her for everything, you know.”

Chris looks like a lost puppy. “I just want the both of you to be friends..” he trails off. You brush his hair from his face. “Of course I get along with her. She comes over for dinner, right? But never mind that. Focus on healing yourself first. Baby steps.”

Chris grips you tightly as you steer him up the stairs and to your master bedroom. As he flops onto the bed, you strip nude and join him. You nestle yourself into the crook of his arm, pressing your breasts against his chest. You want to comfort him however he likes…if he is in the mood.

He says nothing, although he absentmindedly plays with your nipples and squeezes them. Your stomach growls once again. You’re painfully aware that it’s dinnertime and instant ramen is your last meal for the foreseeable future, but you talk to keep the fear at bay.

“Y’know, once you’ve rested a little, you should take a cooking course. Or even sign up as a personal trainer,” you suggest. “You’re good at these things. Maybe become a boxing coach?”

“...I’ll think about it,” Chris says and you understand. He needs time to think - and sometimes, it’s far easier to continue thinking “what-if” than to make the actual leap and risk failure.

He can’t take too long to jump, or he’ll get left behind. But you’ll neverlet him get left behind. “Why did you buy that suit for me, huh?” Chris smiles ruefully at you. “Such a waste of money.”

You snort and ignore the jolt of despair in your stomach. “Nonsense. You’ll need it for interviews. That magic suit will make everyone hire you in a jiffy! Before you know it, you’ll be a celebrity chef at some overpriced hotel. Or a personal trainer to a fat old billionaire. Or even a boxing star.”

You roll away from him and mock-gag. “Then you’ll be a part of the nouveau riche. Gross.” Chris tickles you in response. As you giggle and swat at him, he grabs your wrists and pins you down on the bed. “I’ll show you gross,” he breathes as he captures your lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

As you eagerly yield, as he ties you up and you come undone, you feel full of love and a little less scared.

Ending Comments: There ya go! Not my best work, because I was so excited and I just wanted to get these thoughts off my chest. I’m not used to writing stories in present tense and from the reader’s perspective so there may be some slip-ups from time to time (despite my proof-reading efforts…)

I would totally marry a guy like Chris. Such a sweetie pie who cooks for you, picks flowers for you and tells you that he loves you. When a guy does that in the real world, he may or may not be covering some misdeeds. In Chris’s case, it’s totally genuine and it’s so…pure. Who wouldn’t want that?!

On a sombre note - I know how it feels to endure abuse for many years and respond by trying to be as gentle and sweet as possible, while dealing with pent-up rage. So I totally get how he feels.

#tddup #till death do us part #boyfriend to death #chris king #aria king #tddup chris #TDDUP #electricpuke #there i fixed it #rotworld

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‘Til Death Do Us Part {Chapter Eighteen}

Elorcan. Rockstar Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab.

‘Til Death Do Us Part Masterlist

A/N: Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Tara and I dove headfirst into Zodiac Academy, reading every single book back to back to back, and then she came to town and we spent time together instead of writing. On top of that, I no longer have a desktop to post off of, so I have to do so at work once all of my other responsibilities have been completed. Enjoy and please let us know what you think!

This chapter is 18+.

WC: 4506

Elide —

I wake up to a barbaric elbow digging into my side. Apparently I found Lorcan’s shoulder a lot more comfortable than I had originally intended because I notice the airplane is descending. He’s looking down at me, grinning, and pointing to the side of my mouth.

“You, uh…got a little drool…”

My hand flies up to my mouth but it’s perfectly dry and I narrow my eyes as I shove him and lift my head from his shoulder. He laughs quietly, his hand coming to rest on my thigh.

We left a little after ten this morning and I honestly have no idea what to expect. Since everything had been going amazingly between us for the last month, we decided we should finally take our honeymoon.

Lorcan suggested Skull’s Bay, which is apparently some boujee island resort but I was kind of put off by the name. Lorcan, of all people, would try to scare his wife by bringing her to some horror themed island or amusement park for our honeymoon.

I prayed to the gods that this was not the case.

I’m not a fan of flying so I took something to calm me down just before we boarded. Apparently it worked too well because I didn’t remember a damn thing from the flight in.

“We’ll land in about ten minutes,” Lorcan promised, his voice now gentle. “I promise the long plane ride will be worth it.”

