I find that photo so hot i don't understand.
Warning: my specialty is up ahead; smut that really isn't smut oops. False hope for everyone!
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Harry smiled as people in the room continued the chat, Lea pumping her fist up and shouting with them. I stood up too, walking over to him as his father scrambles out of the room, grumbling like a child under his breath.
"What now, King of the North?" I tease him, and he brings his arm to pull me closer to his side, grinning down at me before facing the crowd.
The chants fade, just as Harry opens his mouth to speak. "I say this calls for a feast." He starts, and I see the servants that had entered with the queen look down on the floor. "But, everyone will cook - guards and servants, even me." He says, causing a lot of eyes to widen and a few questions to be gasped. "And everyone will eat at the same time, and everyone will clean up after themselves." He says, grinning as if he was proud of what he was doing. "If we're going to remove inequality from this kingdom, we might as well start now." He says.
"But, your grace." Someone calls up Harry. A guard by the left wall steps a bit forward so Harry could see him. "Most of us," the guard refers to the men in uniform near him "don't have the slightest clue on how to cook." He says, although he seemed more troubled than he was complaining.
Harry shrugs and nods his head towards the people behind his mother. "Ask them. I'm sure they'll be happy to teach you, as they are skilled in ways that you aren't." He says, and no one seemed to have a problem with that.
"Let's head to the kitchen, then." Anne says, clapping her hands once and everyone immediately starts to file out of the room.
Lea hops off the table and she was about to move towards us, but dramatically sighs when she sees Harry leaning closer to me. "You know what, I'll be in the kitchen with everyone else." She says and skips away before either of us could say anything more.
The doors finally close and Harry immediately wraps both arms around me, resting his forehead on mine. "Sooo, King of the North, eh?" He says, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I laughed, pecking his lips once before speaking. "I'm not really into kings." I tease, and he feigns an offended expression at my words.
"Sometimes you wound me, Anna." He says, causing me to smile at his cute pout.
I wiggle out of his grasp and adjust the crown on his head. The way he stood up to his father - the man who had raised him - was amazing, and I've honestly never felt more proud of someone. I place another kiss on his cheek before intertwining our fingers together. "I'll make an exception for this king, then. His curls are too sexy, if I'm being honest." I say.
I start to walk, about to drag him with me to the kitchen, but he seemed to have other plans. He tugs me back, making my back press to his front as his other arm locks me against him. "Just my curls? Baby, that can't be the only thing you find sexy about me." He teases, his breath fanning the skin on my neck as he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I would never get used to this type of pull he has on me.
I find myself unable to talk as his lips meet the skin of my neck, and I could do nothing but tilt my head so he had better access. He chuckles, his chest vibrating against my back. "This is probably the worst time for this." I say, my voice breathy, and in all honesty I already did feel like my lungs had stopped working.
A bit of shouting is heard behind the doors, but my mind is ripped away from reality as Harry's lips kiss their way up my neck and stop by my ear again. "I know." He says, nibbling on the shell of my ear. "Imagine if someone walked in while I'm thrusting in and out of your pure, sweet body." He mumbles, the image surprisingly causing my entire body to heat up and I felt as though someone was burning my skin.
I gasped as his lips start sucking on a particularly sensitive spot just by my jaw, and I was practically shaking in his hold. I bring my free hand up to him, tangling in his hair to keep him close, and I swear I feel him smirk against my skin. "Glad to know you crave me just as much as I crave you." He whispers against the now sore patch of skin, his hot breath fanning against the mark he left.
I felt my heart skip a beat when he thrusts his hips forward, letting his semi-hard length push against me. "Oh my god." I couldn't stop the words from slipping past my mouth, causing Harry to start chuckling at my flustered state again.
I turn around, not able to contain my desire any longer as I pushed Harry down to the chair his father had sat on. He stared up at me, green eyes dark with lust as his mouth parts, watching me as I sat down on his lap with my legs on either side of him.
