Anti-hero x Traditional hero -- Pairing: Vincian(Gay)

Plot included? - Yes

Types of sex presented: Blowjob, Frotting.

Word count: 5654

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Funny how fate works. Our hero, the savior of the land, was supposed to wed the princess he once saved from a fearful and terrifying dragon, was on his way to save her again. This time, his beloved was kidnapped by a dark lord whose lair was located on top of the most fearsome and lifeless mountains that even death would wish for a better place. 

Throughout his quest to rescue the love of his life, he was accompanied by his friend who has proclaimed as his sidekick, and his princess's childhood friend...the anti-hero of the story.

There were only three of them at the start of the journey, but slowly their party grew bigger and more confident to face the evil dark lord as the weeks passed. Now, they have a wise and elderly wizard for a mentor, a curious little fairy, a femme fatale maiden, and a mystical elf accompanied along. With the help of his team, the hero felt more than self-assured that he will save his love from the villain's clutches. Especially now that they're so close to the mountains, it's only a matter of days till they save his beloved. 

Just a few more days.

The hues of the sunset sky has vanished and were replaced by twinkling bright stars, night has fallen. Everyone had settle a small camp in a secluded area of the forest. There, the hero explains his plan of invade the dark lord's castle in his tent where everyone was present to hear his method.

"First we check for guards and we knock them off as silent as possible. Once we get inside, we'll search room after room until we find the princess." the hero explains as his allies listens thoughtfully and nodding attentively to every word he says. No one seemed to disagree with him, some started to make addition to his preposition until a deep and gruff voice interrupts from afar.

"That plan painfully sucks, just like each and every one of you." the voice grunted. The hero immediately knew whose voice that belonged to, and for unknown reasons, it sends shivers down up to spine just from hearing him. 

Everyone turned their gazes behind them to see the brooding and dark anti-hero leaning against the darkest corner of the tent with his arms crossed and his head bowed down. The hero's sidekick huffed and replied to the loner with distaste, "and what alternatives could you give if you disagree, Mr I-Don't-Care?"

The anti-hero slowly looks up to the group, eyes sharply glaring at everyone. As he does so, our hero could feel his heart quickening when his eyes meet those piercing vibrant ones. He doesn't know why he feels like this whenever the two of them gaze at each other, but he guessed it was some kind of subconscious fear he had. Though he never once felt threatened by the loner; if anything, he felt warm and safe around him even through the latter's overbearing insults and complaints.

"You guys could perhaps distract the Lord of Darkness himself by attacking the gates while Mr Hero and I will search for the princess. Wise Wizard here knows how to summon an army of skeletons, and Chirpy Fairy here can harness the power of the sun, why don't we use that as an advantage?" the brute suggested, keeping his stoic and unimpressed trademark look.

These days, everyone could see the anti-hero has opened up. In the first few weeks of the journey, he couldn't be bothered to say no more than two words to anyone(and it'd be usually blocks of insults). But with our hero's contagious optimism and confidence, he finally learned to talk to others without starting a fight and let himself speak whenever he wants to, much like right now.

As much as it annoyed some people to hear his blunt opinions and brutal perspective, our hero was elated he had influence the cold hearted into warming himself. It brings him much joy to an extreme level than it actually should.

Their wizard mentor stroked his long ass white beard for a moment before coughing and wheezing out his reply to the brute. "Well...for one, my boy, to summon a skeleton army, you need to have full communication with the undead world and as an elderly, it would take me days to-"

"Then do it now." the loner simply states. Awkward silence looms over them, as if he just asked for the wizard's two lungs and a kidney. 

"Uh...and my powers could only do so much! A fairy like me couldn't handle much sun power of no more than a minute otherwise it would be the end of me!" the small fairy floating around them added to break the silence, the anti-hero turns his gaze to the pixie, his sharp gaze never faltering. 

"Then we make the most of the 60 seconds. Honestly, you people make me question a person's average intelligence." he says so, rolling his eyes.

The tension stiffens. A few minutes after, their femme fatale maiden spoke up with hesitance. "What you're asking from us, is too much and risky. It could cause some fatal injuries..."

