Crowned (Matched pt. 2) | Monster Boyfriend
At first, you thought your life wasn't normal. But the longer you stayed on Actae, the more the life you didn't call normal became normal. Especially being the next crowned royal, destined to rule beside your soon-to-be husband, Fonir.
It's been a year and a half since you left Earth as a test subject and it's been a year since you matched with Fonir, something that's changed your life for the best...even if there are some rocky parts with the idea of you ruling. Fonir thinks you'll do wonderfully, 'convincing' you of his point by kissing you until you simply drop the argument full of your self-loathing.
Despite the beginning of your life on Actae, you wouldn't give it up for the world...especially now that you have Fonir.
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You felt someone latch onto your arm, shaking you gently before cool lips pressed against your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose, then the other cheek before you tiredly pouted your lips before said cool lips were placed on yours. You blinked awake slowly, smiling up at Fonir. "...Morning, Lobari."
He almost melted at the pet name -knowing full well it was just Actaen for 'match'- a purr leaving his throat before he kissed you again. "Your pronunciation is getting better every single day, Jarïle...you're doing wonderfully..."
Your smile widened after a moment and you stared up at him with an adoring look in your eye, pushing back some of the hair that framed his face. "Well of course...I have a wonderful teacher."
Another purr left his throat as you lifted yourself up to kiss the round button of his nose. "How long have you been up?"
"Couple hours...my father wanted me to confirm some of the wedding details..."
"This early? We have-"
"Two months, my love," he chuckled, cutting you off with his words and another small kiss. "We agreed on a year from now eight months ago."
You let out a soft groan. "...Right...right...no wonder everyone was wanting my opinion on floral arrangements..."
Fonir chuckled again before nodding. “You answered them though.”
“I did…and I had no idea why I was being asked about it…Jesus Christ, I better have chosen the right arrangement,” you said, falling back on the pillow.
“You keep mentioning this Jesus fella, and I don’t know why, but I’m sure you’ve chosen the right flowers, love…you have an eye for that sort of stuff.” You met his eyes, knowing that you’re not awake enough to explain to him about why you say Jesus in a moment of anguish, almost finding it cute that he’s confused about it before you sighed.
“Yea, well…I hope so too.” Fonir gave you a soft look, kissing your head before helping you back up into your sitting position easily. His slim hands held your arms lightly, rubbing up and down your shoulders. You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, softly smiling up at him. “Fonir, I don’t know how you’re so cute…”
Yellow touched his cheeks and he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Flatterer,” he said, scrunching his nose at you before kissing yours.
“Only telling the truth,” you said quietly, moving your hands before pushing them against his chest with a chuckle. “Now step back…if you keep doing this I’m not gonna get out of bed and then it’ll be noon by the time you’re done.”
He flashed a smile down at you and you only rolled your eyes in response, chuckling before pushing him back gently. “I’m serious, c’mon, I gotta get up, I gotta meet Jorik and Soran for coffee this afternoon.”
“That’s hours away,” he sighed, moving to dramatically throw himself on your lap. “Do you just want to leave me? Is that it?”
“You’re so fucking dramatic,” you snort. “Don’t you have a meeting with your dad at the exact same time as my coffee meeting?”
“Yes, but I’m not trying to leave my oh so small lover when I have hours to prepare,” he groaned. You shoved him off your lap and onto the bed, hopping out of bed the moment you’re free.
“I’m not small,” you retorted, only for him to groan again and hold up his hand, his forefinger and thumb oh-so close together.
“Tiny, tiny Lobari,” he responded quietly, moving himself fully on your side, laying on his side to look at you. “My short royal.”
You stepped out of the way of his arms as he tried to grab at you, moving over to your closet. You skipped the flamboyant wardrobe that was your new royal gear and reached in to grab a worn tee and jeans, grabbing a jacket to go with it. You got changed, walking out after snatching a pair of socks and tossing the night clothes in the hamper. “You’re not wearing your new clothes?”
“I’m going out for coffee,” you answered, smiling over at him, “it’s not a royal meeting.”
“Yea, but I never see you in them.”
“I wore them just last week, hon,” you commented, watching as he visibly tried to remember it, before pouting and letting out a long, dramatic sigh.
“That was so long ago.” Rolling your eyes, you let out a snort, hopping on the bed to get your socks on, only able to get the right one on before a pair of lanky arms wrapped around you and pulled you into Fonir’s chest, his head laying on top of yours.
