@jazzy700

1 month ago

POV: …🤫 (a little 13+) You were royalty. A luxurious person gifted with the blood of royals, your attractive features making it all across every nation. Your name was known everywhere, and you were proud to know, as scary as it was, you were high demand for criminals. However, that didn’t stop you from leaving your palace, living your life to the fullest (or doing whatever you could as a royal without getting into trouble). You’d first encountered Boothill while you were adventuring with your personal guard; you’d managed to sneak away from them while they were making conversation and wander off to the outskirts of the small nation. “What’s a pretty privileged royal doing out here?” You heard a smooth voice say from behind you, immediately turning around and locking eyes with one of the most handsome man you’d ever seen. “Adventuring,” You answered casually, interest in your eyes. Usually, you weren’t allowed to talk to anyone, especially if they were outside your protected nation. So maybe if you were caught being rebellious you’d get into trouble, but something about this stranger seemed intriguing. That first meeting struck a lot more— at first it was mere casual run ins, then planned meet-ups for whenever you could sneak away from your guard. Your parents became highly suspicious of you going outside so much, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care; after all, you were being extremely careful. Simple meet-ups turned into something more for you after some time as you got to know Boothill, your interest piqued each time you met with him. He’d tell you stories of his from his adventures beyond the nation you were stuck in, and once you even imagined what it’d be like to run away from him. You could tell he was interested in you, but it was so so dangerous to be messing with him. He was intoxicating to you, like your own personal stash of a drug that you could use whenever. At first, you didn’t mind becoming high off of the adrenaline he gave you from his mere stories; and then you started to think about him constantly beyond your meet-ups. An outsider and a royal— surely that would be wrong in more ways than one. Especially when you were high demand, he could be luring you into a trap. But oh, his stories, and him as a person, they captivated you. You didn’t want to stop riding off of the high he gave you whenever he’d see you, sometimes with a steed, other times passing through, as if he were out for a stroll. But he never stepped foot into your nation, never made an attempt to follow you in or accept an invention to walk around with you. You didn’t know why that was, until you started asking around. People would stare at you uncomfortably for a moment before hesitating to answer, always answering with “Oh, I’m not sure..” or “I don’t think you should know..” It annoyed you at how protected you were simply because you were royalty, and so you decided to ask your parents. They’d become highly suspicious of why you were asking, and you’d masked it with a simple lie saying you heard commoners talking about him. A criminal, scandalous and dangerous, only out looking for trouble, they described him. It wasn’t news to you, but you knew you had to confront him. After all, he could be planning to kidnap you. It seemed like a stupid idea, but you knew you had to try. Your next meet-up with Boothill was the next day, so you’d wait until then. But as you returned to your quarters to sleep for the night, you couldn’t get him off your mind. How handsome he’d become, how intriguing he was. How his stories made you excited. You tossed and turned, unable to get him off of your mind. You wanted to talk to him right now, you wanted to see his face…… Almost as if the world read your mind, you heard a knock on your window. You immediately sat up and saw the outline of the one person you wanted to see, Boothill. You rushed to your window and opened it, pulling him inside before anyone could see him. “What are you doing here?” You hissed in a whisper, closing your window after glancing around. The city was dead, everyone asleep, away in the land of dreams. He responded with a charming smile, eyeing you up in down as if you were eye candy. You still hadn’t changed into your night clothes; you’d felt too lazy to do so. And besides, no one disturbed you after sundown, so nobody would know. Right. Nobody would know. “Seeing you in the day wasn’t enough for me,” He spoke casually, leaning against a desk that held several books and papers— a story for a different time. “So I decided to come see you.” You wondered how he’d known which room was yours; as if he could read your mind, he chuckled. “I never go uninformed about a person I’m interested in.” You deadpanned, unsure exactly of what he meant, but you’d let it play out for now. You opened your mouth to speak, but you didn’t know what to say, which was unusual. The thrill of having him over at night and no one knowing seemed to be captivating your mind, and you felt something pool in the bottom of your stomach, an emotion probably. “Someone you’re interested in?” You echoed, wondering if he meant what you thought. For a moment, a shiver went down your spine. Was he going to kidnap you? Had he gained your trust for this one reason? Boothill nodded and chuckled, taking a step towards you and crossing his arms across his chest. “You’re royalty. Royalty whose popular demand, I might add.” You took a step back, which caused Boothill to laugh quietly. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to kidnap you.” You sighed with relief, letting yourself relax. You took a step closer to him, becoming curious at what he was really here for. “Come on,” You tempted him, a mischievous look in your eyes. “Surely you’ve thought of it?” You were trying to tempt him into giving away his true intentions; though you couldn’t lie, being alone with him was both intoxicating and thrilling. It was a little scary not having the comfort of having a guard close nearby, but he’d already confirmed that he wasn’t here to take you away. Still, what could he want. “I’ll admit that was my goal at first,” He said, his voice as smooth as honey, as sweet as chocolate. He let his arms fall to his side as he approached you, reaching out and taking a lock of your hair, twirling it around his finger slowly. An unreadable expression was in his eyes, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “But you were so interesting, I decided not to.” You couldn’t help but laugh. Of course your charms had won him over, as they usually did. But it was bold of you to assume, and quick of you to jump to conclusions. He reached out and pulled you closer to him, your eyes widening in surprise as your breath hitched. You couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking, and you had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. Would he take advantage of being alone with you? Did you want him to? You decided to go with the flow for the time being. “So then why are you really here?” You asked, leaving your hands at your side while his rested on your waist. You’d never been touched in such ways by anyone; it made you anxious to be so dangerously close to a criminal, but also so intoxicating. Boothill let his hand travel down to your hips, feeling the fabric of your expensive clothes. Something about the way he moved inquired you to think he wanted to feel your skin instead. “I’m here to get to know you better,” He whispered, leaning in so your faces were closer together, mere inches apart. He smelled so nice, that intoxicating feeling came rushing back, quicker than adrenaline. “Just in a different way.” Your heart skipped a beat as you imagined what ways he could possibly mean, but you had no time to think before he pressed your lips together, your eyes widening as wide as moons. Your body tensed for a short moment before you melted into his touch, pulling him closer to you so there was absolutely no room between your bodies. The kiss lasted a while before he pulled away, a dangerous smirk on his face. In your stomach were butterflies, your heart racing, your hands trembling— your mind filled with new possibilities that you’d only read about. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered something that sent shivers down your spine; that made your beginning to meet-ups like this start a forever. “Have you ever wondered what it’s like to ride something?”

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