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honey, you should see me in a crown [modern royalty au]

CHAPTER 5 || ao3 link

Lucas Lallemant, crown prince and heir to the throne, never needed someone to protect him. He never needed someone to protect him until the day he nearly got stabbed by an assassin.

Now he has to deal with an annoying bodyguard named Eliott Demaury who is, to the chagrin of Lucas, fucking handsome too.

As if his life isn’t difficult enough already.

The next days passed by in a blur and Lucas didn’t even know what to think or to feel anymore. He couldn’t deny that there were feelings, some kind of tension between him and Eliott. He couldn’t also deny that he often stared at his bodyguard whenever he was around or whenever he was in a meeting and Eliott was standing at the door like a shadow, his eyes always on Lucas, on his “job”.

On the one side, he wanted to spend time with Eliott. He wanted to know more about the mysterious boy who flirted so hard with him in this club and saved his ass from the cops. He wanted to get lost in his eyes and feel everything he felt in this little alley in the middle of the night again. He wanted to deepen the connection between them which was there from the beginning, a silent understanding lying between them.

But on the other side, he wanted to lock himself in his room, never needing to look at Eliott again and never even talk to anyone outside of his room anymore. At night, Lucas sometimes had the feeling of not being able to breath properly, the possibility to just disappear into the night was now so tiny that he didn’t dare to even try it. And every feeling of isolation and stolen freedom was projected towards Eliott, who actually couldn’t be blamed at all. But Lucas couldn’t think straight anymore and so he tried to turn every positive feeling he had towards Eliott into a negative one, blaming him for destroying his life and locking him up here in this golden castle, in this golden life.

And in the end, this was Eliott’s job. Nothing more, nothing less. He was there to protect Lucas and to show him how to survive in a world where more than one person wanted to see him dead.

One week passed and Lucas had only exchanged a few words with Eliott, the ones which were necessary. He was glad that Eliott, who now lived in a room directly connected to his own through a little hidden passage, couldn’t hear his thoughts where Lucas often contemplated about walking over to Eliott and ask him what all this flirting and teasing in that one night was about and if he really was that ice cold to just forget about it all. Lucas was never good at hiding his feelings or forgetting about things which were important to him. His dad always used to criticize this about him, that he was too invested into everything. And often, especially at night when he couldn’t sleep and the insomnia hit in, he just wanted to have someone to talk to. Eliott was, to Lucas’ chagrin, the only real connection to the outside world he currently had and well, he didn’t had a lot of people to talk to in the castle.

But maybe his heart also had to grow colder so he couldn’t get hurt again, so he could stop to care so much.

Lucas wasn’t sure where all of this would lead.

He only knew that he couldn’t turn off the feelings he had whenever Eliott was close to him.

Lucas was walking down the hallway, heading towards a fitting for a new suit, as he heard his little sister babbling something. Lucas’ lips formed into a smile. Whenever he was sad, he thought about the joy which his sister brought into his life. He rounded the corner, he still had some moments left before the fitting would start and opened the already slightly open door to a bright and big room.

But Cece was not alone.

Lucas’ jaw literally dropped.

He knew that Cece was already in love with Eliott.

But this was something he didn’t expected.

“Lulu!”, said Cece, holding a teapot in her hand, ready to pour some tea in a little cup for one of her dolls which was seated on a tiny table. There was a doll with blonde hair and curls, like Cece had too, and a little teddy bear which belonged to Lucas a long time ago.

And then there was Eliott, crouched on his knees on the little table, his legs and his whole body looking way too big next to the little dolls and Cece. And he was blushing harder and harder with every passing second.

“Eliott and I are having a little tea party, would you like to join?”, asked his little sister innocently as if this would happen every day in his life and if Lucas hadn’t been this surprised, he would’ve laughed at the pure ridiculousness of all of this.

Eliott was having a little tea party with his little sister.

What the actually fuck.

“I—I see”, was all that Lucas answered, still looking at Eliott who now stood up, his back straightening automatically and Lucas wished that he would’ve just stayed there, without all this formality. He hated it that everyone, except his family, treated him like he was some kind of rare animal. Yeah, he was the prince of this country. But he also was a normal human being, with just a bit of royal blood inside of him.

