the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

royal

this is really short but it's the last of the one-shots i wrote at camp so hurray

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"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said with a smile, closing his book. Scott smiled and swept his queen into his arms, connecting their lips. She smiled against Scott's lips and kissed back, slinging her arms around Scott's neck. The cheers of the crowd were distant as the king and queen and their two kingdoms were united.

It was short-lived. That night, their precious king was kidnapped, straight out of the castle. The queen and the kingdom were devastated.

Scott woke up in a dark room, his wrists chained to the wall. He would've been scared, but he was the king, and kinds didn't get scared. "Hello? Is anybody here? Please help!" he called, struggling to free himself. Even he couldn't help but jump when there was a sound like a door opening and footsteps walking down the stairs. "Hello, Your Majesty," a soft voice spoke, and the footsteps stopped when the person reached the bottom of the stairs. "I am your king, and I demand you let me go!" Scott shouted, fighting to free himself. There was a quiet chuckle, and Scott felt a soft hand cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I'm afraid I can't do that," the voice spoke again, ghosting their thumb over his bottom lip. Scott jerked away from his captor and pressed himself as far away from the person as he could get. "You won't get away with this," he warned, but the person just chuckled again. "Oh, Your Majesty, I already have. No one will ever find you here. You belong to me now."

"I am your king, and—"

"Nah ah. You're not a king anymore. You're my pretty slave."

"Slave? I'll never obey you."

The person clicked their tongue disapprovingly. "Oh, yes, you will. If you don't, your pretty king gets it. Do you understand?"

"Fine. Just... Please don't hurt her," Scott pleaded, all of his dignity one. He couldn't see the person's face, but he could make out the glint of white teeth, and he knew they were smirking. "Good boy," they cooed, running their fingers through Scott's hair. Scott gritted his teeth and forced himself to sit and take it. There was the person's soft chuckle again, and Scott felt their hands retract from him. "It's a bit dark in here, isn't it?" they said almost mockingly, and Scott heard their footsteps recede.

The lights clicked on. Scott looked to be in a sex dungeon, and goosebumps fanned over his skin, fear shooting through him. Footsteps started up again, and Scott's gaze jerked to see his captor. He was small and lithe, and his black clothes clung to his body. His eyes were the color of chocolate, his hair like coffee, and plump lips were stretched over his teeth in a smirk. "Ah, my beautiful little sex slave," the man murmured, his eyes trailing over his features. "I've had a crush on you since we were both wee toddlers. We were always meant to be together, Scotty, but alas, I am no prince. I am just Mitch. I don't have a kingdom to unite with yours. Now, though, I have you." He smiled and crouched down to cup Scott's cheeks. His hands were like ice. "You will fall in love with me, and you'll reemerge and announce me as your queen, not that dumb bitch you married yesterday. We'll live happily ever after together."

"I'll never fall in love with you," Scott spat, but Mitch's eyes darkened and he tangled his fingers in Scott's hair, jerking his head back to reveal his neck. "Oh, you will," he snapped. "Just give it time, Your Majesty. But for now, I need to claim what's mine." Suddenly, Scott felt Mitch's lips on his neck. He hated how a jolt of pleasure surged through his body at the feeling.

Mitch spent a good while marking up Scott's neck. By the time he had finished, Scott's breathing was shaky and he was digging his nails into his palms. Mitch smiled with satisfaction at the sight and kissed every single one of them. "Beautiful boy." Scott turned his head away, wishing he was back home with his wife. Mitch undid the chains that bound Scott to the wall and grabbed the chain that connected his wrists, tugging him up. "Come on, darling. I'll let you settle in before we do anything, but you'll be in my room with me," he said, pulling him up and out of the basement. Scott stumbled after him, looking around for a way he could escape.

Mitch hummed to himself as they walked up the stairs to the second floor, and Scott hated himself for thinking it sounded pretty. They went into Mitch's main bedroom, without the chains and whips and various sex toys strewn everywhere. Mitch led Scott into the bathroom and brushed his teeth for him, and after he brushed his own teeth, he pulled Scott back out to the bedroom. "Pretty pajamas for my pretty boy," he murmured to himself as he scanned the closet, and Scott waited tensely for him to finish, trying to hide his nerves.

Mitch eventually extracted a tight, lacy nightgown designed for women, and his face lit up in a smile as he turned to give it to Scott. Scott warily took it and forced himself to stand quietly as Mitch undressed him. Mitch's eyes glinted hungrily and he licked his lips when he saw Scott almost completely naked in front of him, but he didn't say anything, wordlessly undoing Scott's handcuffs so he could dress. Scott didn't want to risk trying to escape then, so he obediently pulled them on. Mitch smiled at the sight and chained their wrists together, then crawled in bed with Scott behind him.

They laid down in bed, and Mitch held him closely. Scott reluctantly set his head on Mitch's shoulder and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep, hoping to escape when Mitch drifted off. However, Mitch was singing a soft lullaby and petting him and rubbing his back, and Scott was out like a light.