ā arrangemarriage!au between werewolf!taehyung and wolfhunter!reader
ā 2k words
Ok, originally, this was supposed to be a hella long-ass oneshot, but I am still only like halfway through it and am definitely gonna miss the Halloween deadline, soā¦.hereās a drabble LOL Iāll keep you guys updated with the rest!
Part of this drabble game with @foreverpark
āAnd here, your highnesses, is your shared wedding room.ā
The maid leaves the both of you alone, retreating with a lowered gaze and a quick pitter-patter of footsteps.
You enter, and he shuts the door behind the both of you.
āYou should probably stay here for the night, or they will ask questions.ā You observe, looking around the room. āIāll sleep on the sofa.ā
He walks up to you, his leather boots echoing in the cold room of the castle. You hear the mattress of the bed squeak before you turn to him, shocked that he didnāt even hold a bit of resistance to your offer to sleep on the couch.
Blinking back tears, you square your shoulders and retreat to the restroom, where the maids have lain out a clean nightgown and a steaming bath for you to relax in.
One by one, the pins scratching your scalp and the ribbons and laces on your dress come off, until the wretched wedding dress lay there like a mop on the tiles of the bathing room.
A long sigh releases from your lungs the moment your body sinks into the rose-water, shaky and a bit raspy from an entire day of tearing up or holding back said tears. You cup the water in your hands and press your palms to your face, letting the water wash away all the makeup and the streaks the tears have caused in your perfect mask.
It had been done. You were now married to a wolf, cementing the union between the hunters and the wolves physically and symbolically. Your fathers had arranged it years ago when the threat of war was clearly also a threat to both your species. Hunters would have fought until death, because it was what they were bred to do. Wolves would have fought until everyoneās death, for revenge and out of loyalty. The Great War would have wiped out both your species forever.
And so, you now have a husband, one whom youāve barely conversed with before, and donāt intend to. This marriage was purely for your kindgomsā sakes, for the skeptics who didnāt believe that a true union between the two historically feuding races would be possible. Behind doors, and within castle walls, you nor the prince of wolves needed to keep up the front of being the perfect, married couple.
Youāre almost dozing off when you hear a quick rap on the door of the bathing room. You curl your arms around your chest, breathing out, āYes?ā
The knocks come again. No response.
You groan, reaching out and grabbing the towels the maids had set for you, and wrapping it around your hair. You pull the robe around your shoulders and tie the sash tightly before padding to the door and opening it slightly.
Heās standing there, in all his glory and wedding attire, with an unreadable expression.
You clear your throat, and move aside so that he can enter, and leave immediately.
He hadnāt said a word to you since the moment he said āI doā to the officiator earlier, and this situation seemed like he wouldnāt change a bit either.
You hear the thick wooden door fall shut behind you and you sigh, dropping your clothes where the maids would be able to find them and making your way to the closet. Yanking open the closet door, your eyes bulge at what you see.
From floor to ceiling, the closet that originally is supposed to hold your dresses and linens is now stocked with lingerie and slips that reveal more to the eye rather than let the imagination do the work. You rustle through the heaps of hangers, but all you can feel with your fingertips is either the glide of silk or the dainty scratch of Ā lace. Nothing like regular cotton, or even anything that covers your entire chest.
You pull the lapels of the robe closer together and dry your hair. If this was what you needed to sleep in, then so be it. But you needed to take the bed, because youād probably freeze to death in your thin robe without any blankets to sleep with.
By the time youāre done getting ready for bed, the door to the bathing room hasnāt budged a bit, and neither have you heard a word or sound from your husband. You sigh, feeling hestitant to just take his bed without explaining, but lie within the soft bedsheets nonetheless, sighing as the plush mattress comforts your tired body and the soft linens caress the exposed skin on your legs.
āWhat is the meaning of this?ā
You bolt up, hands clutching the bedsheets close as you turn. You almost scream at the sight.
Taehyung stands there half-naked, a flimsy towel wrapped around his waist and his robe hanging off his shoulders and doing nothing to hide his very wet, and very naked chest from you. You avert your eyes, and gulp. āI-ā¦the m-maids only stocked very revealing clothes in the closet. I have no other choice but to sleep in the bed with the blankets, or else freeze to death in this castle tonight.ā
He quirks an eyebrow, unfolding the pants he had in his hands. You turn your body completely as he nonchalantly drops the towel around his waist and begins changing in front of you. The indecency! Youād heard horror stories of how carnal and indecent the species of wolves were, them being animals nonetheless, but youād never imagined it to be like this.