I smile as I rest my head against his shoulder once again. He holds onto me until the airplane touches the ground.

There are certainly advantages to being married to a rockstar. One of those advantages is first class seats on a six hour flight. I would’ve had no problem fitting in one of the economy class seats, but my six-foot-four husband? His knees would have been in his chest the whole time. Instead, we’re stretched out in our pod, his long legs comfortable crossed at the ankle.

As soon as we get off the plane, I can feel the heat settle into me in a way it hadn’t in Orynth. Our bags take a bit to come out, but then we’re being greeted by a man holding a sign that says Salvaterre.

“This actually happens,” I ask, squeezing Lorcan’s hand as we approach our driver. “I thought that was just in movies. You must be super important.”

He gives me an exasperated look, one he’s started using when I drag him for being too rich and needing to come back down to earth.

He shakes our driver’s hand and introduces himself and then we’re on our way. It’s about a thirty minute drive to the resort and as soon as we see the entrance, I’m glaring at Lorcan.

“It looks scary,” I say, pointing to the skulls decorating the sign.

“Baby, it’s called Skull’s Bay,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “There’s going to be some skulls.”

“It’s zombie pirates, isn’t it?” I chance a look out the window, but see nothing but the ocean and white sand. “That’s what the theme is. It’s gonna be like that Scooby Doo movie from the nineties.”

He laughs quietly as he shakes his head. “Pirates maybe, not sure about the zombie part.” He meets my eye. “I promise nothing will jump out at you, alright? Not intentionally, anyway.”

Well that’s not exactly comforting.

As we pull up to the massive hotel I must admit that it’s beautiful. Situated right on the beach, it has multiple pools and spas and bars. It’s a mile walk away from all the touristy spots which, even though I’m still slightly scared of the island, I really wanna visit.

If I thought the outside of the hotel was beautiful, the inside is spectacular. I’ve never stayed somewhere so nice. My travels usually include a sketchy motel, not a five star island resort. I’m suddenly nervous, which seems silly.

“What do you think?” Lorcan asks when we step into the elevator.

“I’m anxious to know what our room looks like,” i confess. “I’m suddenly scared to touch anything.”

He chuckles before correcting, “Suite.”

I blink. “What?”

“We booked a suite, not a room. If you’re going to be traveling like the rich and famous, like myself, you have to have the terminology right. Come on now.”

He’s teasing me.

I roll my eyes and jab him in the side but he catches my hand and pulls me closer to him.

The past month has been one of the best of my life. It seems that Yrene was right and sex really was the piece that was missing from our relationship. Lorcan has been…insatiable. His desire for me was something I attributed to his need for the physical, but it’s less about him and more about me every time we’re together. I’ve had more orgasms in the past few weeks than I have in my entire life, and most of the time, he doesn’t even get inside me.

We’ve only had sex twice since then, and both times were amazing, but Lorcan’s main priority has been me. Whether it’s his fingers, tongue, or teeth on me, I always plan to touch him after he’s finished, only to be swept away in a mind-blowing orgasm.

But we’re on our honeymoon. This is a trip that’s meant for sex and I plan on having a lot of it. Right now, for instance, as soon as we get to our rooms.

If my girl parts aren’t crying for a break by the end of this week, something is wrong.

Lorcan unlocks our door after we’ve reached our suite on the top floor of the hotel. He opens the door and my jaw drops.

While the rest of the hotel is decorated like a pirate’s paradise, this room looks like the inside of a treasure chest. Everything is decorated in rich, jewel tones, silver and gold accents are peppered throughout the room, and it’s absolutely gorgeous.

Our bags are already waiting in the bedroom and Lorcan goes straight for his, digging out his vape, thanking the gods for portable tobacco. I ignore him and take a walk around the rest of the suite. There’s a rustic feel to the room, despite its opulence, thanks to the distressed wood on the walls.

This place is practically a second home. It has multiple televisions, a washer and dryer, and a fully stocked bar. There’s a full kitchen, a fireplace, two love seats in the living room, a jacuzzi in the corner of the bathroom, plus a massive walk-in shower. It has a bench and suddenly, I have the urge to ride Lorcan under the spraying water. I’ve never been on top during sex, so I don’t know why it’s my first thought when I see it.

By the time I exit the bathroom, my husband is nowhere to be found. “Lor?”

