Being the child of Terzo brought on a lot of hardships. You are the only heir in all of the realms that is old enough to rule, the others were illegitimate or toddlers. Wanting to be a normal person was just not on the cards, but being the sole inheritor and leader of a satanic church was.

You have one really close friend in the ministry who does know about your position, Mary. Mary is the sweetest girl ever, a little too innocent, but sweet and loving. Your father trusts you enough to go out in public, as long as you keep your colored contact over your eye. He would never admit this either, but he always sends some of the ghouls out to keep watch. He doesn't ask about what you did or who you were with, he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

One night, you recognized Omega sitting at the bar with Alpha. You walked over to them, cursed them out, and then yelled at your father. Although you were much older than you looked, over a century, you hated the fact that he kept tabs, especially when it was by people you grew up with and know better than anyone. So, in Terzo's magnificent brain, he decides to send Copia's ghouls out, besides, he thinks that you have barely met them and they are closer to your age.

The party was just getting started, it was singles night at the bar downtown and half priced drinks. Mary and you were already a few shots in, just enjoying the music. The black party dress you wore left little to the imagination. You and Mary were just swaying to the music, then one particular song started playing, "Girl the way you movin got me in a trance." The speakers blared, "DJ TURN IT UP LADIES HERE'S YOUR CHANCE!" You and Mary yell at each other. This one guy came up behind you, he was attractive, probably a little older than you if you were as old as you looked. You knew you couldn't ever date the guy, but hey what's a little fun?

You start to shake your ass against him, his hands found your hips. Once the song was finished, you turned and faced him. Your eye glowed through the contact slightly. Mary couldn't stop laughing. His hands stayed on your hips, that big, attractive grin on his face, "Hello Ms. Emeritus." He bowed his head, "Swiss." You growled, accidentally causing some people to look over at your group. Swiss eyed them all, "Y/n. Be more careful, a drunk guy almost got to you." He let your hips go and sat back at the bar next to another ghoul, Rain, "He really had to send Rain?" Mary asked, slightly blushing, giving him a little wave.

You roll your eyes and look at her, "We all know you both like each other, don't lie." It was true. Rain and Mary were fated mates, but both refused to believe it was true, mainly on the basis that they both liked each for ever, "I need more alcohol." You say to Mary, she nods and grabs your hand, dragging you over to the opposite end of the bar from Swiss and Rain. The bartender, a six foot tanned man of pure muscle and sexual appeal walked over, winking at you, "What can I get for you, sexy mama." You nearly became sober at that comment, yeah men hitting on you was normal, but he was coming on strong, and since Swiss was staring daggers at you, you decided to have some fun.

You cross your arms right under your chest, and lean on them, the bartender's eyes practically glued to the skin that was showing, "What do you like, big boy?" He instantly stiffened, your charm worked, "You know, It's not so often I see a pretty thing like yourself. I'll give you a drink on the house for your number." You giggle, Mary tries not to howl with laughter watching as Rain has to physically restrain Swiss from getting the man away from you, "Sure, daddy." The bartender handed you a napkin and a pen as he went to get the finest bottle of whiskey they had. You glance at Swiss, smirk, then blow him a kiss, you could see the steam coming out of his ears.

You write down Swiss's number, and kiss the napkin staining it with your lipstick. The bartender comes back, pocketing the napkin and pouring out two rocks glasses FULL of the stuff. You and Mary sit, knowing that with the amount of alcohol you've already had plus this would make you drunk, but that was Swiss and Rain's problem.

You and Mary finish the drink in only five minutes, and the bartender walks back over, "Can I get you beauties anything else?" Rain started staring daggers, "I'll have a BJ shot." You lick your lips finishing your request. The bartender snickers, "Anything for you, gorgeous." Mary nudged you, "What?" You ask, looking at her, she has wide eyes, "Swiss..." She tilts her head towards him, he's fuming. The glass in his grasp shatters as you make eye contact, Rain keeps a hand on his shoulder, desperately looking at you to stop, you only smile and turn back to Mary, "If my dad is going to keep sending bodyguards I'm allowed to do as I please." Mary rolls her eyes, "Don't act like I didn't warn you." She mumbles.

The bartender comes back. He places the shot glass on the bar, the can of whipped cream in his hand, "We go BJ shots a little different here" He smirks. You know they didn't and that he was just trying to hit, but why not? He squirts the whipped cream into his hand. You give your best doe eyes and lick it off of his band, your hands held behind your back. You then lower your head over the shot glass, wrapping your lips around it, and downing the liquid inside.