"If you think tip-toeing around the castle owned by a powerful enemy isn't just as risky, if not more dangerous, then you're just plain stupid. But whatever, that has already proven anyway. "

'Of course he would say that, it's him.' our hero thought to himself, suppressing a chuckle. He may hate to say it, but the loner was right; the original plan was more dangerous and would probably cause more damage to them. With skeptic, he voices out. "...he's right, everyone. If we follow my plan, our chance of getting hurt are higher. I say we follow his alternative."

"You can't be serious!" the sidekick gapes at their friend's decision, this wasn't a surprising move from the hero. For some odd reason, every time the anti-hero says something, their friend would throw everything out of the window and agree everything he says and it was beyond frustrating! Why? They don't know the answer to that.

The savior of the land himself too, don't know. The only answer he could tell you is simply because it felt right for him to do. He turns to the brute and see those keen eyes glaring dagger towards him. He felt his breath hitch at the stare and the shyness crawling up his back, but he manages to shake off the feeling. 

"If it means getting my fiancée back, and getting minimal damage, then I'm willing to risk it." he said, voice tone all but convincing. He choked on the word 'fiancée' and hoped the anti-hero didn't pick up on that. The group stayed silent contemplating as our hero took a quick glance back at the loner and see him closing his eyes for a long moment before straightening himself up and began to walk away.

"Whatever guys. I'm going out." that was the only thing the brute said before going out of the tent, vanishing towards the darkness.

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Several hours has passed, the plan has finally been set in stone; they were going to follow the anti-hero's alter idea and were preparing themselves in their own tents for the upcoming days. The wizard was busy meditating, trying to form his communication line with the afterlife while the fairy and elf tries to merge their powers together to form a more lasting and larger sun beam. The hero, the femme fatale, and the sidekick were lounging around their campfire, chatting out and about.

As the three does so, the hero's thoughts couldn't stop going back to the loner who was still somewhere deep in the forest. 'He hasn't come back yet and it has been four hours! What if he got lost or what if he was eaten by the wolves?!' his thoughts continues to circulate as worry starts to fill the savior to the brim, but thankfully his armor had hide his trembling figure very well that his companions didn't even notice. Why was he even thinking about that brute? Shouldn't he be thinking about his wife-to-be and his future with her?

"Why do you guys even tolerate that lone wolf? I think he's nothing but trouble and unnecessary  baggage." the femme fatale questions, sipping her tea. 

"Well, he's my friend's fiancée's childhood friend so he has the right to come with us. It's not like we picked him in the middle of the road, we wouldn't invite him to join us because he's such a pain! Don't you agree, bud?" the sidekick sniggers and nudges their friend by the arm, who finally shook out of his trance. "Huh? Oh...yeah..." the hero mutters and trails off once again. 

His sidekick notices his absences from their conversation and frowned. "What's the deal with you around him anyway? When he's there, you're trying hard to impress him; agreeing with everything he says and doing small favors for him. I don't know about you, but you should do that to the princess, not to her friend. Or maybe you're trying to get his blessings?"

Their hero friend doesn't react to everything they said, he only continues to stare off the woods.

"That's probably it, but you should stop torturing yourself to get it. Despite all the things you've done for him, he acts spiteful around you. Maybe he just really hates you considering you're about to wed his friend. If he won't give you his blessing, then it's alright. You don't need it to marry her highness." the fatale maiden added, the sidekick nods in agreement. 

When she said all these, the savior felt his heart sunk. Not because he was hurt(which was partially the reason), but because he knew that deep inside, it's true. He tried as hard as he could to be nice to the loner, but all he got was  insults, berates, and glares from him; what's worse is he doesn't know why. Though the latter was finally warming up to people and the hostile attitude has thankfully lessen, he becomes more distant and avoidant when it comes to the hero as if his presence...disgusts him.

But why would the brute even stick out for him? To defend his honor and reputation every chance he gets? Help him with training? And the reason he's more approachable was because he learned so much from the hero. If he truly had hatred him, he shouldn't have done all that! Everything about that brute was a whirlwind of confusion, and our hero decides to get to the bottom of it. He stands up from his seat and grabbed his weapon. "I'm gonna go look for him. I need to speak to him." 'and make sure he's alright...' he said the last part in his thoughts.

Their fatale friend and his sidekick just shrug. "You do that. He's probably just wandering about, that dude won't be far away from camp." the maiden said.

"Let's just hope you're right..." the hero whispers to himself before heading into the trees, on his way to find the lone wolf.