“Fonir,” you deadpanned, “I’m not leaving you forever, at most it’ll be three hours.”
“Yea, and you’re getting ready so soon.” His pout got worse, letting you get the left sock on before tugging you down, pushing your hair behind your ear slightly. “Five more minutes?”
You met his eyes, admiring the small galaxies before kissing the corner of his mouth gently. “...Fine, five more minutes.”
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It was not, in fact, five more minutes. It was more like two hours and a half, the two of you sleeping soundly on your side of the bed, dead to the world.
That is, until your phone started ringing, forcing Fonir awake with a groan as he nudged you gently. “Someone’s calling you, Lobari,” he said groggily, refusing to open his eyes lest naptime is over.
“...It’s probably Jorik,” you groaned, hiding your face further into his chest. Then it hit you. Your eyes snapped open and you pushed up, moving to grab your phone and answer the call. “Yea?”
After a failed attempt at getting up and out of Fonir’s arms, you lay on your side. “Did you just wake up?”
“From a nap, yea…what’d you need? We aren’t supposed to meet until this afternoon…it’s only eleven.” There was muffled talking on the other end, and the cool lips pressed against your neck did little to keep you focused. “Jorik?”
“How do you mind meeting at twelve? They need Soran and I at the library, the newbies aren’t doing too well,” she said with a small chuckle. You blinked a couple times.
“Noon? Yea…I could do that. Just gotta get out of bed.” There was a small grumble from the lanky prince that was currently clinging onto you, his arms only getting tighter around your body. “Someone’s not too happy I’m leaving earlier.”
“It’s our custody time, and we’re only asking for a couple hours,” Jorik joked, laughing faintly a moment after. You get the feeling Soran cracked a joke.
“I’ll escape,” you started, getting cut off by another grumble, “it’ll just take some effort.”
“He does understand you’ll be coming back, right? I don’t think he understands that.”
“Fonir’s fine, he’s just a passionate fiancé,” you defended. “Also we’ve only just moved in with each other three months ago…he’s still getting used to me being at an arm’s length everywhere.”
He hummed in agreement and you simply kissed his head. “You’re enabling him.”
“I am not,” you said. “You and Soran are together constantly.”
“That’s because we got lucky being each other’s Lobari, not to mention we work together, dumbass.”
“Hey hey, you’re speaking to one of the future rulers, watch who you call a dumbass,” you jest.
She snorted and you could just see the eye roll through the phone. “You should value honesty as a future ruler, and being honest, I think you’re a gigantic dumbass.”
“Does that make you a jackass?”
“Only if Soran’s the smartass,” she responded without a moment to think. You laughed, glancing up at Fonir’s face, only to see him staring down at you with a fond expression. “Soran says he’s the jackass.”
“Soran can be whoever he wants to be,” you said, lifting yourself up to peck Fonir’s lips swiftly. “Look, I’ll meet you at the coffeehouse early, but I gotta hang up.”
She sighed heavily. “Fine, but don’t show up with sore legs this time, Korlae.”
Pink touched your cheeks. “I think I can promise you that this time around.”
“Good,” Jorik started, “we’ll see you there then.”
“Mhm,” you hummed, not minding when she hung up on you, simply putting your phone back on the nightstand. “Think I can get up now, Fonir?”
“Not sure,” he said. “Might have to kiss me. Like one of those human fairytales you told me about. That might get me to let go.”
You snorted, rolling your eyes before grasping his chin gently, lifting his head up to meet his eyes and kiss his lips softly, smiling down at him when you pulled away. “That better?”
Yellow tinted his olive green skin and he smiled back up at you all goofy like, pulling you down to kiss you again. “Ei jhab wiu,” he said softly.
You pinched your brows together at the use of his native tongue, translating it in your mind before your eyes widened and you kissed his nose. “I love you too.”
Fonir’s smile widened and he let out a small chuckle, lifting his head up to kiss you again. When the two of you parted, he let go of you and watched as you got out of bed. His eyes followed you when you grabbed a pair of slip ons and put them on, turning back on his side. “You’re leaving at noon now?”
“Mhm, before then actually, I have to leave earlier to be there by noon.”
“So we won’t see each other until dinner?” You gave him an apologetic look.
“Afraid not, Love, but it’s not like we can’t last that long without each other…we’ve only been living together for three months and before then I had the apartment.”