āH-How dare y-you!ā You manage, but your eyes bulge and you whip your head back to him when you feel the bed dip and the blankets rustle.
āWhat are you doing?!ā
He leans back against the headboard, bare chest and shoulders peeking out of the edge of the blanket, his robe and towel discarded on the floor. He gazes at you, bored. āI am sleeping in my bed.ā
You huff at the nonchalance. āYes, I understand. But Iāve told you why itās imperative that I take the bed tonight while we have to share premises.ā
He shrugs. The wolf, shrugs. āSo be it,ā he says, and he sinks into the pillows and sheets and closes his eyes.
You clench your teeth. Your mother raised you to be a polite, respectable woman. Your people were hunters who were originally bred to hunt and kill wolves in cold blood, but they also prided themselves on being a respectable and progressive people who maintained all the honorable and proprieties that humanity could think of. Your species was so traditional that even vampires respected your thousand-year customs.
You sit up, and straighten your spine.
āI command you to get out of my bed.ā You say, voice steady and stern.
Usually, with this tone, your maids would scatter and the warriors and big burly men who ridicule you would leave with their tail between their legs. Your father used to tell you that you were born with your motherās soft looks, but with his steely gaze and demeanor. It was why he chose you to marry the wolf.
But instead of immediately fleeing the sheets, the wolf, Taehyung, opens an eye lazily, and closes it. āNo. It is my bed.ā He says.
āI will say it again,ā you seethe, teeth clenched. āI command you to get out of your queenās bed.ā
He doesnāt even respond this time around.
Youād had it with him. You kneel up, hands gripping the edge of his blanket, and tug as hard as you can. It was juvenile, but you heard that the creatures were veryā¦animalistic. This was as much as you could manage.
But his hand reaches out and snatches your wrist in his palm, his fingers gripping tight and pulling suddenly, so that you yelp and fall toward him. Your other hand shoots out to cradle your fall, and leaves you hovering over him, hair cascading on both sides of you, and hands on either side of his head.
Immediately, you try to pry away, but his grip is firm, and he opens his eyes to reveal a stormy gaze, much different than the one heād sported earlier lazily.
āI wouldnāt do that if I were you,ā he mutters, glaring up at you.
āDo what? Unhand me immediately!ā You grit, trying to yank your wrist out of his grip.
āOr else what?ā He says, lip tipping up mockingly. āWhat will you do, your highness?ā
āOr else,ā you stammer, āO-or else Iāll-Iāll scream! And Iāll tell them you tried to force me!ā
He laughs, fingers loosening, but not letting go. āYou can scream if you want to. But what will you tell them when they come here, and see you, half-dressed in your robe thatās hanging open, crouching over me like this at an unforgiveable time of the night, on our wedding night?ā
You scramble back and he lets you, and you immediately pull the lapels of your robe closed.
āH-how d-dare you!ā You manage, too shaken and angry to say anything coherent.
He shrugs, settling down into his sheets again. āYou may sleep here, if you want. It is entirely your choice. However, you doing so will not effect my comfort or my sleep.ā
You glare at him as he grins at you.
āWe are in this marriage for one reason only. You wonāt scream. You canāt scream, because once you do, theyāll know that this was all a ruse, and all for the appearances, and then the deal will be off. So why donāt you quiet down, and settle in?ā
āI wonāt do anything to you. It will be a long night. Sleep, and we shall discuss how to fool the maids into thinking that we consummated our marriage in the morning before they come in.ā
You shiver in the chill of the bedroom. The stone walls of the new castle did nothing to keep the goosebumps from sprouting all over your arms and legs.
Glaring warily at him, you slide your legs under the covers. He smirks at the sight and closes his eyes.
āThe moment you try to touch me again, wolf,ā you sneer, āI will have your hands removed and kicked out of this kingdom forever.ā
āIf you say so, your majesty.ā He drawls.
āWe will never, ever, consummate our marriage. You will never be able to seduce me.ā You say, for good measure.
This comment makes him open his eyes.
āOh, I wonāt do anything to seduce you, your highness.ā He says, chuckling a little bit. In the dim light of the single candle next to your bed, you see his gaze darken a little bit. āBut I do promise you, one day, youāll come begging for me to take you, and itāll be a night youāll never forget.ā
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