current likes: 2hollis (will probably only talk about him on here), draingang, yung lean, snow strippers, the hellp, crystal castles, yabujin, many more
byf: will reblog and potentially post nsfw (not graphic but like fanfics or imagines stuff like that lol)
i will only talk about hollis, i don’t mind boyliife but i just don’t care for them as much as i do hollis no shade
since this is a sideblog i cannot follow back (bc it would have to be on my main, which isn’t bad but i just wanna keep it separate yk) will still try to interact with the community on here though 💔
i block freely, if you've been blocked and don't know why it's likely because you're from twt and have posted tumblr posts onto there maliciously
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official masterlist of my fics 𓆩♡𓆪
my ao3 (where i have hollis fics up!): ˚✧₊⁺˳✧༚
for loss a sweet kiss (knight!hollis x princess reader)
don't wanna feel nothing but you (knight!hollis x princess reader)
his heart in your hands (sub!hollis)
remedy (knight!hollis x healer reader)
hotel nights (sub!hollis)
midwest!hollis series (nine entire fics as of now!)
under your skin (cheater!hollis)
noises and kisses (band!au hollis x reader)
Punish (sub!hollis)
plus one (ken tour era!hollis, situationship)
lifelover (dark hair!hollis, toxic)
tricky (cheater!hollis but you are the one he cheats with) part one, part two
across (softdom!hollis w/ bondage)
maiden so fair (knight!hollis x princess reader)
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i only write hollis x reader ♡
can’t think of any fic guidelines but i will not write anything heavily dom!hollis LMAO sorry. also i put it on all of my fic author notes but just to reiterate, please no talking/screenshotting my fics outside of my blog. edits are okay, talking abt the fic in spaces where fic is liked is okay; i just don’t want to be perceived by rpf haters lol
For your steadfast love is before my eyes, and I walk in your faithfulness;
2hollisxfemale!reader
the aftermath of recent events left you feeling dreadful, and for as much as hollis tries to make it up to you, he just can’t help but recur to his habits—and you fall right into them.
tags: roadtrip, smut (p in v), oral sex (male receiving), gunplay, graphic depict of violence, gun violence
a/n: a little lighter/filler chapter as compensation for the last one♡
That whole thing had stirred something loose in you, and you couldn't help it. For the most part you'd made your peace with what Hollis had done — he'd done what he had to — but your mind wouldn't let it go. Not all of it. Just one thing, the same thing, coming back on a loop at the worst moments: the shoes. Twelve pairs lined up too neatly along that basement wall, all different sizes, like they were waiting for someone who wasn't coming. You'd think about something else entirely and then there they'd be again, sitting at the back of your mind quiet and insistent.
Somehow, the gunshots you managed to file away. The grip on your leg, the blood — those you could quite reason through. But the shoes you couldn't explain, and the not explaining was what stayed with you.
At night you'd wake two or three times, jolting out of sleep, heart hammering. Once, Hollis caught you like that — he didn't make a thing of it. You were in the passenger seat, so he just reached over, touched your face gently, then left his hand resting on your upper thigh, drawing slow, shapeless patterns into your skin until you drifted back under. At least when you were in the same bed, all you had to do was press yourself against him and he'd hold you back. That certainty alone was something.
And that was the easiest part about all that, even though he'd noticed — he didn't meet you with impatience or questions you didn't know how to answer. You knew because of the small things. It was in the way he'd move with caution around you. Three days after the house, you'd flinched hard at a car backfiring on the road beside you, and when you looked over at him he was already watching you, steady and quiet, like he'd been waiting for exactly that and already knew what to do about it, which was softly caress your thighs, reassuring. He was just there. And he did not make it strange.
One night, in a town you were passing through, he insisted on going out. You were still too hollowed out and tried to refuse, but he insisted upon it in such a lovely way you gave in. You put on a simple mid-length dress, your boots, and a jacket Hollis draped over your shoulders before you'd even thought to reach for one.
You went to a bar and had dinner together — a decent meal, for the first time in what felt like forever. It was a simple small town bar, a candle on the table, a bartender who called you folks, someone playing guitar in the corner badly enough to be charming. From the outside it must have looked like a date. And somewhere between the bread basket and the main course you caught yourself thinking exactly that — this feels like a date — and underneath it, quieter: we are on the middle of nowhere, a man is probably dead on our account and I am sitting here thinking about how this feels like a date. You let the thought pass through you and didn't pull on it. You picked up your fork and kept eating and let yourself have it, just for tonight.
After you ate, you went through rounds of drinks. Hollis, oddly enough, had taken it upon himself to introduce you to alcohol. You tried beer, then whiskey — a good one, he said, though you couldn't tell the difference — then vodka, then tequila. They were all terrible. You had a sip of each and Hollis finished the rest.
"Alright, I think you're just not a drinker," he said. "Or maybe—"
He glanced at the menu and said something to the bartender. A round glass arrived, filled with something red, and you sipped it cautiously. For the first time it was actually good — didn't taste like alcohol at all. You looked up at Hollis with wide eyes and a wide smile.
"Jackpot," he smiled back. "Guess my girl has a sweet tooth."
His girl, you thought.
The drink was dangerous. You ordered another, and by the fourth round you felt lighter than air. Hollis was delighted watching you like this — loose and unguarded — and he was a little drunk himself, you thought, laughing more openly than usual.
You were humming along to the country song playing through the bar, not really thinking about anything, when you felt his eyes on you. Too steady, too intent. It made your cheeks warm and your breath go short — he could have the softest, most unhurried eyes of any man you'd ever met. Maybe of anyone. You wanted to kiss him, but not with all these people around.
"Can we go back?" you asked, your voice easy and light.
"Sure, honey." He was on his feet before you'd finished the sentence.
He settled the tab and then you were out on the street, the night air hitting you clean and cold after the warmth of the bar. You walked close enough that your arm kept brushing his, and at some point his hand found yours and stayed there. Neither of you said anything about it. The street was quiet and the motel wasn't far and the cold felt good against your warm skin, and you thought: I could get used to this. Matter of fact, you were getting used to it. And you held his hand tighter anyway.
Back in the room, Hollis stepped inside and started shrugging off his jacket, completely unaware that you'd been standing in the doorway watching him in silence for a full minute. Only when he sat on the edge of the bed did he glance back and catch you staring.
"What's wrong, pretty girl?"
"Nothing." You stepped closer. "You've been so nice tonight."
He smirked. "What you mean? I'm always nice."
It was a joke, but he wasn't wrong. "You are. I just wish I could repay you. For everything you've been doing for me."
"You're so fucking adorable," he laughed softly. "And a little dumb if you think you're not already."
He reached for your hand and pulled you to him. You settled between his open legs. He brought your hand to his lips, and you giggled.
"Want to do something for me?" You nodded immediately. "Then get on your knees."
It took you a second, but you did, lowering yourself in front of him. He was still holding your hand, so he guided it to his crotch, and you took over from there, touching him on your own. He smiled — that knowing smile that always made you flustered and warm. As you felt him growing hard, you reached for his zipper, pulled his jeans down, then his boxers. He was only half hard, but you worked him with your hands, then leaned in and let a slow thread of saliva fall to his tip. You were so focused on watching his cock harden in your grip that when his hand came to your face you flinched, looking up to find him watching you carefully.
"Can you use that pretty mouth on me?"
"I've never done that," you answered, still stroking him slowly.
"That's alright. I'll guide you."
You pressed your lips together before leaning in. You didn't know how he'd fit in your mouth, so you started by licking him — slowly, from base to tip, keeping your eyes on his face as you went.
"There," he said, when your tongue swept across his swollen head. "Now open your mouth, baby."
You did. "Wider." You opened further. "Stick your tongue out." You followed every instruction.
Holding himself by the base, he pressed his tip to your mouth — first tracing your lips with it, then resting it on your tongue. Feeling him like this was something else entirely. There was something about being taught rather than just taken — the patience of it, the way he watched your face more than anything else — that loosened something in your chest you hadn't known was wound tight.
"Can you suck on it?" You nodded and closed your lips around him — around his tip, at least.
You sucked lightly, working mostly that part of him until his hand pressed gently to the back of your head, encouraging you further. You took more of him, then drew back, then did it again. Every time he'd reach your throat, you'd draw back, so you worked the rest of his length with your hands. He didn't seem to mind, he seemed to like it cause sometimes, his voice went needy and those low, strained sounds slipped out of him — it made you wet just to hear it. You wanted to give him more, so you pushed yourself a little further, until it made you gag, and then you pulled back.
"Such a good girl," he breathed, when you found a rhythm that had him panting.
It filled you with something more than pride when he started to come undone — chest heaving, breath catching, voice failing him. He cursed as you felt him finish on your tongue, thick and warm, and you kept sucking until you'd taken the last of him. It was still in your mouth when he finally pulled away.
"Did you swallow?" he asked. You shook your head. "Can you do it for me?"
You nodded, and then you did. You knew his taste by now — that one time at the church you had tasted it — but taking so much at once made your nose wrinkle. He laughed at that and pulled you up into his arms.
"Now let me take care of you." He kissed your face, your neck, then moved lower, to your chest.
He pulled the straps of your dress down to bare you, and the moment he had you he sucked your nipple into his mouth, eagerly. You gasped at the sensation, your sensitive skin lighting up under his tongue, and all you could do was hold on to his shoulder and grip his hair. Hollis seemed to like that, because every time he did that it felt like he was starving for your body.