“But that was different,” he said, getting out of bed himself, walking over to you. “Then we didn’t live together so it was normal not to see each other all the time. Now I wake up beside you and…it’s just different. Now I just…miss you, a lot.”
Your eyes softened as you looked up at him and you grabbed his hand, kissing each knuckle. “...I miss you a lot too. But guess what? In two months, we’re gonna be married, and we’re gonna start ruling when you turn twenty-five, and we’re gonna be together forever. We can last a couple hours, Lobari.”
A hint of a smile appeared on his face and he kissed your head. “I adore your optimism, Jarïle.”
With another swift kiss, it was Fonir’s turn to get dressed as you finished getting ready. You fixed your hair up, getting it to your standards before brushing your teeth, letting the toothbrush sit in your mouth when he walked into the bathroom, adorned in his normal royal gear, your hand holding up his hairbrush. He took it with a thankful smile and brushed through his long hair, waiting for you to finish brushing your teeth before showing his strength and lifting you on the counter, handing you a ribbon before turning around and lowering down for you to put his hair up.
“You never ask anymore.”
“I don’t have to anymore,” he responded simply. “You’d do it anyway.”
You swatted at his head, giving him a look. But almost immediately after, you started gathering his hair, tying it up with the ribbon before double knotting it so it doesn’t untie. “Did you-”
“I did,” you responded, cutting off his question. “That sucker isn’t going anywhere.”
He rose back to his feet and turned around, glancing at your work in the mirror before kissing your forehead. “Perfect, like always.”
“I could completely botch your hair and you’d say it was perfect,” you retort.
He gasped melodramatically. “I would not, I value honesty.”
Fonir met your eyes, taking your chin in his hand. “And we have a guest room that I would force you to sleep in if my hair was botched.”
“My my, the prince has guts.”
“You know how much I value my hair, Lobari,” he said, helping you off the counter and walking with you out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom, watching you grab your phone and your wallet. “Leaving already?”
“Long walk,” you answered simply. “I have to, I’ll text you when I get there.”
He nodded, moving over to you to give you another short kiss. “Good, have fun, get what you want and tell the other two I say hi.”
“Will do,” you said, smiling up at him before opening the door and walking out of your room.
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You walked into the coffeehouse, glancing around a little before spotting Jorik and Soran at a corner table, both of them on their phones, but holding hands right on the table. You rushed over to them, knowing that if you stood in the doorway any longer, you were either going to block someone or someone would recognize you. And you really didn’t want the latter, you’ve dealt with enough of that.
Sitting down across from them, both of them glanced up at you, Soran’s body perking up to put his phone down and pull his hand from Jorik to sign happily, ‘Hey, how was the walk?’
“It was alright,” you responded. “Fonir says hi, by the way.”
You pulled out your own phone, shooting your fiancé a text, telling him you were at the coffeehouse. He was quick to respond with a smiley face, and you left it at that, shoving your phone back in your pocket.
“Texting him?” Jorik asked.
“I said I’d let him know I got here,” you said. “You know how he worries.”
“Yea yea,” she said, waving her hand in the air dismissively, only for Soran to shoot her a look and get your attention again.
‘She’s just as bad. She just doesn’t like admitting it.’ You parted your lips to comment on it, but Jorik was quick in grabbing his wrists, shooting him back the same look he gave her.
“Shut.” He smiled at her smugly, leaning forward to give her a kiss before pulling his wrists away from her hands. After a couple seconds, Jorik’s cheeks flushed and she pulled back, cheeks puffed out as she leaned back in her chair. “That was unfair, Soran.”
His grin widened and he leaned back after her, moving his hand to grab her hand, signing single handedly towards you. ‘Don’t worry about ordering your drink, we got it for you.’
You gave him a thankful look and his smile softened at it. You felt a buzz in your pocket, then two more before you pulled your phone out, checking it. Only to see that it was Fonir sending you pictures of a stray animal that he found in the garden, the last one being him holding it. “...I have a pet now,” you sighed out, more amused than anything, showing the two the photo.
“He really just took them.” You nodded, pulling your phone back to ask what he’s naming them.
The only response you get is a blurred mess of him and the Actaen version of a cat, his father in the small corner of the photo. “Maybe not.”
“What happened?” Jorik asked for the two of them.
“His dad’s in the last photo. I think he’s running back to our room.” You glanced up at them, watching Soran’s shoulders shake as he quietly laughed. “You laughin’ at my fiancé trying to sneak an animal in the castle?”