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It took him thirty minutes to find him. When our hero turns to an edge, he sees a familiar figure sitting on the grass gazing deeply at the moon; one that may scare lots of people, but made the hero at full ease. The loner had the calmest and troubled look the savior of the land has ever seen, as if he was thinking of something...or someone. Curious, he slowly approaches. As he did, the latter senses his presences and jumps to his feet, preparing his weapon until the hero's full appearance had been brought by the moonlight.

"Oh...it's just you." the anti-hero mutters and puts down his weapon, crossing his arms once more. Maybe it's the whiskey our hero had that's messing his head, but he could've sworn he saw the brute's eyes panic at the sight of him and a tint of blush on his cheeks for a second before his usual intimidating look presented.

The two sat down and started talking about the events in the near future. Once in awhile the hero could sense the other trying to escape the conversation, which made his heart tighten with surprising sadness. As minutes passes, and the brute had finally soften a bit, our hero finally asks:

"Why do you hate me?"

...

"...What makes you think I do?"

The simple reply of the anti-hero made the saviour blink several times in surprise. His stomach was fluttering and a faint pink blush painted itself on his face. 'What did he mean by that?' our hero thought to himself before realizing he was staring at the loner and looked away.  

Clearing his throat, he forms his words again to explain.

"You...I don't know, you're a very confusing man. At one point we're helping each other, and then the second after you act like you're disgusted at my existence, as if I'm not worth your time and was just a punching bag for your insults. I've been trying my best to show you kindness so you could become a better person, which I'm glad it worked and now you're a more tolerable team member. But I feel like you resent me even more...did I do something wrong?"

He was met with silence. He looks back at the brute after getting no answer, and sees the loner in a mental dilemma; a hand covered his eyes in shame and gritted his teeth in self frustration. The anti-hero's hard and emotionless facade have melted away and he was trying to form the right words but was struggling with it.

Finally, he answers. This time, he takes a deep breath and moves his hand away, finding the courage to face the hero beside him, gaze at his shining hopeful eyes from the moonlight's beam, and said in the most sincere tone both of them have ever heard him say. "I never hated you, not even the first time we met. And you didn't do anything."

The hero was shocked, his heart was suddenly beating out of his chest and skipping beats. There was also some sort of new energy coursing through him from this discovery. If he never hated him... 

"Then...why are you like this?" he says in whisper-like tone, involuntarily inching closer to the other. 

The loner was gazing at him deeply and intensely, his eyes were also shining from the moon making them faintly glowing. The hero was dense and confused until he notices the anti-hero was slightly trembling in his place and his eyes have dilated, a blush darkened on his face and his breathing became slight heavier.

Slowly but surely, the realization dawned upon the saviour. His eyes went wide, the pink blush turned bright red hue, and his heart beats were deafening his ears. He couldn't believe it; those times were he thought he hated him was actually the total opposite, the anti-hero was never known to be good at his emotions either so no wonder everything was a mess between them.

But...a man liking another man? That's unheard of. Was it even possible? Our hero doesn't know, but what he does know that he's suddenly getting a burning desire to do something about the tension building up around both of them. He knows the anti-hero can feel it too, they're both straining themselves at this point. Without any further, he makes the first move and slowly but hesitantly leaned forward to press his lips against the brute's.

The kiss was short and skeptic, only mere seconds did it last, but that one simple move made everything change for the two and left them wanting more when they parted. The lone wolf's lips were softer and sweeter than the princess's, it was unimaginable. The second kiss was initiated by the anti-hero, and it was more intense than the first one; their lips roughly against each other, their bodies clashed down to the grass, and their arms moved to clutch and wrap around their partner to press their bodies closer.

The loner broke their make out session to stare at the hero above him, both of their breathings were heavy and their pupils were fully blown. The saviour of the land was gasping for air, his hair was disheveled, and his face was very red. The anti-hero smirk at this sight before him and gently move is hand to cup the hero's face, running his thumb on his soft lips.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long..." he confesses with love in his voice before going in for another sweet kiss and rolled them over so he could tower the hero. The hero at his part, moved his hand up to bury itself into the brute's soft hair and the other to hold his partner's hip in place. The loner had him open his mouth for entrance by gently running his fingers over his lips for permission, and he willingly complied.