He ended up working his fingers into you right there in his lap, and he was so good at it that it didn't take long before you were crying out his name, rolling your hips desperately, begging without shame. He drove his fingers into you while his thumb circled your clit, kissing you sloppily and deeply all at once — so much happening at the same time that your edge came up fast and hard.
Even then he wasn't done with you. The night stretched on with him taking you in bed, pulling you onto all fours and driving into you with urge. You buried your face in the pillow from how undone it made you feel — mind wiped blank, reduced entirely to the sensation of him pounding into you. He was already so deep you didn't think he could go further, and then he laid himself over you, his weight pressing you flat into the mattress, one arm looped around your neck, his warm breath at your ear as his hips kept moving behind you.
He pulled out just before the end and came across your back with a rough, wrecked sound, while you lay completely spent beneath him. He crumbled to your side afterward, and you felt his hand on your face — so soft, so careful. You kept your eyes closed.
"You don't have to worry about a thing," he said. A kiss pressed to your cheek, and you could feel from the warmth of his breath that he kept his face close to yours even after. “My angel.”
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You woke the next morning to an empty bed. The sheets on his side were already cold. You lay there for a moment in the quiet, looking at the ceiling, and let yourself think about the night before — the bar, the walk back, his hand in yours on that empty street. You thought about the way he'd looked at you while you were humming to that song, like you were something worth looking at. You thought about him teaching you how to suck him properly — so patiently, so endearing it made lust turn into something else. You tucked it somewhere careful and got up to shower.
He was back by the time you were braiding your hair, and it caught you off guard when he showed you his new gun. This one looked heavier, and from the little your father had taught you, you could tell he'd switched models — from a revolver to a pistol. And of course he had, because guns can be traced. So it wasn't just you who'd been worried. Before you could sink too far into that thought, he held out something else — a gift, he said. A pocket knife. You needed to be able to defend yourself, he said. You took it in its sheath and tucked it into your boot, quietly hoping you'd never have to use it.
"I need shampoo," you said once you were back on the road.
"Don't the motels have it? I use theirs," he glanced over at you briefly.
"They do, but it's terrible." You ran your hands over your braids.
"Your hair looks nice though," he said, and you laughed. The way he said it, briefly glancing at you, so adorable.
"What?"
"Thanks, Holli." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. He smiled.
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You got out to fill the tank while Hollis went inside for his cigars — you asked him to grab some snacks too. When you finished pumping you sat up on the hood and waited, but he was taking too long, so eventually you went in after him.
It didn't quite surprise you, what you found, but it shocked you.
Hollis with his gun leveled at the cashier, the man emptying the register with shaking hands. You stood in the doorway and just — looked. Not at the gun, which you knew. At him. You stood there frozen, you never actually saw him like that, the particular stillness of his posture, his attention, the way his eyes tracked the cashier with a calm that had nothing uncertain in it. This wasn't new to you, you knew he did this, it was just different. The same Hollis holding your hand last night was this one making someone tremble and fear for their life.
Then Hollis registered you.
"What—" Something flickered across his face, just briefly, before he recomposed “Honey, go back to the car.”
And you turned to do exactly that. No questions, just turned on your feet and walk back to the door. But you didn't make it to the door. Another man appeared — broad, tall, carrying a shotgun, frightening enough without it. He swung the barrel straight at you.
"On the ground, lady."
You'd never been held at gunpoint before. Seeing it up close made your body move before your mind could catch up. You lowered yourself to the floor.
"Drop the fucking gun or I'm putting a bullet to her head," the man called out.
It didn't take more than a second, you heard the scrape of metal on tile. Then the man stepped past you, and you raised your eyes to find him pointing the shotgun directly at Hollis, who was now on the ground, the man shouting over him but all you could hear was your heart slamming against your ribs, tears pricking your eyes. And when the man struck Hollis with the butt of the gun, you moved on instinct. You pulled the knife from your boot, crossed the floor, and jumped on the man's back. You drove the blade into his side once — it was all you managed, and your small knife didn't do much more than make him stagger — but it was enough. Enough for Hollis to wrench the shotgun from the man's hand and get to his feet, his pistol already in his other hand. The moment he was standing you let go, dropping to his side. He dropped the shotgun, kicked it away and had his gun trained on them now, and the thought of what he might do made your stomach clench.
"Don't shoot," you said quietly, low enough that only he could hear.
"Both of you, to the back," he said, his voice flat and commanding. "And hand over your phones."
They did as they were told. The man you'd stabbed moved slower than the other, a dark thread of blood spreading through the fabric of his shirt. They filed into the back room, and as they crossed the threshold Hollis looked at the cashier.
"Give her the keys."
The man handed them over without argument. You took them.
"Close the door."
They did, and you locked it behind them. Hollis swept the room after security cam — nothing. Then he grabbed the money bag and his cigars from the counter.
"Get your snacks," he said.
Somehow his ease made you easy too, even with your blood still going. You grabbed what you'd come for, and on your way out you stopped at a small display by the door and picked up a pair of sunglasses — white, cat-eye. He looked at you and smiled, then leaned down and kissed you. "Beautiful."
Back in the car, the adrenaline was still singing through you. Hollis was all loose smiles, some loud song shaking through the speakers. You didn't feel scared or wrung out, actually you felt electric. It kept replaying: his voice commanding both men, the gun steady in his hand — the one he still had in hands, resting against the steering wheel now, casual as anything.
“You're such a good girl,” Hollis said, that easy smile hanging from his lips. “Made me so proud.”
Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the praise. You didn't stop to think about it. You pulled off your boots, then your shorts. Hollis glanced over, clearly surprised though still smiling, and in one motion he pulled the car to the shoulder and killed the engine.
That was all you needed. You climbed into his lap and kissed him the way you'd been wanting to — hard and desperate, pressing into him as his hands found your thighs, your ass, smacking you lightly and playfully. You could feel the gun against your waist as he held you with it in his hand. In between kisses he pulled your shirt over your head, one brief parting before you came back together in a wet, messy kiss.
"What's all this?"
He was reaching to set the gun aside on the passenger seat when you caught his wrist. He raised an eyebrow. You brought his hand closer instead. "I like seeing it."
"Yeah?" A small smile. "You complained about it enough when you first found out."
"That was before I saw you with it." You guided his wrist slowly — down your chin, your neck, down between your breasts, across your stomach — until the barrel rested against the front of your panties.
Some distant part of you registered what you were doing — you are guiding a gun to yourself and asking for it — and beneath that, quieter still: you would not have done this three weeks ago. But you just couldn’t stop thinking of the version of him you'd seen back there, and you thought about his hand in yours on the street the night before, and you understood that both of those things were him and neither cancelled the other out, and that you wanted both. You filed those thoughts away as you rolled your hips and stopped thinking entirely.
"What have you turned into?" Hollis said, and took over, pressing the muzzle against you. You rolled your hips, chasing the friction.
You sighed as he moved it against you. His other hand came to your face, thumb pressing between your lips. You sucked on it, still grinding against the cold metal, his gaze fixed on you and sharp enough to make you soak through your underwear. It was enough.
Your hands found his jeans, worked the zipper open, pulled him free — and he was already hard. You both moved at the same time; you lifted your hips, he pulled your panties to the side, and then he was sliding into you, deep enough to make your eyes roll back. Exactly what you needed.
You kept your eyes on him as you moved, whimpering with every roll of your hips, and he watched you just as closely. The barrel of the gun traveled slowly up your stomach, between your breasts, until he rested it beneath your chin.
"Faster," he said.
You went faster — bouncing on his cock in quick, urgent strokes, half because of the gun at your chin and half because your body simply demanded it.
"Crazy bitch," he said.
You bit your lower lip after hearing that, and braced both hands on his shoulders to keep the pace. But he'd stop you, Hollis grabbed both of your hands and folded them behind your back, your wrists together as he held them with one hand. The gun still on your chin, his gaze so sharp you could swear you saw him gleaming at you. He pressed the gun harder against your chin, the cold metal making you shiver, his grip on your wrists so tight you swear it'd bruise later.
“My beautiful, beautiful angel,” he said hoarse, breath catching.
He caressed your face with the gun in hand, your cheeks, your mouth, it made you whimper at that and that was exactly what tipped you over: your whole body shuddering and then shaking on top of him, the orgasm tearing through you while you bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.
He let your wrists free and his arm circled your waist instead. Then he began thrusting up into you — hard, lifting your body with each stroke. You cried out, overwhelmed, barely keeping yourself upright.
You knew he was close. And when he moved to push you off him, you held on, grinding your hips down.
“Want me inside?” He asked with an airy voice and faint smile.
You nodded, compressing your lips in the heat of it.
"Please," you breathed, eyes on his. You kept moving, kept clenching around him — and that was all it took. A low, wrecked sound broke from his throat as the first of him spilled into you, warm and sudden enough to make you gasp. You could feel as he filled you up, the heat of it spreading across your skin smooth, from inside out, that warm fuzzy feeling getting you almost numb. You stayed still above him, both of you unraveling, neither of you speaking.
You kissed him slowly, and he held you so tightly afterward that you knew it had gotten to him too.