The suite is massive, but I couldn’t have lost him in here.

I start having flashbacks to the day after our wedding. He hadn’t left then, and I highly doubt he’d leave me now. We were in Orynth then, twenty minutes from home. Now? We’re on an island, hours from home, away from the mainland.

I finally find him on the private balcony off our bedroom, facing the ocean. His phone is pressed to his ear, his hand on his hip, and he looks tense. I want to go out and rub his shoulders, to help him relax, but I don’t want to interrupt.

So instead, I decide to surprise him.

Aelin helped me shop for this trip, since my first try at lingerie was a dismal failure. The scratchy, white number I’d bought for the wedding had been cheap and it showed. It also hadn’t really been my style. I skipped on the white this time, despite knowing it was bridal lingerie. Something told me Lorcan would prefer black or red. Both colors ooze sex and sinful seduction. Armed with my husband’s gold card, I bought a few new sets that were much softer, much nicer, and fit my body a hell of a lot better.

I really hope Lorcan likes them.

I also bought a couple swimsuits, seeing as I’d owned the same one since high school, and I pull one out of my bag and toss it on the dresser, knowing we’ll end up at the beach sooner rather than later.

Looking at the doors to the balcony, I see that Lorcan has started pacing. I reach back down into my bag, gently running a finger over the black lace of one of the bra and panty sets I bought.

I could put it in now. After his phone call, I could be ready and waiting for him, like a gift to be unwrapped.

Or I could already be unwrapped.

The sliding glass door opens and I drop the lingerie as Lorcan steps in.

So much for my sexy surprise.

“Sorry, that was our manager. Ro and I sent what we’ve written for the new album to the record label last week and things are kind of in limbo right now.” He sees my suit on the dresser and claps his hands, rubbing them together. “But fuck that and fuck anymore phone calls, because we’re on our honeymoon. Hell, yeah, baby, let’s go to the beach.”

Beach…not bed.

I try not to let my disappointment show but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy undressing and searching for his swim shorts. I can’t help but admire his ass as I put on my own suit. He turns as I’m tying my top and he grins as he walks toward me. “Here, let me help.” I drop my hands as he takes the ties and ties a bow at my back. “You look sexy as hell in this.”

My cheeks still heat when he tells me things like that. I turn, fingers brushing his lower abdomen, just above the band of his shorts. “You look pretty damn good yourself.”

His eyes flare and he leans down to kiss me. For a moment I think he’ll toss me on the bed and ravage me, but then he pulls back, smacks my ass and says, “Let’s go.”

He’s taking my hand and we’re out the door.

The beach is beautiful and we have our own little secluded spot. The sand is soft and warm beneath my toes and the sound of the waves brings me peace. I’ve never gone swimming in the ocean but the idea of sharks terrifies me. It would be kind of a shitty honeymoon if I become shark food.

Lorcan, always reading my mind, asks, “Wanna go for a swim?”

I hesitate. “In the water?”

A humored brow lifts. “That’s the general idea, yeah.”

My bottom lip somehow gets sucked between my teeth. “I don’t know, Lor, it seems dangerous.”

This time he flat out laughs. “We’re staying in shallow water, nothing will get you. And I’ll be right beside you the whole time. Come on. Live a little. Let that beautiful hair of yours down.”

Ugh. I can’t say no to that.

He takes my hand and leads me down the sand towards the water. I stop just before the waves can brush my toes.

“Is it cold?” I ask.

“One way to find out.” He winks and runs into the water like he’s five before diving beneath the surface. When he comes up, he shakes his hair, sending water everywhere. “Fuck! Yeah…yeah, it’s cold.”

I laugh, thinking he’s completely adorable and idiotic all at once. Shaking my head, I turn back towards our towels. “I think I’ll pass if it’s cold. Maybe if it—”

I scream as Lorcan grabs me from behind, water dripping off him, and carries me towards the waves. “Oh, no, you’re getting in with me.”

I squirm and squeal until he drops me in the water, just as unceremoniously as he’d gone in, and I push my long hair out of my face as I come back up. It’s not nearly as cold as he made it out to be, though the wind does chill the parts not submerged.

Glaring up at him, I put my hands on my hips, which is completely ineffective at showing off my sass since I’m under water from them waist down.