He gently bites down on the brute's lip and moans were heard. He heard the anti-hero moan his name so faintly yet so sinful, it was like music to the saviour's ears and he wanted to hear more of it, he wanted them more vocalized. But...

"W-What are we doing...?" he gasped out when they pulled away for air, both of their lips were red from their rough kisses and a string of saliva connected to their tongues. What are they doing? Does this count as...anything? Are they going to have sex? But neither of them have vaginas! No two men have ever done it with each other before! He isn't sure if this counts as something, they're experiencing a new territory! Oh what a confusing moment for the saviour of the land.

"I don't know what we're doing...but I like doing it with you." the anti-hero replies breathlessly and moved his way down to kiss the hero's jaw then down further to the neck, earning a low groan from his partner when he felt his hot breath ghosting over the exposed skin where his armor doesn't protect. "Do you...want to stop?" 

"No! Please. Don't stop, please." The hero cried out, he doesn't even wanna think of stopping; whatever is going to come, he is willing to go through to it all. His body was already overheated and his sense were screaming for him; he needs him, he needs to feel all of him. His reply made the brute smile -- not a sarcastic one, but a genuine and fond one. "I was hoping you'd say that...now let's get these pesky armors off." he teases and taps the iron suit they both had, though the hero had wear more of it than he did. 

Hastily, they removed their protection shields and clothing one by one. Now they were both shirtless, the hero took charge and moved them to one the trees, away from the moon's clear vision. The brute had his back against a tree and sat blissfully with his arms around the saviour's back as he let his partner do wonders to him; lips and hickeys all over his collarbones, and the hero's calloused fingers playing and pulling his nipples. He can't and won't stop the gasps and moans coming out of him. Every kiss, bite, and touch was sending sparks of pleasure and he couldn't get enough.

The hero inspected his partner's chest and notices the scars all over, from the small scratches to the big healed wounds. It made his stomach churn seeing so many once wounds make markings on the brute's body, especially the ones he recognizes. He was hesitant to touch them, afraid to accidentally hurt the latter. The anti-hero notices his immobility and senses his worry. He cups the hero's face, making him look upwards to meet his eyes. He smiles with assurance and so much softness it was impossible to ever think of him as the usual hard and stoic man, and traces a scar on his heart area to show that it was alright to touch.

The savior of the land chuckles at his approval, his heart fluttering again with happiness. He moves downwards to kiss and caress every scar there was to see, earning louder moans and whimpers from the brute beneath him. A new yet reckless idea had pop into the hero's mind, something that is also unheard of but wouldn't hurt to try.

He goes even further downwards, leaving trails of kisses as he does so. The loner watches him leave his arms and go down him with curiosity. The hero was slowly untying his pants and once all the knots were free, he pulled it down to his ankles along with his briefs, the brute's long and fully erected cock sprung free from its restraints. The sight of his swollen dick awoken a new different kind of hunger inside the hero, and it was blazing fiercely.

He took his partner's cock and did a few experimental gentle strokes before setting his idea to motion. He leans down to lick the head, causing a loud surprised and choked moan from the man beneath him. With his brute's reaction, the saviour grew confident and took the entire head of his cock to his mouth. 

The anti-hero cries out the hero's name, the feeling of his dick in his partner's hot and moist cavern with the tongue flickering the underside was a new kind of pleasure and it's making his mind even more hazy. He shuts eyes closed tight and could do nothing but focus on the new sensation he was receiving as his hands gripped onto the grass. Slowly he felt the saviour's lips progressed further and all of his cock being wrapped into the warmth. With a stuttering moan, he open his eyes again see his whole length being swallowed down.

He was more than surprised to see the hero could take it, but didn't interrupt the activity. The sight of him sucking and bobbing his head up and down on his member, eyes unfocused and clouded with lust was uncannily hot and sexy. He bit his lip for a moment before another groan of the hero's name left him. 

The hero was more than enjoying himself, the taste was so much of his partner and he couldn't get enough. With more confidence he tries to go faster and then stopping to give it long licks, and he repeats the process over and over. His hands started to gentle fondle with the loner's balls, which earned more moans of approval and ecstasy. 