Then — a gunshot. You turned to find him pointing out toward the open field, the window down. You laughed. You kissed him again as he laughed with you. In that moment you felt completely outside yourself — weightless, untethered, way over the edge of anything that had ever felt ordinary.
hollis looks so scrumptious in that sighting idc what anyone says ☺️☺️ twt is lucky im not on there cause id be grilling bitches omg
he literally looks beautiful everytime i see him i wish my tl wasn’t on the side of twt that constantly shits on him for literally everything…… i just don’t find that type of humor funny and most of the time they’re not joking either v__v like where are the true unconditional hollilovers there has to b people like me out there
Genuine question, do you think Hollis is in some sort of crisis rn. Has he ever been this inactive in between his previous album releases? I’m sorry if i sound dumb, I’m fairly new here:3
you don’t sound dumb it’s fine!!
to answer your question, he has never been this inactive no. he used to post and go live constantly even when he wasn’t releasing music. he even had a side account (which is now the boyliife acc) that he posted on too
more under the cut so this post doesn’t look too long
do i think it’s a crisis? not really. but i do think he’s kind of struggled with trying to find a sound he really wants to do hence all the canceling of previous projects. Star was his first project that got a significant amount of people that didn’t like it, i think this kind of attention is new to him so he’s really trying to lock in with this one
i also think he is inactive because of the no phone thing he’s been on lately, but also because he has more eyes on him. a lot of people weren’t here for some of the incidents but he’s publicly shown that he gets affected by people in the fandom and haters picking at stuff he does. for example he was upset once because a fan photo came out that wasn’t the best picture and people were calling him chopped. he really doesn’t like that sort of stuff so i feel like he’s just really hyper aware of being perceived so he doesn’t post willy nilly anymore
the growing fanbase/fame is a blessing and a curse, like yay he’s going to be successful but that means anything you post is gonna be Everywhere yk. so i’ve always felt like he’s just too self aware of that and what people say about him. i really miss him and ik the time away from socials has probably done him good but i hate that a few bad apples ruined it for the normal fans that just want him to b active v__v
thank you so much for the osx fic i am SO autistic about that and the ain and simon inclusion too <3333333333333 shit got me Truly sobbing rn im not even kidding Please write more osx content featuring the rest of the crew !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i’m so happy you caught that 😭🫶 i feel like there’s sooo little people that know about osx on 2tumblr so whenever i get an ask like this im so happy
i honestly wanted to write more about osx but i didn’t know if there was an audience for it nevertheless most if not all of my medieval fics will contain osx refs, sighsare is always included n this is my first time including circleain (mainly bc they still have beef w hollis and i just felt awkward lmao but for this story i wanted hollis to have a lil friend group)
🜲 You unexpectedly fall in love with one of the knights from the castle of Tenflower. It was something you had to keep secret, for it was forbidden for a knight to be with a princess.
tags: tenflower au, knight!hollis, princess!reader, forbidden love, sneaking around, fist kiss, loss of virginity, marathon sex, oral (m + f receiving), fluff angst And smut, reader is inexperienced but not really innocent, happy ending don't worry
warnings: slight blood, brief descriptions/mentions of torture & capital punishment
w/c: 11k
a/n: thank you to @stellalaylas for the idea for this fic! i also made it a little inspired by berserk as well :p this is my longest fic ever now wow. ignore the fact that hollis' hair in his medieval era was brown and i described it as blonde in this fic i just thought it was Fun. also ive said this before but i am not good at medieval speak nor do i know how trials work etc etc so it might be a little unrealistic but i find that fun Idk. as usual no screenshotting/talking about this fic outside of tumblr/my ao3 <3
taglist: @fatalfairie @holilove @sayitagain22 @222foryou222 @tellmeimsafe @ang3l0fd3ath22 @wakeuppfilthy @aisforarii @stellalaylas @catmeowsstuff @voidatelier @2lilaclace @bloodshotbastard @hollisedd @girl2bad @luvvconceal @gnariii @warhorseweekend @sweet2sin @sqddleagain @2drea @natesibsdih @angelrazor6000 @qiyokuliife @222cellmate (if you are this user and still on here lmk if you’ve changed ur @!) @mageterna1111
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Being the princess of Tenflower was lonely.
That was the best way to describe it. It’s not like you were alone. You had your family, your servants, daughters of aristocrats you frequently spoke with.
But you were never able to really live due to your overprotective father. You weren’t able to interact with the public or go out of the castle without his permission. You had given up on asking to go places long ago. He always said no.
So you spent most of your days in your room. Luckily, it was spacious and full of everything you’ve ever loved. Everything you ever needed was in the castle.
You stared outside of your room, book in hand. The sky looked pretty this time of night. When you were having trouble sleeping, you always pulled a book out to help.
The wind from outside lightly blew your hair back. You could see the entire city from the castle. You could see the individual windows of the buildings, some with light on and some not.
You saw a couple galloping down the streets in the middle. You were far away, but you could tell they both had big smiles on their faces. Probably drunk from the bar they came out of. You wondered if you would ever be as happy as them.
You sighed and closed your book. You felt sleepy, finally.
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“The knights are sparring in Tenflower Square today.” Your mother spoke, taking a sip of her tea.
“Cool.” You responded, more focused on biting into your eggs. You weren’t really the most interested in the violence of that stuff.
“The family is expected to be in attendance today.” A beat. “That means you, too.”
You dropped your fork. “What?”
“You’re coming.”
“Mama, I’ve told you I don’t like watching fights.”
“There won’t be any actual bloodshed this time. It’s just to demonstrate the skills of the Tenflower army for the city’s enjoyment. They fight to protect you, you know. It’s a reminder of how you’re in good hands.”
You sighed. None of this ever interested you.
Your mother noticed your annoyed expression. “Tell you what. If you go with us to the spar, I’ll talk to your father about letting you go to the bookstore across town. By yourself.”
Your face instantly lit up. “Really?”
Your mother closed her eyes and nodded. “But only if you come with us today, will he consider. The royal family in full is expected.”
You couldn’t pass up an opportunity to leave the castle. You’ve always heard about that bookstore, how it had almost every book you could think of.
“You’re awfully excited. I thought you didn’t like this sort of stuff.” Your servant Cecily said, helping you into your dress. Cecily has been working for your family ever since you were born. You felt closer to her than your own mother, sometimes. She felt like a part of the family at this point.
“I don’t. Mother promised me something, though. So I’m coming.” You smiled, daydreaming about the aisles of books you were hopefully going to look through soon.
“Figured. Want me to do your makeup all heavy, like the girls do?” She walked you over to your vanity to sit down. She was talking about your friends, they were all the epitome of femininity. You, not so much. But you preferred that.
“I guess just this once won’t hurt.”
The sound of your heels, that were honestly too big for you, echoed off of the halls of the castle. Your parents smiled satisfactorily when they saw your outfit while waiting at the end of the hall.
“Oh, my wonderful daughter!” Your father exclaimed, walked up to you and brought you into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re coming. The residents of Tenflower will be overjoyed to see their princess. You look wonderful.”
You hugged your father back. Your mother was beside him smiling as well.
“Are we ready to go?” The driver was beside them. It was almost time for the spar to start.
“Yes, let us go.” She replied. “Come on, (y/n).”
Outside, the horse carriage was waiting. It had been a while since you’ve been in one. In that time, the castle had upgraded the carriage to a better one with more comfortable seating. You got inside with your parents and sat on one side, while they sat on the other. The horse neighed when the driver moved the reins.
You stared out of the carriage window as it left the castle. Everytime you left the castle you felt yourself constantly staring at everything, like you were trying to take everything in.
The spar wouldn’t be all boring. Your friend Charlotte was to be there. She was a fan of all of the violence, and would watch it with a smile on her face.
Your parents were having a conversation. Something about kingdom politics. You tuned it out and zoned out with your eyes on the window. As you got closer to Tenflower Square, you could hear the sound of a huge crowd.
Luckily, you wouldn’t have to go through it. There was a separate route that went straight to the section you’d be sitting in. When you arrived there and walked out of your carriage, you saw Charlotte right next to where you’d be sitting.
“(y/n)!” She grinned, greeting you as you came to sit.
“Hello, Charlotte.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you hated stuff like this. Always called me weird for it.”
“I do. But my parents promised to let me go to the bookstore across town if I went, so.” You smiled smugly.
“Ugh, I knew there was a catch. Sit down though. It’s gonna start soon. I have to point out this one knight to you, he’s so handsome. And he’s the best ranked knight in the whole army.”
“Really?” You replied back, a little disinterested. You planned to space out during it mostly.
“Yes. You’ll notice him, he sticks out like a sore thumb in comparison to the rest of them. Like a prince.”
Your eyebrows raised at her description. “I’ll keep a look out, then.”
Charlotte knew you likely wouldn’t. She was happy you were here, though. The initial smile when she spotted you didn’t leave her face.
She was what you could call your best friend. You have been friends for a long time now, ever since you were a child. She had just always been there. Her hair was brown, usually kept up in a braid. Her eyes were the same color. Her face had freckles across the middle, full lips, and small eyes.
A horn sounded through the square, signaling that it was time for the spar to start. You focused on the middle.
The announcer called out two knights to start. Ain and Hollis were the names.
You glanced over at Charlotte. She was at the edge of her seat with her eyes wide open, not wanting to miss a second of it. The fight started, and both knights lunged at each other.