Something tells me Lorcan picks up on it though, as he takes my hand and pulls me deeper into the water. I hesitate and he reminds me, “Nothing is going to get you.” To prove it, he tugs on my hand until he’s lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’ve got you.”

“I trust you,” I whisper, my lips inches from his as he goes out farther and farther into the water.

He smirks, kissing me. “Good girl.”

It’s up over his chest now, so I know I wouldn’t be able to touch the bottom at this point. There’s also no one else out this far, everyone else is farther down the beach, nowhere near us, and—

One of Lorcan’s fingers slips under the edge of my bikini bottom, brushing the lips of my sex. Gasping softly, I look up at him, eyes bright. His gaze is already on me and his finger is teasing my entrance. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look in that little bikini?”

I shake my head, trying not to whimper as he pushes in to his first knuckle. He pulls it out, sliding it back in, repeating the shallow motion over and over.

“Really?” His lips are by my ear and I’ve got my arms wrapped around his head in a vice lock. “‘Cause you’re soaked for me already, so I think you do.”

“We’re in the ocean,” I say, trying to keep my voice even as he slips his finger in deeper. “Everything is soaked.”

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and his tongue traces the shell of my ear. “If you think I can’t tell the difference between the water and how wet your pussy is, you’re wrong.” His lips trail down my neck. “You’re so wet, I bet you could take all of my cock in one stroke.”

“Then do it,” I murmur, tipping my head to the side to give him better access. Please, gods, do it.

He adds a second finger, no longer teasing me, pumping them in and out. My hips move of their own accord. His mouth is back at my ear and I can hear the smile on his lips. “Not yet, baby. You think I can’t see how bad you want it?”

“Lorcan…” My voice is strained, my orgasm building far quicker than I expected it to. We may not be close to anyone, but we’re on a packed beach, at a resort, and my husband is finger fucking me in the ocean.

It turns me on in a way I was not expecting.

“Tease,” I mutter and his laugh is deep and sensual. My fingers weave their way into his hair and tug. His moans, the sound muffled against my neck. He adds a third finger and my legs began to shake around him.

“Yeah, baby,” he breathes and nips at my neck. “Cum for me.”

It’s a demand that I have no problem fulfilling.

My body grows tense as I cum, but he helps me ride it out until I’m breathing heavily and going limp in his arms. I can feel how hard he’s become in his shorts and all I can think about is getting him inside of me.

I lean back and kiss him.

It’s reckless, it’s rough and he instantly melts into it. His hands are gripping my ass, his tongue sliding into my mouth. With the slightest of movements, his hips thrust into mine.

“Lor,” I whisper, although it can hardly be heard above the waves crashing against the shore, he hears me. His eyes meet mine and his pupils are so big that they’re nearly all I can see. “Fuck me.”

He lets out a long, loose breath before reaching beneath the water. I can feel his hardened length beneath me as it comes free of his shorts, and then he’s moving my bottoms aside once more. This time, he wastes no time pushing into me.

True to his word, he thrusts into me with one quick snap of his hips. I take him all in effortlessly.

He swallows my groan in a savage kiss, the pace he’s setting relentless from the get go. I whimper against him as he slams into me over and over.

One of his hands cups one of my breasts, tugging the fabric of my top to the side. I pull my lips from his as I cover his hand with mine. “What if someone sees?” I ask, breathlessly, looking towards the beach behind us.

“What if they do?” His lips are on my throat.

“They’ll take pictures. You’re famous, remember,” I gasp as he keeps pounding his cock into. “Post them online. Being a porn star isn’t one of my life aspirations.”

“You’ve got such a smart mouth,” he says, nipping at my lips. “No one can see what we’re doing. It looks like we’re floating in the water.”

I want to respond, want to tell him that’s bullshit, but he’s changed angles and is hitting a spot I didn’t know existed and suddenly, I’m seeing stars. My eyes go wide and my lips part.

“That’s right, baby.” He snaps his hips into mine again and again and I’m not able to stop myself from crying out. “Cum for me, let everyone know who makes you feel so good.”

I bite his shoulder as my orgasm slams into me, obeying his command.

He’s close behind me, falling over the edge and he doesn’t stop until we’re both clinging to one another as we attempt to catch our breaths. He stays in me for a few minutes, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck. He always does this when we’re done having sex. He becomes gentle, as if he’s trying to remind me that there’s so much more to us, to him, to me than this physical attraction. Even though the physical stuff is so, so good. He’s trying to remind me that he cherishes me. Sometimes I’m still surprised at how sweet he can really be.