Before you could even swallow the shot, a strong pair of arms wrapped around you, causing you to almost choke, but you're not a spitter. You swallow the liquid, coughing slightly, "WHAT THE HELL!" You scream turning to the ghoul and pushing him back by the chest, "Y/n. We're leaving." Swiss growls, his eyes glowing red slightly, "NO! I'm agrownwoman I candowhatIwant." You slur hitting his chest. He started losing his human glamor, a sign of his anger. Rain held Mary's hand, she hugged his waist, clearly drunk. He wrapped protective arms around her, scared for what Swiss would do.

You stumble back against the bar, almost falling, the alcohol finally hitting you like a brick wall, the room starts to spin, "Swiss..." You whisper, reaching for him to help, he does quickly, practically holding you up in his arms, "I'm-I'm sorry for getting angry Y/n." He whispers as you start to go limp in his arms, "Y/n?" He moves one hand to tap your cheek, "Y/n wake up!" He shouts, "Shit. We have to get back to the ministry." He says, Rain and Mary lead him and you out of the bar.

Swiss is holding you bridal style, Mary had to advocate that you knew Swiss to many people who stopped him, a good sign for a healthy society. He tosses the keys to Rain, who was helping Mary sit in the front seat. Swiss gently sat you in the back of the car, quickly walking around the other side. You started to stir and wake, he quickly, but carefully wraps an arm around your shoulder, letting you lay against his shoulder, your legs kick up onto the seat, "It's okay Y/n, it's Swiss, Rain, and Mary, we got you." You snuggle against him, he blushed.

Rain and Mary were watching through the rearview mirror, big goofy smiles on their faces. Rain knew that Swiss and you were fated mates, but that's what made the whole moment even more bitter. The Emeritus line could only wed and breed with other realms' rulers. If a ghoul even talked to an Emeritus for too long, they could be sent away. Swiss's heart pounded into his chest as your hands wrapped around his waist, his other hand rested on top of yours, you purred into his chest causing Mary and Rain to laugh. Swiss quickly shushed them.

Rain took his time driving back to the ministry, wanting his brother to savor the moment, but also enjoying the way Mary held his hand and kissed the back of it every few seconds. Pulling into the driveway, you stir, feeling the car stop moving and squeeze onto Swiss, the dizzy, nauseous feeling coming back, "Are you okay?" He whispers moving his arm from around your body to your shoulder, forcing you to look at him.

Your vision is blurry, your head sways, and you say, "I'm gonna..." then gag. Swiss says, "Oh hell no." and quickly helps you out of the car. He walks you over to the grass as you heave and starts to spit up, "It's okay, let it out." He says as your hands go to your knees, he holds your hair out of the way, and stands behind you to cover what the dress didn't. You vomit, your legs shake as you do, threatening to give out, Swiss moves one hand to hold you by the waist, guaranteeing that you wouldn't fall into the puddle of vomit, "It's okay, Y/n, I got you, just get it all out."

There are few things that can get Swiss antsy. He kills people daily, has seen people get slaughtered, gone through copious amounts of hellish battles, but vomit. Vomit is where he draws the line. You heave up the last of what was in your stomach, taking a few shaky deep breaths, "Okay." You spit out some saliva, "Okay I'm done, that was everything." You regain your strength and stand, leaning against Swiss's chest, unintentionally.

He let your hair go, he then wrapped both of his arms around your waist, you moaned softly at his comforting touch. He started blushing, "Y/n, I don't want to anger you, but we should get inside." You groan, your head pounding, body aching, "Can we stay here a little longer?" You ask, your hands resting on top of his, you barely understand your actions, but your soul and body seemed to.

Swiss sways you back and forth slightly, his head resting on your shoulder, "Just tell me when, love." You barely process the new name, "Can you do something for my pain?" You grumble, another headache pounding into your skull. Swiss pulls his head off of your shoulder, "Is it okay if I kiss you?" You turn and face him, "What?" He shakes his head, "I mean...just on your temple, it's the only way I can." You raise a brow, slightly suspicious, but your body screams for you to take his comfort, to throw yourself at him, "Okay." You leaned back against his chest.

Swiss held you even closer against him, he manifested his energy into his hands, imagining the pain leaving your body in waves. He whispers, "Cura ut amore meus" You feel his soft lips pressing against your temple, instant relief floods through your body. You let out audible moans and praises as the pain begins to leave your body. Swiss would normally make a joke about it, but he couldn't bring himself to laugh at your pain. He loves you, he truly loves you, all of you, just for being you, "Swiss...thank you, thank you." You say out of breath, still trying to recover from you throwing up earlier. Your legs start to give in, your eyes close, completely exhausted. You can't help it, you let the sleep over take you, "Woah, woah, Y/n?" Swiss urges, quickly catching you before you fall. He sweeps your legs up, holding you bridal-style in his arms.

He sighs, but starts to walk back into the church, scared for the next decision he decided to make.