It was an admittedly impressive sight. The one on the right had calculated movements. He moved fast. But so did the one on the left. It looked like they had practiced together many times before.
The crowd gasped when one of them got on top of the other. The announcer’s voice rang through the square again. Cheers erupted. The one called Hollis had won this round.
It went on for two more. Hollis won one, and Ain won another. Overall, Hollis was the winner. Cheers erupted once more, and both of the knights took off their helmets to properly bow.
“That’s him.” Charlotte leaned over and whispered to you. She didn’t have to tell you, you already knew.
He was… not as rugged looking as the other knights. His face had a feminine like feel to it, with chin length blonde hair. He looked around the area, waving to everyone watching. He was much taller than the other guy, too.
“Isn’t he handsome?” Charlotte giggled.
“Looks like a pompous ass.”
Charlotte hit your arm lightly.
“Hey! Am I wrong? Men who look like that are surely full of themselves.” Admittedly, he was handsome. He caught your eye immediately. As he walked off from the middle, you saw him be congratulated by the rest of the knights, including the one he just fought. He seemed popular within them.
“I would be too if I was that beautiful…” Charlotte said dreamily.
You rolled your eyes lovingly at her. She seemed to think every guy was handsome, always pointing one out to you that you weren’t impressed by. But this one…you could hear her out. Just a bit.
The rest of the spar was boring, as you predicted. You just didn’t see the appeal in watching dudes fight, especially when it’s not a real fight. But at least your attendance would get you something this time.
You clapped whenever everyone else clapped. You spent the majority of it daydreaming about something. You were broken out of your trance when you heard your name called by the announcer, and your mother tapping your shoulder for you to stand up with them.
Everyone was looking at you. It was rare for you to have public appearances. They clapped for you, and you waved around at the crowd. In an elegant way, like your mother taught you.
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When it was over, there was a ball at the castle. You tried to go back to your room and read, but your mother stopped you and told Cecily to go upstairs and get you into a new dress for the ball, which ultimately meant you had to come. You groaned on the way there and Cecily exchanged a sympathetic look with you.
At least Charlotte would likely be in attendance. So you wouldn’t be too bored.
The hall was bustling with people. A certain number of knights from the spar were invited. Including the one Charlotte pointed out to you. He was surrounded by girls pestering him about how good of a knight he is.
You instantly found Charlotte by the table of sweets and drinks. “Hey.” You tapped on her shoulder.
She turned around, mouth full of cake. “Hey!” She smiled. Her cheeks resembled a chipmunk with peanuts stuffed in its mouth.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You snickered.
She swallowed it. “Sorry. Your chefs make the best cake I’ve ever had. How long have you been standing there?”
“Not very long. I just got here. Your crush is quite the ladies man.” You tilted your head towards the night from before, surrounded by maidens.
Charlotte sighed, now stuffing her face with small sweets. “I hate those girls.”
“You’re jealous?”
“Duh. I could never go up to him and– he’s walking this way.” She interrupted herself.
“What?”
“He’s walking this way!” Charlotte muttered in a harsh whisper. She quickly swallowed her sweets, wiped her mouth off, and made herself presentable.
You looked in his direction. He was coming your way with two other knights. You recognized one of them as his sparring partner. What surprised you the most was that he was coming up to you.
“Excuse me?” His voice went through your ears for the very first time. “Princess.”
“Hello.” You responded.
“I wanted to introduce myself to you, since your presence is such a rare occurrence.” Hollis kneeled, and boldly grabbed your hand. “I’m Hollis. My number one priority is to protect you and your family.” He kissed the back of your hand. It was a common gesture, for knights that wish to pledge loyalty. But you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat.
Due to how overprotective your father was, you didn’t really have contact with boys. You’ve read countless romance novels, behind your parents’ back, so you know about the whole world of it all. This was the first thing you’ve experienced anything close to it.
Hollis’ hazel eyes looked up at you after. You felt flustered, and quickly muttered out your next words. “Thank you.”
You could see Charlotte out of the corner of your eye, with hers wide open.
“My pleasure.” He smiled, standing up. He walked away with the rest of his friends.
Charlotte slowly turned to you with your mouth open. “...How did you not scream?!”
“It’s a common gesture.”
“Your face is red, you know.”
“No it isn’t.” You smiled, pouring yourself a drink.
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The knight’s quarters were always rowdy, as most places filled with only men were.
Hollis sat at one of the tables in the dining hall, with Ain and his other friend, Simon.
“You have got a fuck ton of balls.” Ain said, drinking a beer. “Seriously.”
“I couldn’t believe my eyes. You were lucky the king wasn’t there, he would've had your head immediately.” Simon said.
Hollis’ fingers trailed across his lips. “Her hand was so soft. I seriously think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Too bad she’s off limits.” Simon said. “Her attendance is so rare because the king keeps her locked up in the castle.”
“Wants to protect her chastity at all costs.” Ain added.
Ain and Simon snickered at that. They noticed Hollis wasn’t laughing.
“What? Don’t tell me you like her.” Ain’s eyebrow raised.
Hollis leaned back in his chair. He shrugged.
“Hollis, you have all the maidens in Tenflower to choose from, that are actually attainable. Snap out of this.” Simon said.
“Yeah, like she’s hot and all but if you actually tried anything and they found out you would genuinely be executed. Not worth it.” Ain grimaced, thinking of the sharp blade of a guillotine.
Hollis took a sip of his beer. “I know.”
“I think you just need to get laid. You’re too focused on fighting to see all of the girls throwing themselves at you.” Simon said.
Hollis downed his beer. “You’re right.”
Hollis laid on his bed in the knight’s quarters. Next to him was a girl. He didn’t quite catch her name, Matilda or something like that. She was completely knocked out, with only her underwear on.
Despite the interaction he had with her, the princess was the only one on his mind. He remembered your kind face, your pretty hair, the softness of your hand.
It was useless. Not even sex could distract him from the feelings that immediately formed.
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You barely slept last night in anticipation of being able to go outside tomorrow by yourself.
Your parents told you more about how it was going to go. The driver would take you to the bookstore by carriage, you’d go inside and get all the books you wanted, and then come back. No stops. That was fine for you.
The ride there was pretty long, so you brought a book to read on the way. You heard the ambience of outside; children playing, bells ringing, people living their lives like normal. As privileged as you were to be the princess of this city, sometimes you wondered how life was being a normal citizen. Being able to live your life freely.
“We’re here. I’ll wait for you by the door, come out when you’re done, alright?” Your driver said to you.
“Okay.” You replied. You walked inside of the bookstore. It was as amazing as you imagined it. Aisles and aisles full of all kinds of books.
You already had a few books in mind that you wanted to get. Thankfully, the books on the shelves were organized in alphabetical order so they would be easy to find. When you leaned down to search through the books, a worker came up to you.
“Let me know if you need anything in particular.” She said. Her eyes went wide when you faced her, and she realized who you were. “Princess! What an honor!”
“Hello.” You smiled shyly. Her loud voice upon seeing you irritated you just a bit. “I have a few books in mind, already. But thank you.”
The worker nodded. She seemed nervous to be in the presence of a royal, especially one with very minimal public appearances. She left you alone while you got your books.
You got fantasy and romance books, mostly. You purchased them with the help of the lady you saw from earlier, then went back outside.
“Done already?” The driver said, reading a newspaper.
“I already knew what I wanted.”
He smiled. “Get on in, then.”
When you arrived back home, you weren’t ready to go to your room just yet. So you took a stroll around the castle.
It was always busy with people doing things. You found it fun to people-watch. Your strolling led you to the area where the knights reside.
More specifically where some of them train one on one. A room filled with swords and other equipment. You peeked inside, and your heart skipped a beat.
Hollis, the knight from yesterday, was inside practicing. He didn’t have his armor on, so you saw his figure. He was slender, but still had some muscle. You watched him fling around the big sword he always carried. His moves were so calculated. His body moved along with it. His hair fell over his face.
When he moved his blonde hair out of his face, he noticed you. You jumped a bit when his eyes met yours, that were peeking around a corner.
“Hey there.” He smiled. His eyes had a kind look in them. “That you, Princess?”
“Yes.” You moved out from your hiding spot, shyly putting your hands behind your back.
“What a pleasure.” He put the sword in his sheath. “What brings you here? Quite rare to see you two days in a row.”
“Just walking around.” You answered him. “How are you so good at that?”
“What, this?" He pointed to his sword. “My father taught me how. Been swinging swords around since I was a child.”
“Was your father a knight too?”
“Yup. Not in this town, though. He moved us here when he left.”
“Cool.” You nodded.
He smirked. “How long have you been spying on me?”
Your face went a little red from prolonged conversation with a male around the same age as you. It was exactly like the romance books you read. “Not long.”
“Well. I don’t mind, either way. I take any chance to show off.” Hollis grabbed his sword out of the sheath and struck the practice dummy on one side of the room.
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Now that you’ve noticed Hollis, it was like every time you left your room you caught a glance of him. He was hard to miss.
And he never left your mind. Not after he kissed your hand at the ball and your interaction in the training room.
The next time you interacted with him, you were in the courtyard taking a stroll through the garden. It was a calm afternoon. The gardner was tending to the flowers, making sure all of them were in their best state.
You walked down the stairs to the other section of the garden. On the way down, your foot missed a step.
“Oh sh–” You yelped. Everything happened at once. You thought you were going to land flat on your face, until you felt the arms of someone catching you.