We readjust ourselves before going back up to the beach where we lay down together, both tired from traveling and making love. At one point, Lorcan falls asleep and I snap a picture because I think it’s cute as hell.

He asks me about all the things I want to do while we’re on the island. I tell him I want to do all the touristy stuff and he can’t tell me no, even though it means we’ll be around dominantly old people, other couples, and families with small children. He agrees, though, and that’s a testament in itself in regards to how much he likes me.

We agree to spend tomorrow at all the local shops, then the next day we’ll take a tour of the island. Later in the week will be dedicated to horseback riding on the beach, spending a day in the hotel’s spas, experiencing the local clubs, and, to my terror, snorkeling. Of course, we agree that we’ll carve out time every day to come down to the beach.

It sounds like a dream. I never thought I would be able to have a vacation like this. I have a feeling I’m going to be geeking out all week but I also have a feeling that Lorcan likes it when I “geek out” so I don’t feel too bad about it.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

The question makes me jump. I was so at peace listening to the waves that I didn’t even realize that Lorcan had woken up. “That’s a very interview-like question.”

He chuckles, shifting so that he’s facing me underneath our umbrella. “I realize we don’t talk about the future very much…and I think we’re pretty damn good right now in our marriage so I thought it was about time we started talking about the future.”

My stomach explodes with excitement about the thought of my future, especially with Lorcan. “I agree with that.” I take a minute to think about my answer and am disappointed. “Honestly, I’ve never really spent a lot of time thinking about the future. I spent so many years just worrying about tomorrow that I never let myself think beyond that.”

He frowns but nods, understandingly. “Surely you’ve thought about some things, though. Like having kids. Do you want kids in the next few years?”

My eyebrows raise. “I can barely take care of myself, I’m not sure I’m qualified to be a parent.”

Laughing, he pushes his damp hair back off his face. The salt in the water has made his hair wavier than normal and I want to reach out and run my fingers through it. “Pretty sure I’m even less qualified than you are, but I think we could probably figure it out.”

And then I realize that he means our children. He means having a child with me. He’s talking about me having his babies.

I had only been considering myself as a parent, not the two of us, but…we are married. If I was going to have babies with anyone on the planet, it would be the man lying next to me.

I’m not able to stop the image before it conjures in my head. A little girl, with the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen, a familiar mischievous glint sparkling there, helping a baby boy learn to walk, his full lips so similar to mine. And there’s Lorcan, smiling from where he sits on the floor with them, making sure everyone is safe.

My heart physically strains at the scene my brain conjures up for me and maybe the idea isn’t so ridiculous after all.

“It would be nice to have a couple,” I admit and then quickly add, “when we’re both ready,” as a light begins to fill his eyes that I can only call hope.

It’s his turn to raise an eyebrow. It’s the one with the sexy scar going through it. Wait, when did I start thinking facial scars were sexy?

“You’re telling me you don’t think it’s a good idea to have a baby with a stranger you married less than two months ago?”

My cheeks heat and I shove him. “I wasn’t saying right now.” He catches my hand and pulls me on top of him. My leg automatically hitches over his, just like it does when we’re sleeping, and his hand, of course, goes right to my ass. I’m not complaining. “Maybe in a couple years. I’m only twenty-five, there are still things I need to do before I start having babies.”

“Like what?” The words are muffled, because he’s leaned down and buried his face in my chest.

“Lorcan!” I grab his face and pull it back up to mine. He’s grin is breathtaking and it fries my brain for a moment. I finally remember how to speak. “You can’t do that.”

“I just did.” He rolls us so that he’s on top of me. Since my leg was hitched over his, one of his thighs is pressed snugly between mine. “What kind of things do you still want to do before having my babies?”

My babies. The butterflies return.

It takes me much longer than it should to answer the question. “Wow.”

“Hmm?” he hums, kissing my nose.

“I guess I don’t know,” I confess. “I want to be…successful, I guess. I’d like my business to grow.” Even as I say it, I feel pathetic for that being the only thing I can think of. I’m still young. I should have a long list of things I want to do before I have kids, but I don’t. “If I’m being honest, I guess I don’t really know what my purpose is.”