“Your – Your sister asked me to join her, she… literally begged me and I—I couldn’t say no, so…”

Eliott was stammering and damn, the red cheeks looked fucking cute on him.

Shut the fuck up, brain.

Lucas nodded slowly, a little smirk on his lips now and he kind of enjoyed to see Eliott not being all bold and cold in this moment, that he actually had some kind of feelings and emotions inside of him.

“Nothing wrong about that”, said Lucas while lazily putting his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants. Eliott lifted his head now, looking him up and down for a little second and Lucas could feel how his heart started to race and he cursed his body for reacting like this only because Eliott looked at him, maybe even checking him out. And Lucas wished that he would’ve dressed with a little more effort.

He made a mentally note to only walk around with his sweatpants in the dead of night from now on where no one would see him anymore.

And with no one he meant Eliott, of course.

“Well”, said Cece now, rising while she watched the both of them with a glint in her eyes as if she knew something Eliott and Lucas didn’t know until then. Cece walked straight towards Lucas now, crossing her tiny arms and laying her head back so she could look up to her taller brother, “If you don’t want to do something with him then I should at least invite him to have some kind of conversation. Otherwise, he would be so alone in this big castle and I know what I’m talking about.”

Lucas’ jaw dropped again for the second time today and he didn’t know when his little baby sister got this tough. He felt some pride rise inside of him at this realization but then the words hit him which were just slammed into his face. He bit his lips, doing this whenever he was kind of embarrassed, and his gaze wandered from his little sister to Eliott, who tore his eyes away from Lucas the moment their eyes locked.

Cece was right, as always.

Lucas acted like an asshole and only because he tried to hide some feelings. Only because he blamed Eliott for all the misery in his life when the only person who was to blame for this was the idiot who tried to kill Lucas in the first place. Eliott told him that he didn’t want to work for the royal family at all and it was selfish of Lucas to think that he liked being around Lucas who acted like the arrogant prince he was said to be in the newspapers and media.

He felt some kind of guilt wash over him, but he just ruffled Cece’s hair before turning around and leaving the room. He wasn’t good in handling strong feelings and emotions. And although he couldn’t hide them, he tried to push them down and farther down since the day he lost his brother and everything around him started to crumble. But he knew that he had to face them eventually.

And he also knew that he had to stop acting like an asshole.

Eliott didn’t want all of this, he didn’t ask for it. And maybe he hasn’t forgotten about their night and maybe he also felt the tension between them. And maybe he just tried to reject these feelings because it would get between him and his job.

And maybe it was good this way.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Lucas entered the training room, wearing sports gear, running both of his hands through his hair as he approaches Eliott who slightly stared for a moment. Lucas’ heart did an involuntarily jump and, yet again, Lucas cursed his body for reacting like this although he felt literally nothing for Eliott.

Nothing at all.

Lucas felt nothing inside of him as he saw Eliott in a tight, white shirt with black trousers, his hair messier than ever.

Nope, nothing.

Eliott only nodded, the look of pure business returning to his face again. They decided, well, Lucas’ parents decided, to be honest, that it would be time now for Eliott to show Lucas some fighting skills. Eliott has been on court for over a week now and there had been no proper conversation or proper meeting between the two of them. This was the first time since that faithful night where Lucas was alone with Eliott and he didn’t know what to think of all of this.

“So, what are you going to show me now? How to punch someone? I think I can easily do this by my—”

Suddenly, Eliott literally jumped on him, turning Lucas around in one motion and holding Lucas’ arm on his back while a sharp pain took over Lucas’ whole body and he was unable to move or do anything else than breathing heavily. Lucas heard Eliott’s deep rumbling laugh on his ear and he had to resist the urge to lean into this laugh, into his body. Well, he had no problem resisting to do so, to be honest, because he was still fighting against Eliott so he would finally release him from this fucking death-trap.

“I’ll show you how to do this to your enemies when I’m not around.”

“I thought you would be around 24/7. I’m surprised that I’m not monitored when I’m taking a piss.”

He could hear Eliott breathing, his breath hitting Lucas’ exposed neck and Lucas shivered slightly at the closeness of their bodies.

“Well, we could change that”, whispered Eliott into Lucas’ ear and released him suddenly without a warning, sending Lucas tumbling down on his knees.

Well, this was embarrassing.