You looked up. It was Hollis.
“Gotta watch where you’re going, Princess.” He smirked.
“Thank you.” You replied breathlessly, laughing nervously. “What are you doing here?”
“Knightly duties.” He shrugged. He was carrying a bag full of something.
“I see.” You were still a bit flustered from how he grabbed you. “Sorry to bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me. I was just passing by.” He leaned on the railing by the steps. You walked closer to him, still wanting to continue the conversation.
Hollis’ eyes focused on you. He could hardly believe how close he was.
“So, what are you doing out here? I didn’t know the king let you out this far.”
“He lets me take a stroll through the garden sometimes. I just like seeing all the flowers.” You motioned to the madonna lilies above you. “It’s very beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is.” He said. You noticed his eyes were still on you, barely even glancing at the flowers.
“Um…” You fiddled with your fingers, blushing under his gaze. You weren’t really the best at conversation.
He chuckled low, reading the situation. “I gotta get back to work. Nice talking with you, Princess.”
You stood in the same spot while he walked away. You let out a large breath you were holding. You swore your heart rate was record fast the entire time.
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The next time you saw him, you were spying on him training again. And like before, he noticed you.
“You should start announcing your presence. Scared me.”
“I want to try.” You said, pointing to his sword.
“This?” He held his sword up.
You nodded, walking close to him.
“Princesses aren’t really supposed to fight, you know.” He handed you the sword.
“It doesn’t matter.” You took a good look at it. It was pretty heavy. You’d be able to use this to defend yourself, but not in the smooth way that Hollis does. You tried an experimental slash through the air and nearly knocked yourself over.
“Woah, be careful. You almost chopped my arm off!” He laughed. He got behind you and fixed your form. “Wield it like this. Doesn’t that feel better?”
“Yes.” He was so close to you. You looked next to you, and his handsome face was right there. You quickly broke eye contact. He let out a chuckle at that.
“Why are you so nervous around me?”
“I’m not nervous.”
“You can’t even look at me. Am I that ugly?”
You audibly laughed at that. “No, no!”
“Something else then?” The bass of his voice vibrated through your ears. You looked beside you again, and his face was closer.
You lowered the sword, and his hands traveled from your arm to your waist. A chill went up your spine. It felt like the romance books you read. The quiet moment right before the female lead is about to kiss the male lead.
You were broken out of your trance when you heard footsteps. Both of you quickly separated from each other. You were right to do so, because the footsteps belonged to your father.
“(Y/n)! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in your room, doing lessons with Cecily right now?” The king asked. His voice wasn’t full of anger, but rather surprise and confusion seeing his daughter in the knights section of the castle. It wasn’t a common sight.
“That ended a while ago, Father…” You muttered, embarrassed to be slightly scolded in front of Hollis.
“She was just passing by and decided to say hello. Your daughter is quite a curious soul, she was watching me train.” Hollis covered for you. “I was waiting for you.”
Your father has one on one lessons with the knights sometimes, as he is very skilled in swordfighting. “Alright, well it’s good to see that you’re warming up.” Your father turned to you. “My daughter shall be off.”
You sighed, starting to walk out of the training room. What your father says, goes. Hollis watched you leave. When your father’s back was turned, you gave him a quick wave. He smiled at you.
“Your daughter is a very nice young lady.” Hollis said to your father.
“Well, of course she is. She’s my daughter.” The king answered smugly. “She did not interfere with your training?”
“She was just peeking at me while on her stroll.”
“Peeking at you from the inside?” The king said inquisitively.
Hollis' tongue went in his cheek. “She got startled when I noticed her. She came in just to get a close look at the sword. Nothing more.”
The king nodded slowly. “Alright. Just making sure. She’s gotten more rebellious as of late. She just wants to wander everywhere and do everything but her princess duties.” He laughed.
Hollis laughed along with him. Deep down, he felt a little bad. He seemed like such a strict father. That had to be hard to deal with.
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Little by little, Hollis became your second best friend after Charlotte. You kinda felt like an asshole being attracted to Hollis when Charlotte had a crush on him too.
You were in the dining hall surrounded by Charlotte and some of your other aristocrat girl friends, and the knights table was across from you. Hollis kept stealing glances at you.
“Hollis keeps looking over here.” Charlotte whispered to you. “I might be imagining things, but I swear he’s looking at you.”
You looked at her. “No. It’s you he’s looking at, surely.”
She pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows in doubt. “Oh come on. You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what? Don’t you like him?”
“I do, but I know I don’t stand a chance with him.” Charlotte looked over again. “See! He’s looking at you!”
Hollis' eyes were indeed on you. When your eyes met, he waved. You waved back. His entire table was bantering about something, so they didn’t notice his interaction with a literal princess.
Charlotte’s mouth was open. “Okay. There’s something you’re not telling me. Come on.” She stood up, motioning for you to go by the door to talk for a second. You stood up as well.
“Where are you guys going?” One of your friends asked. Her name was Isabelle.
“Just going to chat for a second. Be right back.” You said.
When Charlotte was certain nobody was around the two of you, she started talking. “Why didn’t you tell me you've been talking to Hollis?”
“I’m not–”
“(Y/n). I’m not stupid. I’ve heard the rumors.”
“There’s rumors?” Your eyes widened. It would not be good for Hollis if those rumors reached your father.
“Some people spotted you going in the direction of the knights section of the castle whenever it’s Hollis’ day of training. People talk.” Charlotte threw her hands up. “So, what's the truth? Just a coincidence?”
You sighed. “It’s true. We’ve become friends. But I didn’t immediately tell you because that’s your crush! I didn’t want you to feel bad.”
“Nooo, it’s fine! You know me, he’s not even my only crush.”
“You cannot tell anyone, okay? Especially my father.”
“I won’t. Lips are sealed.” Charlotte made a zipping motion with her hand by her mouth. “But, how is he? Is he a pompous ass?” She referenced the first thing you said about him.
“Surprisngly, no. He’s really nice.” You smiled to yourself, thinking about it. “Can I tell you more later? I’m still hungry.”
“I was going to say the exact same thing.” Charlotte giggled. “Yes. Talk later.”
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Words couldn’t describe the adrenaline rush you got from sneaking around the castle just to hang out with Hollis.
Right now, you were on a stroll like usual. But in the direction of where the horses were kept. Where Hollis currently was, with his horse.
When you arrived there, he was tending to it. It was a blonde, white horse. It kind of reminded you of him, they looked similar. He brushed the horse’s mane. His hair fell slightly on his face.
“Hello.” You said, opening the fence. The fence made a loud noise that made him turn around instantly.
“There you are. Come here, I want you to meet Apollo.” He grinned, petting his horse.
You walked up to him, pulling your dress up a bit so it wouldn’t be dirtied by the ground. You extended a hand out to pet his horse. “His mane is so soft.”
“It’s ‘cause I take such good care of him. Do you have a horse?”
Your face fell a bit. “No. It would stay here if I did, not ever to be used. I wish I had one though.”
“Wanna try riding him? He’s a nice horse, real calm. Not gonna throw you off or anything.”
“I’m kind of rusty…”
“It’s okay, just get on. I'll help.”
Hollis helped you onto the horse. He got on right after, putting his hands on your waist. You never noticed how big they were until you looked down and saw them around your body.
“Alright, now just grab on the reins.”
You jumped a bit when the horse started to slowly move. The last time you were on a horse was when you were around thirteen years old. It felt nostalgic.
“See, he’s nice.” Hollis smiled at you.
“He is nice.” You pet the horse as it trotted around. “He’ll be gone with you tomorrow?”
Hollis was going on a short expedition tomorrow with the rest of the Tenflower army.
“That’s right. I won’t get to see you for a few days.” He sighed, putting his head on top of yours. “That’s gonna suck.”
You giggled at his phrasing. “It will. But perhaps it is a good thing, I’ve been behind on my studies because of you.”
“Well, don’t ask me for help. There’s a reason why I’m a knight and not a scholar.”
After a few laps around the area, Hollis helped you off of the horse. “Well. I suppose I should let you get back to studying.”
“Please come back safe.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes.
Hollis blew air out of his nose and smirked. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He was right. He wasn’t the top ranked knight for nothing. You had nothing to fear.
Desire panged through you at those words. You grabbed at his shirt. Got a little closer. He didn’t flinch.
He could read your mind. He knew what you wanted to do, and knew you weren’t quite confident enough to do it. So he took the lead.
Your very first kiss had a horse watching.
It was funny to think about. But the kiss with him could've been anywhere, and you would've felt the same way. His lips were so soft. He grabbed your chin so gently.
When you both pulled off of the kiss, he immediately smiled from ear to ear at your flushed face. You were speechless, feeling so many emotions at once.
“Better get going, princess.”
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Lying awake that night, you replayed that moment with Hollis over and over in your mind. You couldn’t believe how perfect it was. You’ve dreamed of a romance like the one you read in books for years. And you got it.
You caressed your lips. You craved another.
You thought about telling Charlotte, but this was something you absolutely had to keep secret. It’s too risky. As much as you trusted her.
It being a romance that only you and him knew about almost made it better. More intimate. Special.
You put your hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat.
This was it, really. You could never go back from this point. Regular friends don’t kiss each other.
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When Hollis came back, you got the courage to tell him to meet you at one of your secret hideouts in the castle.