His eyes study mine. “What do you mean?”

I shrug. “You have your music. That’s your purpose, right? You feel whole when you write, when you play.” He nods. “I don’t mind what I do. I like being creative, but I wouldn’t really say it’s my purpose.”

I’m not sure how he’s going to react. It’s an embarrassing thing to admit, that at twenty-five I’m still not sure what to do with my life. But then he says, “That’s okay. Maybe now that you don’t have so much stress, you can start to experiment with new things, you know? Do some trial and error. Try new things.” He leans down to kiss me. “And I’ll help you in any way that I can. I’ll support you in everything you want to invest your time in.”

My heart feels so light I feel that it’s going to fly out of my chest. I have no idea how I got matched with someone so supportive, so caring. It nearly makes me cry. I nod, running my fingers up and down his back. “What about you? Do you ever think you’ll be done making music?”

He nods. “Touring, yeah. I don’t wanna tour forever.”

“What will you do after that?” I ask.

“Write.” He shrugs, then hesitates. “Actually, you know, I’ve never told anyone this but I think it would be really fun to start a little school for young musicians. A place where they can come to sing and record and learn to play whatever the fuck they want.”

I stare at him for a second. “Why have you never told anyone that? Lorcan, that would be amazing.”

He shrugs. “Because it’s not a reality right now. There’s too much going on to try and get that going. This is the longest break we’ve ever had and that’s not something I’m going to be able to give part of myself to.” He rests his hand on my neck and his thumb brushes over the hollow of my throat. It’s surprisingly intimate. “That’s something I’m going to pour my heart and soul into. Playing is my passion, not the fame, and I want to pass that feeling on to whoever wants to learn.”

I have to blink away the moisture in my eyes. “I think that’s a great idea, baby.”

He notices what I’ve said before I do, not even meaning for the pet name to slip out, and the smile he gives me is liable to just melt my bikini bottoms off.

He kisses me and it’s so soft and sweet that my heart swells. I pull him closer to me and wrap him in my arms as his face nuzzles into my neck. We stay there for a while, tangled up together as the sun begins to set.

We go back to the hotel early, spending the first night of our honeymoon happily in bed, bodies intertwined and talking more about the future.

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Updated version with TDDUP and Mark of Belial included. Will be updating the spiderweb thingy soon and might make a story timeline?

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Questionable Character Tier List!

(featuring Jacqueline and Tom💕💕)

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Till Death Do Us Part 11

Author’s note: Yes. You heard me. I’m back from the dead. I am bringing this fic back stronger than ever before! I know this fic had so much love in the past and I am so excited to see what you all have to say about it! I think the formatting might look a bit differnet from now on, but think of it as a show that got a bigger budget and has nicer stuff now. I have SO MUCH of this story to share, so I am very excited to bring you the second part of it! Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to bring this back! This is FOR YOU!!!! I hope you enjoy it :) Ok rant over- Magee

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TW: cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of war, mentions of Lyria (sorry squad)

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Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 11

Aelin’s laughter bounced off the walls, her hand tucked firmly into Rowan’s arm. The wedding went off without a hitch. It was strange. Not unwelcome… but definitely strange.

The room had been a sharp pain to her heart when the doors opened. As they had made their way down the golden carpet, she tried her best not to see the casket of her loved ones. The pillars had been as restored as they could be, emerald banners hanging with the other decorations. Rowan had squeezed her tightly to him as their country finally, after years, laid their eyes upon her.

Her heart had beat quickly, and it was only his presence beside her and the crown in front of her that kept her feet moving. Gasps and whispers flowed through the beautiful domed room, but she and Rowan got to the pillars. His voice boomed, silencing the rowdy crowd. She had ignored all their eyes, and only kept them on Rowan. They flowed through her coronation, their army an unmovable force beside them, and both she and Rowan had tears in their eyes as he finally placed the crown upon her head.

Then, they moved onto the ceremony and she tried not to bristle as her country moved to the edge of their seats. Rowan spoke more pretty words, her body still on high alert, and she had to focus on his shiny bandolier for most of it, lest she lose her nerve. For a moment, she mourned. When she’d been twelve, she told Rowan that one day they were going to get married out in the gardens and the little patio would be covered in wildflowers. She’d told him that only Maeve and her parents were allowed to be there. And her dog, once she was finally allowed to get one.