It didn't take so long until the anti-hero felt his climax nearing its end. "I'm...close...you need to stop..." he stammers to warn his partner, but instead of getting off, the hero started to bob his head faster than before. The saviour had another idea, and it was to feel his climax in his mouth and see how it tasted, the thought of it drove him to do his job faster.

When the climax hit him, he could feel the lone wolf shudder and tremble, repeating his name like a whisper mantra. His come filled the hero's mouth and it took a few seconds for the taste to settle in. Just as expected, his semen tasted like his partner. Everything about the lone wolf flooded his senses; the taste, the smell, the touch...and our hero relished every bit of it. Once the taste finally seeps in, the saviour swallows it all down and cleaned his partner's softening cock by licking the last droplets of his come.  

After he was done, he moved back up to meet the brute's face. His face was red, sweat kept rolling down from his forehead, eyelids were drooped, eyes were teary and fogged, his breathing heavily for air from the activity; he looks absolutely wrecked. Still, it doesn't stop the teasing smile to curl upon the loner's face. "Mmm...you really enjoyed yourself with your little idea back there." he cups his face again, as he does so, the hero's hand finds his other hand laying beside him and holds it lovingly.

It was just simple action, but it made the smile on the anti-hero turn into a shy one. "I liked how you tasted...and you came so much in mouth, it was amazing." The hero wanton his enjoyment, moaning through his words. His partner smirked again and grabbed a hold of his shoulders and gently pushed him down to the grass.

"I'm glad you liked doing it. But now it's my turn to pleasure you." the anti-hero towers above him and growls in his ear while nibbling his earlobe, earning a gasp and a needy moan from the saviour. The hero realizes his own cock was completely neglected during their little activity and was leaking in his confines. His partner goes down to his neck leaving purple hickeys and nestles himself between the hero's still clothed legs. He glared daggers at the cockblocking garment when he suddenly gets his own idea. 

"I have an idea I'd like to try...is that alright?" the brute asks, the hero nod his head eagerly.

With a smile, he unties the knots of his partner's pants and pulled both the clothing and his boxers down to reveal his already dripping cock. He moves away for a moment to align his body and his own growing hard dick to his counterpart. When the two cocks had brush up against one another and hands of the loner holding them together, the hero let out the loudest moan he ever heard himself. The wind in his lungs left him. His pleas were limited to 'please' and the name of the brute, each word was laced with need and lewdness. 

The anti-hero crouches back down to press his forehead against the hero's with his other arm supporting weight while the other still holding them cocks together and started stroking them in a slow speed, creating a tunnel for the both. The hero arches his back from feeling the pulsing heat of his partner's dick and the new pleasure of this activity overwhelming him to the brim. He could only see colors and stars through his teary vision, and all he could see is him.

He wraps an arm around the back of the loner to pull him closer and the other to lovingly stroke his face. As his partner continues to jack them off faster and them moaning for each other endlessly, he couldn't help but to get lost at the pair of vibrant eyes staring back at him. With a hazy thought, he wonders if could look at the same pair of eyes forever. 

He leans up to meet the anti-hero's lips, who pushed his head back down to the ground and took over the kiss, devouring his mouth and muffling his cries and pleas as he starts to jerk them together in a faster speed. When their mouths parted, the hero was breathless to say anything else, but his climax was coming. "I'm...almost finished..." he gasped out, this causes the man above him to stroke faster and holding them tighter. 

No matter how hard he tried to delay his orgasm to enjoy the moment longer, the need to let out was getting more painful. The hero had no other choice but to let himself get washed over by his climax, feeling lightheaded and relaxed as his orgasm left him. It was the most intense climax he ever had, not even the amount of sex he had with the princess left him this way. The only thing that was keeping his senses from floating away in the afterglow bliss was his partner. 

The anti-hero was there with him, he pleasured him, he did this to him. And he loved him more than he ever loved someone in his life. This wasn't just...whatever this was, it was something more, and they both knew that very well.

 With strips of his white come splattered all over his stomach and chest, the anti-hero decides to give it a try at tasting it since that's what his partner did to his. And as he did, the taste settles in his tongue. It was...

"At least we know who ate all those pineapples now." he teases the tired saviour of the land beneath him, his semen tasted really fruity and sweet. "Haha...shut it." the hero spat back in an exhaustion tone, eyes threatening to sleep. His partner stood up to find his handkerchief to clean his chest with. When the brute was done, he dressed himself and the hero with their outfits, leaving their armor out. 