Through one of the many rooms inside of the castle was a staircase behind a bookcase that led to a small part of the rooftop.
You sat with him up there. The walls were so high up that nobody could see the two of you.
Naturally, you took the opportunity to kiss again.
You could tell he was experienced. You, on the other hand, weren’t.
He giggled at how you kissed. So eager yet clearly inexperienced. “Easy, there.” He spoke softly, with a hint of a laugh in his words. “So cute.” He muttered under his breath, leaning in to kiss more. His tongue entered your mouth, but it didn’t feel gross at all. You welcomed it.
You melted under his touch. It felt so good, it made you forget you weren’t supposed to be doing this in the first place.
Hollis had you on his lap on the ground. Your light pink dress looked brighter as it fell over his dark pants.
His hands went on your thighs. You pulled off of the kiss when they trailed under your dress. “U-Um…”
He winced. “Sorry. You didn’t like that?”
“It’s not that I didn’t like it, but…”
“No need to explain yourself. It’s okay.” He spoke softly. It comforted you. “Still wanna kiss?”
You nodded. He smirked and leaned in again, locking your lips together.
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Hollis didn’t tell his friends about the developments of your guys’ relationship either.
They did notice he was acting differently. But they didn’t really know why. They had their suspicions, though.
Hollis, Ain, and Simon were all hanging out in Ain’s room. Simon and Ain were playing cards, and Hollis was on the bed reading a book.
“That’s rare for you.” Ain said.
“Yeah. I thought you didn’t like books.” Simon said.
“I changed my mind.” Hollis said, flipping the page. “Sometimes that happens.”
Ain and Simon looked at each other. Not much is known about the princess to the general public. But what is known is that you’re a total bookworm.
They both giggled, knowing that they were thinking the same thing.
Hollis furrowed his brows and dropped his book. “What, you guys think me reading is funny?”
“No, no. Continue, sir.” Ain said.
“That’s what I thought.” Hollis went back to it.
“You guys wanna go to the bar tomorrow? I’m itching to talk to women. I’ve been around men too much lately.” Simon groaned.
“I’m down.” Ain said. “What about you, Hollis?”
Hollis turned the page in his book. “I’ll pass this time, I think. I’m not really in a bar mood. I drank too much last time.”
Ain and Simon exchanged a knowing look once again.
“Alright. You can stay here with your books.” Ain joked.
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You kept secretly meeting Hollis. And every single encounter would involve a makeout session.
The spots got more and more risky. Something about the risk of being caught made you excited. But you still had to be careful.
One of your encounters involved you showing Hollis where your room was after quadruple checking that nobody was in the hall to see him all the way up here.
That was how he ended up outside of your door at one in the morning.
You were the most confused you’ve ever been opening that door on that night. A tall, wet, dark figure at this time of night would’ve made you scream immediately. You almost did until you realized who it was.
“Hollis…?” You answered the door in your night gown. His clothes dripped rainwater onto the floor.
“May I come in, princess?” He asked. His voice was hoarse. Like he had been screaming or crying.
You nodded and let him in. “Take this off, you’ll get a cold…” You took his coat, putting it on the spare hanger. “What is the matter? How did you get past the guards?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
“I’m still confused. You’re lucky I was awake, I couldn’t sleep.” You gave a half smile.
Hollis walked up to you. He grabbed your chin, bringing your lips together. Your hands rested on his back.
He immediately deepened the kiss. He was different tonight. You couldn’t tell, and it seemed like he didn’t want to tell you why. That was okay. He could later.
You gasped in the kiss when his hand groped your breast through your gown. “H-Hollis—”
“Hm?” He acted like nothing he was doing was out of the ordinary. You whimpered when his finger rubbed your nipple through the fabric. “No good?”
“That’s not…ah—“
Hollis walked you both to your bed. You sat down, and he made you lie on your back as he kissed your collarbone, still playing with your breasts.
“(Y/n).” He called out your name. He usually just called you princess. “I love you. Very much.”
“I love you too.” You responded, overcome with happiness.
“That’s why I want to do this.” Hollis’ hand trailed up your thigh, agonizingly slow. “I want to make love to you. Is that okay?”
You knew the question was coming, but you still felt so shocked. “Don't people only do this when they are married...”
Hollis sighed, and went back to kissing your collarbone and neck. “When two people love each other, they do this. It feels amazing. The pleasure is out of this world. Do you not want to experience that with me? We do not have to...but I really fucking want to.”
“I want to.” You blurted out. “With you.”
“Are you sure?"
“I’m sure. I want that with you, Hollis. I trust you.” You smiled.
Hollis grinned when he got your consent, overcome with joy. He immediately began to undress you. He unbuttoned your gown from the top.
Your face went red when your breasts were exposed to him. His large hands cupped both of your boobs. “Beautiful.” He muttered under his breath. You yelped when his mouth went on the right one’s nipple.
“Are you sensitive here?” He asked, licking the bud.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Does it feel good, baby?”
Your mind melted at the petname. You nodded.
He continued sucking on your nipples. You felt your lower half pang with arousal.
He looked incredibly hot right now. Your hand patted his blonde hair.
When he was satisfied, he began unbuttoning the rest, until your naked body was fully on display for him. He got in between your legs.
“Don’t stare…” You put your hands on your face. Hollis was looking right in between your legs.
“How can I not…fucking beautiful.” He let out a chuckle. He couldn’t believe this was real life, and he was really in front of you like this. “Princess.” You gasped when his thumb began to trail up and down your pussy. It was so wet already from the boob sucking. “Don’t be scared, okay?”
You wondered just what he was going to do, until he lowered his head in between your thighs and you felt his tongue on your most special place. You moaned loudly immediately.
It was ticklish. You’ve never really touched yourself down there, let alone had someone lick it. You could tell this was another thing he was experienced with.
You tried not to think too hard about the other women he might have done this with.
His tongue trailed up and down your cunt, getting it wetter than it already was. You had to put your hand over your mouth when he wrapped his lips around your clit and started to suck.
His hands held your lower half down on the bed. The sensation was so strong, you almost instinctively tried to run away. But he kept you there, and pleasure wracked throughout your body.
Your eyes rolled back when he began to move his tongue fast on your clit, wiggling it around in circles. You let out all of your noises in your hand. You would be screaming if it wasn’t there, alerting the whole castle.
“Do you like it, princess?” He looked up at you from in between your legs.
“Yes.” You answered breathlessly. “M-More…” You begged.
“You are so wet…Amazing.” He went back down, licking your entire pussy. It felt like he was doing what he usually did when he made out with you, but on your vagina. “You taste wonderful…”
Your eyelids twitched. Your lower half got warmer. You couldn’t tell what was coming. Evidently, Hollis knew as he pulled off when it was. You laid on the bed and regained your breath.
“I can’t hold back.” Hollis stood up and pulled his pants down. What came out was a penis. You never saw one in real life before. You sat and stared at it.
Hollis began to stroke himself. You didn’t really have a reference point, but he seemed…big. You swallowed nervously.
He noticed your worried face. “It will be okay.” He stroked your leg. “It will feel good.”
Hollis spat on his hand and lathered it over his cock. When he angled the tip to your small, virgin entrance; It finally hit you what was about to happen. The tip felt bigger when it was near there.
“Ready?” He asked.
You bit your lip and nodded. You’ve wanted this for so long. It’s only natural. If your parents didn’t find out, it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong. You love Hollis, and he loves you. This is what people in love do.
When Hollis began to push in, you didn’t have time to cover your mouth before you cried out loudly in pain.
“A-Aaah—!” You gripped the sheets behind you.
He pushed in more, and a drop of blood fell onto the sheets below. To go from being completely closed to being opened like this, it would’ve been worrying if there was no blood.
You panted heavily. It hurt. Really bad. You wondered just how this was supposed to be pleasurable. It felt like you were being split in two.
You looked down, and he was still barely half way in.
“Do you want me to stop?” He leaned down, caressing your cheek. His face was full of guilt.
You shook your head, determined to take him all. He pushed in more. He was so deep.
You gasped and shook, grabbing his back when he was fully inside.
“I’m in.” He leaned down to kiss your face. He kissed the tears forming in your eyes. “You feel so amazing. Oh my God.”
You grimaced when he started moving a little faster than you could take at the moment. “Please…go slower.”
“Right. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Mhm. You’re all the way inside.”
“That I am.” He chuckled. He put his forehead on yours.
He began speeding up bit by bit. He started thrusting at a different angle, and all of the sudden waves of pleasure started to go through you body. “Mm…what is that?”
“What’s what?”
“That place. Ah—!”
Hollis started focusing on rubbing the tip there. “Here? You like it here?”
“Yes. Feels...good.” You moaned. Your nails scratched his back as he started going faster, focusing on that spot.
“Ahh. Shit. I’m gonna cum so quick. You’re so tight and warm.” He rambled.
You squeezed around him every time he hit that spot. Hollis let out sounds of pleasure every time you did that.
An unfamiliar feeling in your tummy began to spread. It was so new to you. Of course, from what you’ve learned in your studies, it was an orgasm. You’ve never had one. But you assume this was what they were talking about. The cock in your pussy was pushing you towards something.
You wrapped your legs around his waist. He sped up even more. The pain of the stretch mixed with the pleasure of what he kept poking at was unbelievable.
“I-I’m…” You could barely speak. It was coming, and coming fast.