His hands immediately place themselves on my waist as I placed mine on his cheeks, pulling him in so his lips could meet mine again.
These were barely anything like the ones we shared before. It wasn't sweet or loving or gentle. With the way his lips moved with mine and the way he basically fed me his tongue, it felt raw. Raw desperation. Raw passion. Raw lust. It was as if we were matches that had be unused for so long and now there's finally a connection, a spark. And we just -
Ignite.
"I love you." I manage to say.
"And I love you." He says back, and it felt as if this whole damned universe had finally turned around. I mean, who would have guessed that an ignorant prince like him would become an open-minded king, or that a poor, hard-headed hunter like me would become the soft-hearted fighter.
I pressed my hand down onto the obvious bulge straining against Harry's pants, and he immediately throws his head back, causing the crown on his head to fall and clatter against the floor. His eyes were closed and lips parted to let out a loud moan, the sound doing absolutely nothing to help soothe the ache down there.
I place my lips at his neck, attempting to copy his actions earlier as I continued to palm him through the clothing that separated us. Harry's hands had tightened on my sides as he basically panted beneath me. "Feels so good, baby girl." He moans, his hips thrusting up against my hand. "So good."
I pressed down harder, causing the loudest moan yet to rip from his throat.
I grinned against his neck, happy that I'm able to satisfy him like this, but just as I was finally getting the hang of it, a shout rips through the air.
I stand up to my feet, the scream was familiar and a chill had settled on my bones, replacing the fire that Harry had lit. My eyes are wide as I now stared at the closed doors, one name slipping through my lips. "Lea."
I rush towards the exit, the sound of footsteps behind me told me Harry had followed. I push the doors wide open, shocked to see Anne on top of someone, wrestling her down to the ground. On the other side of the room, I see my sister on someone's shoulders, her arms holding tightly around the guard's neck as he thrashed around trying to get her loose.
The people around had also burst into chaos. Some cheering and betting on who would kill who, and some were yelling and trying to stop the fights. There were some trying to get back to work too, but they were easily overpowered by the noise that had consumed the place.
The girl Anne was wrestling looks our way, and her brown eyes brighten at something behind me. Of bloody course.
Laetitia manages to slip out of the queen's hold and immediately run towards Harry. She wraps her arms around him quickly before she hides behind his back. "Don't let her kill me." I hear her say over the chaos.
We had just been through this, but I couldn't help but feel a bit of anger spark in me at the sight, but before I could do much of anything, Anne is up to her feet about to chase the girl, but Harry attempts to get between them.
My hand is pulled by someone, and I'm met with another set of familiar brown eyes. "Is my family safe?" I hear Mia shout near my ear to make sure I understand her over the noise, but I couldn't focus on her as my anger rose at the sight of someone else's hands on my Harry.
I try to go over there, but Mia keeps me in place, questions about her family spewing from her mouth as she held one of my arms in both of her hands.
My mind was whirling with, almost unable to keep up with my surroundings and the chaos that swallowed the room.
And I've had enough of this.
I ripped my arm from the girl and grabbed as many pot and pans I could gather in my arms before climbing on top of a counter. I dropped everything that I was carrying from my arms to the floor before shouting "Shut it!"
The noise rose above everything else, and everyone in the room froze to look at me.
Everyone except my sister who jumped from the guard's shoulder and weaved her way through the crowd towards me. "Anna! Anna!" She shouts, the whole room watching her now too as she climbed on top of the counter. She pulls at my arm, and that's when I notice the anger radiating in her eyes again. She points at the man she was battling who seemed more than disoriented, before speaking. "That's him! He's the man that killed Christian!"
My eyes widen at her words, body going numb as I looked at the man again - only to be shocked to see a familiar face.
Zayn.
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It's the second day of school for me and I already have 8 homeworks, and 2 essays. I don't understand, I've only been to five classes how the fck??????