“Stand up”, said Eliott with a serious tone and Lucas gathered himself, standing opposite from Eliott in a short second. Eliott looked straight into Lucas’ eyes and he lifted his hands, an act of defence in his eyes.

“Alright, fight me.”

“What?”, asked Lucas, confusion in his voice. He didn’t know if Eliott was joking or if he really waited for Lucas, who was way smaller, to fight him. Both of them knew that he could only lose this game.

“Fight me. Now. Show me what you got, your Highness. And no merci, please”, said Eliott, a smirk now on his face and, oh damn, Lucas has always loved a good challenge. And Eliott looking at him like this, playfulness and anticipation in his eyes, he couldn’t resist to at least try it.

Lucas also moved into a fighting position, clenching his hands into fists, crouching down a bit. He kept looking at Eliott, holding eye contact with the sparkling gaze of the other one. And then, without a warning, a low sound escaped his throat and he hauled himself at Eliott, all fists and kicks.

Eliott told him to show no merci, so Lucas tackled Eliott on the ground after a little fight between the two of them, being smaller than Eliott but also faster than him because of his slim body.

Lucas grinned down on Eliott now and enjoyed the look of surprise on his bodyguard’s face. He used this moment to study his face, the high cheekbones and his strong jawline, the thick lashes framing beautiful eyes.

“I’m not as dumb as I look”, whispered Lucas out of breath, watching Eliott scan his own face. For a moment, he was distracted by the beauty of him.

And this was his biggest mistake.

Eliott was not unexperienced in fighting. Just as Lucas opened his mouth to speak again, maybe using the moment to clarify some things, Eliott rolled away from under Lucas and grabbed Lucas by the arm, pulling him down in a sudden motion instead. The air was pressed out of Lucas’ lungs for a moment and he tried to get Eliott off of him, but Eliott pressed his knees down on Lucas’ hips, holding his hands above his head. Lucas was breathless after some moments passed and Eliott just sat there, hovering over him, a triumphant smile on his lips as Lucas struggled against him.

“Lesson number 1: Never get distracted during a fight”, said Eliott quietly with a breathless voice while holding Lucas’ hands on the ground, his thumb laying on the thin skin on his wrist. Lucas’ smirked a bit, admitting that Eliott had way more experience in fighting than himself internally and that he maybe could really learn something from him.

He was just thinking about how fast all of this happened as Eliott’s fingers suddenly slowly stroked over Lucas’ skin. Lucas forgot how to breath as Eliott’s soft fingers left a trace on the skin of Lucas’ hand. Eliott kept looking into Lucas’ big, blue eyes, the fighting spirit completely changed for something else in his expression. Something soft. As if he forgot where he was and who he tackled on the ground and why in the first place. Lucas just realized how close they were, that he just had to lean in to be so fucking close to Eliott’s face that he could just kiss him and—

Suddenly, Eliott stood up again, leaving Lucas on the floor with confusion in his eyes while he could still feel the ghost of Eliott’s fingers on his skin. The moment was gone. Did he just imagine all of this happening or…

“I—I think we should take a break. Get some water and stuff”, mumbled Eliott, his back straight again and the smirky and deep, nearly sultry voice exchanged for his professional business one.

Lucas could only nod while sitting up, driving a hand through his hair. He really enjoyed the little bantering, the teasing between the two of them and that Eliott showed another side of him, more of the side Lucas saw in that dark alley, something passionate shining through the cold and hard shell. But at this point, where Eliott returned to his business side, Lucas was not sure if any of that even happened or if this was just some wild imagination where he thought that this fight was more about flirting and touching the other one than about real learning.

Eliott turned around, leaving the room to get some water. Usually, the royal had to accept the request of the “servant” wanting to leavd the room. But Eliott didn’t remember or didn’t care.

Lucas was left there on the floor, staring into the void.

For a moment, he thought that the business Eliott would finally melt away to show the real one. Or the real one was the business Eliott and the glimpse of Eliott Lucas caught that night was just a pretence.

In any way, Eliott wanted to keep up the business relationship between them. The nearly longing touch of Lucas’ hand, the feather light stroking, was just a… mistake. Some dream.

“I can do that”, mumbled Lucas to himself, wrapping his arms around his knees.

But he was not sure anymore at this point.

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