Hollis could tell you were close. You looked like you were malfunctioning. And your pussy kept squeezing. “Going to cum?” He licked his hand and brought it to your clit.
You whined at that. The combination of him pounding your pussy and rubbing your clit was too much. Your moans got higher and higher until you finally went over the edge.
Your eyes rolled back and you bit into Hollis’ shoulder and orgasmed for the very first time. Your hips shook violently and you screamed into his shoulder.
It was incredible, the pleasure beyond your comprehension. You swore it lasted several minutes. Hollis kept thrusting inside, seemingly close to cumming too.
He panted under his breath. “Fuck, I'm cumming—” One last thrust and the dam broke. Ropes and ropes of semen painted your walls.
When he was done, he collapsed into your arms. Your virginity was gone. It was a bittersweet feeling. You know you likely shouldn’t have done this, but you loved Hollis too much to care.
You kissed sloppily, his cock still in you. Your mind was clouded with love and lust. It felt so, so good.
The corner of his lips rose up when he felt your body start to move again on him. He was still hard.
You looked right in his eyes. “I want to do it again.”
You had to bite back several loud moans with you now on top of him. You rode him to the best of your ability, grinding your hips.
Below you, he watched in awe. In such a short time you became so hungry for his sex. It was a wonderful sight. The innocent princess was now completely naked on top of him. He was naked now, too.
You let out a guttural moan when he started thrusting up from below. He held you in the air and started pounding.
You panted with each thrust. He wasn’t being gentle like before, but it still felt so good. You wanted more.
“More.” You asked him, leaned over by his ear. “Please, harder.”
“Yeah? You want more, princess?”
You nodded. Your eyes were teary from the pleasure.
“Get on the bed. All fours.”
You got off of his cock and obeyed his instructions. He got behind you, angling his cock at your entrance with his hands on your hips.
You whimpered loudly as he thrusted in all at once. “Ah…you’re so tight, baby. I’m so lucky.”
You arched your back and gripped the sheets. He pounded you hard, making the bed creak just a bit. You blushed at the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy and his hips against your butt.
Your tongue hung out by itself with the sensation of his balls hitting your clit while he fucked you deep.
You were going to cum again. Your breaths got heavier. “I-It’s coming!! Don’t stop!”
“Not stopping. Don’t run from it.” Hollis kept his pace. “Cum on me, princess.”
Your eyes rolled back once more. You creamed on his cock, biting the sheets to not make any more noise. The sex sounded wetter now that you have cum twice.
You winced in overstimulation when he kept going.
“I’m almost there, ‘m sorry.” He gripped your hips and went faster, chasing his orgasm. He thrusted all the way in when he came, not letting a single drop of cum leave.
He collapsed on the bed next to you. You looked over at him.
His hair was sweaty, his face was flushed. You didn’t realize how hot he looked naked. He had abs. It wasn’t a surprise, most knights did. But seeing it in person right next to you, after you’ve just made love with him was different.
“Staring at me?” He opened one eye.
You grabbed his dick. It was half hard now. You wanted it to be fully hard.
“You want it again, baby?” He chuckled. “Wow.”
You gave his cock a few strokes, and then boldly put your mouth on it.
“Oh, shit.”
You sucked on the tip. You saw this in one of the books in the library. Kama Sutra. You never checked it out, but would take sneak peeks of it when no one was looking.
You tried to fit him deeper into your mouth but gagged and pulled off. That scared you. You tried again though, trying not to hit the back of your throat.
Hollis’ hand patted your head. He stroked your hair, it greatly relaxed you.
He was fully hard again. Which meant you could go again.
Something about this activity you couldn’t get enough of. Now that you’ve got it, you wanted more and more until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Hollis fucked you from behind in a spooning position on the bed. It was slower this time, but pleasurable all the same.
He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, rubbing your nipple as he fucked slow.
Despite the slow pace, you already felt like you were going to cum again. He grabbed your cheek and put your mouths together. He held you and kept going until both of you came together. You gasped into his mouth.
After that, you almost immediately fell asleep.
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Hollis stayed awake. He watched your chest rise up and down. You looked so peaceful sleeping. So beautiful.
The light shone through the window now. He ran his hand through your hair. He knew he had to leave now. He would’ve loved to stay and wake up with you.
He got up from the bed, and put his clothes back on. They were scattered on the ground by your bed. You got your coat off of the hanger by the door as well.
He took one last look at you on the bed, before leaving.
He tried his absolute hardest not to be spotted. He sighed in relief once he saw the exit to the knight’s quarters being empty. Once he walked through it, he jumped violently at the sudden sound of swords being drawn, and a gruff voice.
“Stop right there!”
Hollis pursed his lips and turned around, with his hands up. It was the guards of the castle.
“Sir Hollis. You know the rules, correct?” The one in the middle held his sword up to Hollis’ neck.
“I do.”
“Then you do know it is severely punishable to sneak into the castle at night, into the princesses’ chambers?”
Busted. Hollis couldn’t help but smile to himself in defeat.
“What, you think this is funny? It’s punishable by death.”
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When you awoke, the castle was louder than usual. You heard hurried footsteps outside of your door and chatter outside of your window.
You yawned and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You looked down. You forgot last night wasn’t a wonderful dream. It was reality.
You didn’t have much time to reminisce before your mother came bursting into your room. You held your covers over yourself, as you were still naked.
“Darling, are you okay?” She cooed, coming to your bed and bringing you into a hug.
“Yes, why?”
“A knight snuck into the castle after hours. Cecily said she saw him in here, touching you. Are you hurt?”
She was talking about Hollis. Your heart dropped. They caught him. You shook your head.
“Let me see, maybe you are and you don’t realize it.” She pulled at the covers. You kept them up. “Sweetie, just let me–”
You had a brief tug of war session with the covers of your bed, until your mother’s strength overpowered yours and she saw all of you.
You had no clothes on. But what she noticed more was the red stain on the sheets. “What’s this?”
“Mother, he did not hurt me.”
Her face changed when she realized the situation. “You…”
“He didn’t. Hollis is innocent.”
“‘Hollis?’ Who is Hollis?”
“The knight. Who came in my chambers last night. I let him in. He meant no harm. I…I love him.”
Her face contorted in confusion. It eventually changed to anger. She raised her hand and slapped you across the face. You sat there in silence, your head still in the direction that she slapped you in.
“(Y/n). I don’t know if you know this, but you’re a princess, not a whore. I let you off the hook a few times. I let you have friends of your own, that weren’t given to you by me. But to go this far…” She shook her head, and got up. “Someone is going to die because of you. Do you understand?”
Your mouth quivered at that. ‘Die.’ They were going to kill him? How did they even know, how did Cecily see him? She’s usually never awake at that hour.
“Mama, no. Do not kill him!” You teared up.
“Better go tell your father that. He’s furious. He believes that you were forced by him. I don’t know if I have the heart to tell him you weren’t.”
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Hollis grunted in pain with each lashing to his chest. He was stripped down to his underwear, restrained to the ceiling.
Your father was relentless. As soon as he found out the situation, he didn’t hold back. His daughter had been defiled. It was something that made him more mad the
“How does that feel? The weight of your sins.” He yelled. “Forcing my daughter like this…I almost want to kill you slowly, instead of letting you off easy with the guillotine. What do you think?”
“I didn’t force her.” Hollis said. His voice was hoarse.
“What was that?”
“I didn’t force her.” Hollis forced himself to be louder.
“Bullshit. My daughter would never have done this. She’s a good girl. You…corrupted her.” He lashed Hollis once more. “I knew I was right to be suspicious of that time in the training room.”
“I didn’t do any of the sort. Your daughter is in love with me, as I am with her.”
“Delusional. Absolutely delusional.”
Hollis laughed, coughing a little at the end. “Why don’t you ask her yourself? How I made love to her for hours.” He was intentionally provoking him. Probably wasn’t a good idea, but he was bored.
The king’s eye twitched. He hit Hollis once more with his whip. Hollis groaned in pain again.
“You’re not going to kill me. You need me. That army is worthless without me in the forefront, and you know it.” Hollis continued to provoke him.
He spat out a laugh. “Everyone is replaceable.”
“That applies to everyone in that army but me. You’ve said that before. Don’t take it back now just ‘cause you’re angry.”
The king walked over to the table, getting out a gag. “You talk too much. This’ll shut you up.”
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Your face was stained with tears. You waited for what felt like hours until your father was done torturing Hollis. Once you heard he was free, you rushed to his office.
“Father!” You cried out once you got in. Your father was sitting in his chair with a grimace on his face.
“My daughter…say it is not true.”
“What?”
“That knight, he swears that you and him are in love and that your interaction last night was not forced. He’s delirious.” Your father scoffed.
“That is…what I came here to tell you. Father, please do not kill him. He meant no harm. It was my fault, I let him in.”
He shook his head with his eyes closed. “He broke a rule. The only punishment is death.”
“No!” You screamed. “Don’t, please. I beg you!” Tears streamed down your face once more.
Your father couldn’t say no to your face. Ever since you were a child, in situations like these you could get what you want if you begged enough.
“You really love this knight so much?” He sighed.
You looked up at him and nodded. “So much that I want to marry him.”
“Marry…” Your father scoffed, letting out a cold laugh. “He is nowhere near fit for your hand in marriage. Not anywhere near. But…” Your father leaned on the wall, thinking to himself. “If he really means that much to you…I will think about it.”