He linked arms with Jorik, signing at you quickly. ‘Maybe. It’s just funny that he would have to sneak.’
“Ralin isn’t exactly the biggest with pets,” you said, shrugging. “Also don’t maybe me when you were just laughing, weirdo.”
‘Thought I was a jackass?’
“Only because you said you were, Soran,” you responded. You opened your mouth again to start talking again, but you were quickly shut up by a waitress coming with your drinks: a human, who, with one glance at you, let out a surprised squeak before setting down your coffee, dipping their head down and rushing back to the back.
You sighed, shaking your head and lifting your mug up to sip at the coffee. Looks like your hopes of not being recognized were shit.
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You rushed around, talking to maids, butlers, wedding planners, all of which cracking down on the wedding planning when you and Fonir hit a month to go before you became an official future ruler of the kingdom.
Your outfit was being made, the food planned by Fonir, the band planned by the both of you. You were running dry, especially when Ralin has been giving Fonir and you more responsibility for when you two start ruling the kingdom yourselves. You hardly caught a break.
Now wasn’t any different.
You rushed out of the ballroom, taking a deep breath as you hid behind one of the doors, your head leaning back to hit the wall gently, closing your eyes as you took the only moment of silence you’ve gotten in weeks.
That is, until you get shoved into the door by someone else hiding behind it, your eyes snapping open to look up at who did it, only to see Fonir, looking down at you with wide eyes. Your expression of surprise faded into a smile and you chuckled quietly. “You too?”
“You have no idea,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you before the both of you slid down to the floor, leaning on each other. “...You think we could just get married…I could find someone.”
“Your dad would be pissed.”
“He would…but the last thing I want is everyone in the entire damn kingdom watching us get married…it’s supposed to be intimate,” he sighed. “It’s a lot.”
“It is,” you said, nodding in agreement. “...But we can do it.”
He glanced over at you, the corners of his lips upturned. “You think so?”
You grabbed his hand. “I know so, Fonir. Trust me, we’ll get this, and then we have a two week honeymoon…alone, without any cameras, any responsibilities, just us.”
He sighed out, his smile widening. “That sounds so good right now.”
You chuckled again, kissing his cheek. “You ready to get back in there?”
“Five more minutes?” Pausing at the question, you nodded after a moment, watching his eyes light up before he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer to him, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
This time, it was only five minutes.
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You took a deep breath, flowers littering your hair, a mix of the flowers you chose for the arrangement, a mix of greens, pinks and yellows. You smoothed down your outfit, the silky feel of the garment calming you a little.
When the music turned on, you took another breath and walked into the ballroom, the handmade floral carpet padding the noise coming from your boots as you walked down the aisle, ignoring the cameras in the corners, just focusing on Soran and Jorik on your side, and then Fonir, giving him a small smile. He returned it, already looking like he was about to cry. Not that you could blame him with how nice he looked in his suit, the colors bright, something he obviously chose.
You stood beside him at the end of the carpet, the both of you lowering to your knees, as the music quieted down, slowing to a stop right before the wedding started.
The beginning was in Actaen, something you only got bits and pieces of, but with the way Fonir was looking at you, you would’ve been alright if you couldn’t understand any of it.
The elder called you out first, lifting your head up to settle a necklace around your neck, the blue gem sitting in the wiring shining in the light. “Do you take our prince, Fonir, the future king of the people of Actae to be your husband? To never part until one of you takes your final breath?”
You nodded, looking over at him before your smile widened. “I do.”
The elder smiled slightly, doing the same to Fonir, slipping the necklace on him. “And do you, my prince, take your match, your human as your spouse? To never part until one of you takes your final breath?”
He nodded just as quickly as you did, more tears welling in his eyes as he kissed your hands. “I do.”
Ralin stepped up, smiling down at the both of you before taking his crown off, laying it on Fonir’s head before walking over to Jorik, taking Fonir’s mother’s crown off of the cushion before setting it on your head, the crown a little big for you, but you’d make due.
He stepped back for the elder to continue. “Now, with the power given to me to lead this marriage of a kind, I now pronounce you life partners, you may kiss.”
Fonir didn’t need any more say than that, leaning forward, cupping your face before kissing you, smiling into it when you responded almost instantly, kissing him back and letting the feeling of bliss drown out the cheering and applause of the audience and your two best friends.
You were a royal now, something you never thought would happen in your life, and as long as you had your husband by your side, you thought you could do anything you could ever want.
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Part one