She never expected the big crowd, the huge decorations, the formal words. She’d always just wanted Rowan and a kiss.

But Aelin supposed she could ignore the castle, and imagine the patio when Rowan finally leaned down. The whole country seemed to hold their breath. Aelin glanced up at him, and there was something… different in Rowan’s green eyes. Something warm and happy.

So she smiled and curved her hand around his neck, and he grabbed her waist. It truly was like a fairytale, Rowan holding her firmly to him as their mouths pressed together. Really, that was all the country needed. But Rowan’s hands were still around her, and she could smell his pine and snow scent, and she did not wish it to end.

Their eyes met for a moment, and it felt like electricity passed between them. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was just Aelin and he was just Rowan. Them, hiding under her bed, them up in a tree, them in front of their country. So she brushed her nose with him, teasing him a bit. His lips quirked to the side, and he brushed his nose against her’s back before he kissed her again, their mouths moving slowly, leisurely. The country faded, and as he lightly dipped her, her heart fluttered.

The crowd slowly came back into focus, Rowan’s face slightly flushed, just as she assumed her face was. Everyone was cheering, there were trumpets blaring, but she could only hear Rowan in her mind.

The crown suits you.

Hmmm, she thought back to him, you don’t look too bad either, Prince. A smile crossed her face. King, she corrected.

Rowan brought her hand to his lips. My Queen.

Her heart jumped. The evasions on her home, the loss of her parents, her rulers, the loss of her childhood, everything… it had been for this. For this perfect moment. No one could ever take this crown from her now. No one could ever belittle her or push her thoughts to the side. She was truly and forever the Almighty Queen of the United Throne of Terrasen. With a smile, she slipped her hand into the crook of Rowan’s arm, and he led her back out the way they came.

She was still bouncing on adrenaline, floating on the fact that no one had been hurt or threatened. Aelin’s brow furrowed as Rowan kept walking into the palace, but she didn’t question his silly smile.

Where are you taking me, Buzzard?

His eyes sparkled. She was starting to think he was high on emotions, too. Patience, Fireheart.

She pursed her lips to hide her smile. They were entering a wing of the castle that had to have been completely rebuilt after the final raid. Rowan led her to a room she’d never seen before, pushing open the double doors to reveal a windowed room over the gardens, pretty emerald curtains hanging. A simple couch sat before a fireplace. It was small. Cozy.

But it was not the room that caught her eye. Aelin’s feet halted. Her rushing heart, so exhilarated off of her crown and her kiss slowed down. She nearly tripped over herself. As Aelin came to a pause, two hands came up to her shoulders, squeezing. Her fingers came up to cover her mouth, and she leaned back into him a bit.

“Rowan-” she whispered.

Emotion rang true in his voice when he whispered back, “Congratulations, Fireheart.”

The grand piano was gorgeous, white and gold. Her heart beat wildly in her ears. Tears grew hot in her eyes. She made her way to it, almost scared to touch it, it was so perfect. Aelin’s fingers drifted lightly over the keys as they shook. Emotion rushed through her, and she couldn’t help but turn, staring into those beautiful green eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered again, the moment so fragile she didn’t want it to break.

Where harsh calculation normally sat, it was replaced by relaxed fondness. Aelin reached out her hand, a bit hesitant, but Rowan took it, and pulled her into him. Just as he had when she’d first rushed out of that carriage, he held her close, a hand holding her head to his chest. She could smell his pine and snow scent, calming her senses.

How was he a brutal, careful warrior one moment, a calculated and emotionless king another, and then a soft, caring man the next? Her Rowan had survived their wars to be here, to gift his queen with pretty presents. To rule their country beside her.

“Evalin and Rhoe would have been so proud,” he told her.

Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I hope so.” In the quiet of the room, she confessed, “I wish they were here.”

Rowan spoke into her hair. “They were.”

Her face hurt from today, but she couldn’t help the smile that came to it as he said those pretty words. She didn’t know what to do with them, with him.

She didn’t know what to think when he hooked a thumb around her chin, and tilted it up to press a simple, chaste kiss to her lips. Much different than their kiss for their country, this more for closeness than anything. Their boundaries were blurry, and it messed with her mind. She pressed her forehead to his.