“Oh, father, thank you!” You let out a huge breath in relief.
“He will still be punished, though. He’s not getting off easy, just because you for some odd reason see him fit to be your husband.”
Your father left the room, and slammed the door behind him.
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Hollis was in a cell. It was pretty boring. All there was, was an uncomfortable bed and a toilet that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in decades.
He had a lot of time to think about what was going on. It had been a few days since he got caught. He tried not to focus on it too much. Oddly enough, despite the gravity of the situation, he was still happy.
He was happy he got to make love to you. Happy that he was in love, and you loved him back. He could die happy, if it just meant that he was in your heart for years to come.
His daydreaming ceased when he heard footsteps. He thought he would be taken back to the torture room, but saw two familiar figures instead.
“Ain. Simon!” He let out a laugh and got up, going to where they were at the front of the cell.
“You are absolutely fucking insane.” Ain laughed. His face was filled with worry, still.
“How…how did you do this?” Simon asked.
“It’s a long story.” Hollis said. “Does…everybody know?”
“They don’t know the full extent. People were told that a knight snuck into the castle, not that it was you or that you fucked the princess in the process.”
Hollis let out a sigh of relief. That was good. He was feeling a little embarrassed, thinking of the possibility of the entire town hearing about it in full.
“Will you both be at the trial?”
“Of course.” Ain said.
“Listen.” Hollis started. “I’m sorry for not listening to you guys. But I’m in love with her. I couldn't hold back my feelings. She loves me, too. The king won’t accept that, but I'm telling the truth.” He looked back and forth from Simon to Ain.
They both looked at him with sympathetic facial expressions.
“I…think they might kill me. If they do, I just wanted to tell you I'll forever cherish all of that time I spent with you both. You’re both my best friends. For life.” He stuck his hands out from in between the bars as far as he could. Ain and Simon walked up and held them.
An hour later, you came to his cell. He rose up so quickly from his bed when he saw you.
“Princess.”
“Hollis. I’m so sorry you’re in this mess.” You frowned seeing his state. He was physically roughed up. You could tell he was in pain, from whatever your father did to him in the torture room.
“It’s my fault. Do not blame yourself.” Hollis stuck his hands out from between the bars. You grabbed both of his hands.
You felt tears coming again. “I’ve brought good news.”
“And what’s that?”
“I convinced my father to let you live.”
“Oh, thank God.” He sighed happily, hanging his head.
“Your trial will still end in a punishment, though. I told him how I wanted to…marry you.”
“You want to marry me?” He said softly. He was surprised by that.
“Yes. I don’t know how that will change the sentencing but…” You smiled, a tear falling off of your chin. “You won’t die. I won’t lose you.”
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You sat by your mother for the sentencing. You hadn’t talked to her in a while ever since she slapped you. Her usual comforting presence now felt very cold. Her gaze felt like you were being judged.
Hollis was in the middle of the court room, handcuffed to the chair. The judge listed all of Hollis’ crimes. How he came into a
Your father was pacing in front of him. While there was a judge, your father ultimately decided the outcome.
“You will not die. You can thank the princess for that. However," Your father started, standing right in front of him. Hollis looked up at him. Despite his life kind of being on the line, he didn’t look that worried at all. “If you want to regain my trust and prove your loyalty, I want you to go up to Tenflower hill and slay the dragon there. Alone. And come back with it’s head.”
Murmurs exploded around the room. Your heart and face dropped. You thought he would get off with doing time in the jail, or mandatory service around the castle. Not…this.
Everyone knew it was a death wish. He could've sentenced Hollis to death, and the outcome would likely be the same.
Not even groups of people all together could defeat that dragon. Years ago, a group of knights went there to slay it in the promise of a cash prize. Not a single one of them came back from it.
“Can I bring my horse?” That was Hollis’ only reply. His face didn’t falter.
You stared at him in disbelief. Did he know just how fucked he was? His face still had that confident look on it, identical to the one he had on his face the very first time you laid eyes upon him in Tenflower square.
“You may.”
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The very last time you saw Hollis, he was with his horse. The same horse he had you ride in one of your many encounters. The same horse that watched you have your first kiss.
You weren’t alone in watching him leave. His friends, Ain and Simon had seen him off. You were watching from above.
The night of when he left, Charlotte came to your room. “(Y/n).”
You turned around on the bed. Your face was stained with tears. Your mouth in a frown.
“Oh, (y/n).” She came to your bed and pulled you into a hug. “What have you gotten yourself into, huh?”
“You know everything?” It has been a while since you’ve had a conversation. People talk, like she said before. She must know the story by now.
She nodded.
“Mother told me I'll never see Hollis ever again.” You sobbed into her shoulder. “Everyone else is saying it too, that–...that he’s a goner.”
Charlotte didn’t say anything. She just rubbed your head. There was nothing she could say and be 100% certain about it.
“Do you think he’ll come back?” You asked, looking up at her.
Charlotte’s mouth hung open. She didn’t have the right words. “There’s a possibility.”
“I’d rather he just died here, if father was going to order that. At least…I’d know.”
You cried into Charlotte’s arms for a bit. She was truly a great friend. You regretted not telling her about this sooner, and that she had to learn from the chatter of the townsfolk.
She slept over that night. It was probably supposed to be awkward that she was sleeping in your bed, and had her arms around you, but it wasn’t. It made you feel a whole lot better.
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two weeks later…
“Dinner’s ready, (y/n). Do you want me to bring it up here?” Cecily knocked on your door.
“Yes.” You shouted from your room.
It’s been two weeks since Hollis left. It felt like forever. To be honest, you didn’t want to give up hope. But everyone around you had. It was hard to keep believing in something when everyone else didn’t.
You didn’t leave your room like before. You stayed holed up in there. Cecily started to bring food up to your room when she realized you weren’t coming down to the dining hall like before.
You didn’t have it in you to be truly mad at her, even though it was her fault Hollis was gone. After all, it was her job to protect you. She had no prior context to the situation.
You were depressed. Charlotte visited you often, coming up to your room to talk to you about her day. You enjoyed listening to it. It took your mind off of things. Her life was pretty eventful. She made you laugh for the first time in forever.
But when she was gone, it went back to before. Thinking about him. You wish you could’ve spent more time with him before this happened. You didn’t regret that night at all, but it was agony now that he wasn’t here. You craved his touch. His touch that you may never feel again.
You let out a shaky sigh. You’ve already cried so much, no more tears came out. You had dark circles on your face from not sleeping as often. The only thing that truly brought you some form of happiness was your books, per usual.
You avoided the romance ones for now.
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A few days later, you finally got the courage to leave your room again. You realized that staying in it for too long was making you feel worse.
You were sitting by the castle entrance, sipping tea, and eavesdropping on nearby people. Your hearing was oddly good for this type of stuff.
Two of the guards were talking about something. Castle duties. One sentence caught your attention.
“Do you see someone walking there?” The guard pointed outside.
“No?”
“Look closer. Looks like he’s carrying a dragon’s head, or something.”
You stood up straight from your seat and almost broke your neck looking outside. The figure was walking extremely slowly. It did indeed look like a figure with a dragon’s head. But they were too far away to really see it.
It’s not until they came into view that more guards started to look. The person was visibly limping, bloody, and also had a horse with them.
…It couldn’t be. You had already given up hope, leaving you no choice but to go back to the life you lived before you ever knew of his existence.
But as he got closer, you saw a glimpse of his blonde hair. You knew there was only one person it could be.
“It’s Sir Hollis!” One of the guards shouted, making the whole hall erupt in noise as everyone realized who it was.
You were speechless. You almost thought it was a dream. But no, as the figure came closer, you realized it really was Hollis. He had done it.
The guards and everyone in the castle waited by the entrance. Moments later, your father came down after being alerted of the situation. His face was doubtful at first, until he got a good look.
“Impossible.” He muttered, glancing at you for a second. He bursted through the front door.
Hollis was closer now. You got a good look at him. He was covered in dry blood, it was hard to tell if it was his or the dragon’s. He was completely exhausted, and so was his horse. When he looked up and saw all of you standing there, especially you, he stopped and collapsed to the ground.
Gasps erupted. You pushed back the crowd of people and ran towards him.
“(Y/n)!” Your father yelled. You ignored him.
“Hollis…” You whispered, kneeling down to where he was on the ground. He lifted his head up to look at you like it hurt. “You’re back.”
Hollis opened his mouth to talk, and coughs came out. When he finally spoke, his voice was so hoarse.
“I’m back.”
He smiled after. The same smile you had missed so dearly all those days, and thought you would never see ever again.
stalking ur page as per usual and wanted to say about the bi thing, he never flat out said he was bisexual, it was just assumed because of the interview where he says he’s not one thing or another if you recall that!
yes i know what interview you're talking about but what i was talking about was that i have heard from og hollis fans personally that he said he was bisexual in a discord server in 2022. we don't have evidence because back then he wasn't as big so they may not have thought to screenshot it or it was said in a voice call which might be more likely, but take it with a grain of salt
lowkey he's never really been definitive with how he addresses his sexuality, there was that interview and then the ig story where he said he "likes girls but kisses his homies sometimes" its like idk if i can say hes straight and be 100% certain about that. but my final answer: Who Knows. it is a mystery ..🧐