He lays beside the saviour and hugged him, feeling contented and happy for the first time in his brooding life. The hero returns the hug and briefly kiss his partner's forehead. They basked in their after glow. In that one moment of time, it was just them in the world; no one else but them, and they were in the right place to be in, in each other's arms.

A few minutes after laying in full bliss under the night sky's watch, the pang of reality hit our hero in the face like a frying pan. His eyes flew open wide in panic. "Wait...what does this make of us?" he asks the anti-hero with a panic voice, who was resting in his arms peacefully. 

For a moment, they were silent until the brute spoke up, opening his eyes to meet his partner's. His eyes were relaxed contrast to the hero's nervous ones. "I don't know...I guess you're mine and I'm yours from this moment on."

"As in like, a romantic way?"

"Do you say those words to your sidekick? Obviously I meant in a couple way." the lone wolf's words were sarcastic, but his voice didn't have his usual sarcasm tone.

"But...what about the princess?"

"Ugh, please don't remind me the ultimate reason why I've never acted upon my feelings for you." the brute hugged him tighter and he choked on his words,  burying his face on his cheat as he's afraid to let him go. But they both knew the inevitable was coming, and they must face reality. 

He sucks in a deep breath for the needed courage, and moved away to face the hero again. He gently cups his partner's face before speaking.

"Since the first time we met, I thought you were perfect...and you are; you're just so...full hope, happiness, confidence, bravery, determination...all the things I lack of. When you started courting my childhood friend, I knew I had to distance myself to keep my feelings from losing control. But being in this journey with you has proven hard and...I needed to get away from you as much as possible because I don't wanna hurt your engagement for my selfish needs. But..."

He stops for a second to compose himself, tears threatening to leave his eyes. The hero just watches and listens, his own hands were holding his partner's. "I'm sorry I made you think I hated you...I just needed to get away from you."

The anti-hero looks away from his gaze and with his usual gruff and cold voice back, he continues. His walls were building up again. "We can pretend none of this ever happened, so your marriage with my friend won't be disrupted; You'll have a big ass wedding, a dozen of children waiting in baby carriages, and you'll be a sappy happy couple till the day you two die..."

"No...I don't want to."

Hearing the hero's response, he turns back at him. He sees the hero smiling at him with love and adoration as the saviour pulls him closer and pressed their foreheads together. "I've...never wanted someone more than anything. Being with the princess has never made me this happy and satisfied, and for the first time, I'm right where I'm supposed to be; with you." the hero tells him, voice full of confidence and sureness, and meant every word he said.

He takes the brute for a long and deep kiss, intertwining their hands together. He poured his feelings onto their kiss to show how much his partner meant. His relationship with the princess started by their people wanting them to be together, it wasn't exactly their choice to get married either. He figured the princess was starting to fall for him, but no matter how hard the hero tried, he can't bring himself to love her the way she loves him.

Here with, out of all people in the world, her best friend: he finally felt the rush, the excitement, the deep connection, the intimacy. He loves this dark brooding sarcastic man with all of his heart, and he is ready to make sacrifices to be with him...even if by means breaking the heart of the princess, and their people's expectations. 

When they parted, they were slightly out of breath. But the anti-hero had a brightening smile full of love that made his heroic heart melt. The brute's walls have faded away. "Does this mean we're something now?" he asks. 

"It appears so." the hero replies happily. The two men let themselves feel silly and laughed their joy out. After their laughter died down, they stare back at the stars above them with hope for their new future, silently enjoying each other's company.

"When we rescue her, we'll tell her the news." the anti-hero starts. "Knowing her all these years, she might not take it well at first, but will eventually warm up. Plus, she'll be thrilled to know that her brother by heart has finally found somebody to love after being years as a brooding bachelor."

"Ahh, so you know you're broody. Good to know you're self-aware." the hero snickers.

"I know, that's something you lack of with that big ego of yours."

"You're just jealous of my self-love."

And then they both let themselves drift to sleep under the moon's watch, peacefully knowing they will walk hand by hand back to camp later.

===THE END===

A/N: Part 2 is the princess's perspective in the villain's castle and getting knocked up real good. Stay tuned for that(or not).

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And out of curiosity, how did you picture the characters? I just think of colored stickmans while writing this lol