He carefully carried you into his room, knowing that Sister Imperator or your father would not find you here and berate you. He carefully laid you on his bed, stepping away to change out of his street clothes and into sweatpants. Once he finishes changing he turns back to you, clinging to one of his pillows and whimpering, "Y/n?" He softly asks, quickly leaning over you, "What's wrong?" You looked up at him, wide eyes, clearly still slightly affected by the alcohol, "Cuddles." You coo, reaching up to him, he intercepts your hands, "Let's get you changed first, then I will cuddle you as much as you want okay?" You start to cry, "Okay, okay." he leaned over you more, practically kneeling beside his bed, your arms wrapped around his neck and upper back while his stayed on the sides of your body, nervous to touch you because of your state, "Can I help you get dressed now?" He asks, you nod.

He gets up and walks over to his closet pulling out an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt, big enough to cover you to your thighs, "Here you can wear my shirt." He hands you it, you're already sleeping. He sighs. Swiss doesn't want you to think that he is weird, or anything, but your dress was soiled with alcohol and vomit. He quickly removes the dress, making sure to respectfully stare elsewhere. He put the t-shirt on you, "Good night, Y/n." He moved to the otherside of his bed, you roll on your side, he looks over at you, "Swiss..." You reach out for him, he lets your hands wrap around his waist, "Hold me." you grumble into his chest, his hands rest on your back, you both drift off to sleep.

You groan, your eyes slowly opening. Your body felt tired. Not sick, not hungover, just tired, "Ah, good morning." A voice says, you quickly sit up and rub your eyes, desperate to see where you were, "Hey, hey it's okay, it's okay." It was Swiss, his hand held yours, interlocked from before you woke up. You looked over at the ghoul, watching your every move with his golden eyes, "Swiss? Did-Did we?" You frantically try and ask, confused as to how you ended up in his room and in his t-shirt. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out what you were asking, "Oh, oh Satan no." He replies quickly sitting up and against his head board, "No, you-you were just wasted and you got sick, so I healed you, but then you passed out so I just let you lay in my bed, we didn't...I swear I didn't do anything." You look into his eyes, but the pain behind yours reminds you that you wore contacts. You snap your fingers, vanishing them. You stared back into Swiss's eyes, your white eye glowing, searching his soul for any lies in his story, he was telling the truth. You sigh in relief, "Why didn't you just take me back to my room?"

He pauses before answering, "I-I wanted to make sure that you would be okay. You drank a lot." He couldn't look at you, a sign that he was lying, "Swiss." You hold his hand, "Why are you lying to me, you've never lied to me." He looks at your hands then into your eyes, "Y/n," He takes a deep, shaky breath, "You know why." Your brain thinks for a moment, then it clicks. Why were you so comfortable around him, why did you reach for his hand, what was the constant teasing, hugging, and side glances about, why did you feel like you've known him forever when you've only known each other for a year, "No, no Swiss it can't be true." You say, starting to tear up, watching as his face drops, "Y/n, I'm sorry, believe me I'd change it if I could." He squeezes your hand reassuringly, "I don't want you to change it." You say, wiping your tears, "I want to be with you."

You move to keel beside him, your hands finding his jaw, "I want to be with you, so, so bad Swiss. I thought it was just-I don't know, but I always felt drawn to you." Swiss's hands found your waist, "I never thought you'd realize." He smiles, small giggles leaving both of you.

You move so you're straddling his hips, your hands stay on his face, "Thank you, for everything." You whisper, the space between you closing, "I'd do anything for you" he whispers against your lips, his hand moves up your body to the back of your neck, pulling you into a long, heated, passionate kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair, desperate to keep him there forever. Your soul felt like fireworks, bursting with colors in a dark sky. The joy and love in your hearts was too overwhelming, like a century long reunion.

After a few minutes you pull back for air, your white eye glowed in the dim room, "Y/n, you know we can't." Swiss pants, breaking the silence, "I don't care. I am my father's daughter, never forget how stubborn I am." You joke, trying to lighten the mood. Swiss laughs exasperatedly, pulling you in for another kiss. When your lips touched again, a spark of pure happiness coursed through both of your bodies. He feels you smile against his lips, you pull away unwillingly, he gently tucks a few pieces of hair behind your ear, you lean into his gentle touch, "I don't want to leave." You mumble, getting lost in his affection, "Then don't." Swiss jokes back, he moves you off of his lap and beside him, wasting no time to quickly lay you against his chest, "Just stay with me today, we'll figure it out eventually." He promises. You nuzzle into his side, your hand gently tracing his chest and abs. You yawn, still tired from last night, "You can sleep, I won't leave you, I promise." Swiss whispers, kissing the top of your head. You let sleep overtake you, safe, content, and loved in Swiss's arms.