Aelin thought back to when she was a little girl, when Rowan used to hold her and press his head to hers and tell her that he would always keep her safe. If they were playing or fighting or tired, he would always protect her and look out for her. But they were grown ups. And he couldn’t protect her from everything. So she savored the peace for a moment more, breathing him in. Until finally, she asked in a hush whisper, “What are we going to do about Lyria?”

He pulled back, clearly upset at her intrusion. He had never been one to run away from a fight… but clearly he’d been wanting to avoid this conversation with her. Especially now. She tried not to regret ruining their perfect moment too much. She needed to know.

“I cannot hide my child from the world Aelin,” he told her, honestly, their soft voices the only sound in the room.

She shook her head. “I never asked you to.”

His eyes fluttered closed, hands curling. This string between them was growing taunt. Their first decision as Queen and King. “But to do that is to humiliate you, my queen. To think I do not value or respect you… I do not want to start our reign like that. For our country to see us divided.”

Aelin tried to think of something to say but… she was just as stuck as he was. Aelin began to understand, a bit, why he might’ve been avoiding her. She said, though, “but we are divided.”

His voice wavered. “Are we?”

Irritation spiked her voice. “Well, your fiance just watched us get married. So it’s a bit complicated.”

Rowan’s eyes unfocused over her shoulder, as if he was trying to think of a response, but couldn’t. Aelin did not want to ruin their night. Today was good, successful. So she only placed a hand on his cheek for a moment, then dropped it and went to leave. She got to the door before he spoke.

“I wasn’t going to marry her, you know.”

Aelin’s breathing hitched. She turned back at him with wide eyes. “What.”

Rowan’s face was… devastated. Confused. He sat down on the piano bench. “I wasn’t going to marry her.” His eyes found her’s, as if pleading with her to understand. “But you were gone, still. I didn’t know when you were coming home. If you were coming home. I just knew-” his voice halted a little. Her heart squeezed. “I knew that when you came home, I would break it off.”

She didn’t know if she was breathing.

“But then she told me. About the baby.” Aelin shut her eyes at the emotion in his voice, at the tears forming in her own eyes. “And I didn’t know what to do. I just knew that I had to do right by her, had to do right by this baby that I dragged into this mess. Had to do right by you. So I decided that I would step down, if that’s what you wanted. If you wanted to get married someday, and make him king, I would let you.”

Aelin grabbed her necklace, the space above her heart, as if she could hold it and stop it from bleeding so much.

Rowan pleaded with her, “So I proposed a few days later. And two hours after that I got word that your carriage was to arrive in three days' time. That’s the only warning I had.”

“Rowan,” she cried, voice breaking. They’d both lost so much. She was tired of life taking from them.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not to you. I was trying… I was going to remove myself from this. Let you have your crown and your kingdom. What you’ve always wanted.”

Aelin’s heart cracked. How could she tell him that her crown wasn’t the only thing she’s wanted since childhood?

He shook his head. “It’s not right, Aelin. I know that. I probably should have never been with her in the first place. I should have focused everything I had on Terrasen. But when I came back from Adarlan, I was… broken. Lost.” His eyes found her’s, as if pleading for her to understand. “I was so lonely, Aelin.”

She wiped her tears, furiously. “I know.”

“And I needed to get out of my head. I’m still so in my own head…” He rubbed his hands down his face. “I needed a distraction. It was never supposed to be this complicated.”

“I know.”

He peered up at her. “I’m sorry.”

Aelin tossed everything he’d admitted to her around in her head. Finally she said, “I know that too.”

They watched each other for a moment. He held such devastation in those green eyes. It broke her heart a little bit. The only sound in the room was her heels clicking on the tile. Aelin knelt down to him, took his face in her hands.

“You are a good king. And a kind man.” The small shake of his head, the disagreement peeled at her aching heart.

“No, you are good,” he argued.

“You don’t know what I am,” she whispered.

He only stared at her. Searched her. Saw into her soul. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” Marriage in only name, union under only the crown.

“But it is.”

“Can you live with that?” He asked her. She waited for him to ask her something else. It seemed like he wanted to. But she knew. He would always do what was right. What was good. The responsible choice.

At his silence she only responded with, “can you?”

Ever so slowly, he pressed a heavy kiss to her forehead. Her hands slid off his face to fall limp into her lap. The moment lasted an eternity, a lifetime.

“I can try,” he whispered.

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