Breakdown One Shots

Return Him

(Starts out with some kissing, but not for long)

(Braelyn is abruptly shoved into the position of attending directly to the Crown Prince. A Prince who tends to go through servants rather quickly. Each one calling him a spoiled brat. Though his expectations for the position are not high, Braelyn is surprised to find that the rumors do not appear to be all that truthful. In fact, it doesn't take long for Braelyn to become hopelessly romanced by them. After the Prince -awkwardly- reveals that he holds his servant in the same regards... things become complicated.)

Braelyn blushed red as Finnick plucks him off the floor. His automatic reaction is to quickly wrap his legs around their waist, and arms around their shoulders.

"F-Finnick what if someone sees us?"

"We're in my own room. No one is allowed to enter without permission from myself, or my father. No one even knows you're in here."

Finnick leans in with a smile and softly kisses Braelyn's cheek. He spins them both with a gentle laugh as he rests Braelyn upon silk sheets and soft blankets.

"But...but..." Braelyn started. He never finished the sentiment.

With a smile, Finnick climbs over Braelyn's waist, one leg on either side of their hips. He brings his face in close. Braelyn can't stop the blushing smile he's trying to push down on his own face. Finnick just glows with pure excitement and love like a puppy.

"Brae.... I won't do anything you do not desire of me. Crown or no, my heart is to you." Finnick leans in slowly, he rests a hand on either side of their head.

"Would you allow me this honor to-"

Braelyn leaned up suddenly and kissed Finnick before he could finish the thought. The bubbling feeling of excitement exploded in Braelyn, especially as Finnick quickly melted into sweet bliss.

When Braelyn let go of his lips, Finnick leaned up and gripped the edges of his own shirt. Braelyn watched the way his muscles moved as he pulled it off. He blushed again and when he touched Finnick's bare skin, they shivered.

He tossed the shirt away, unthought of to its location and leaned down again.

However, like a curse, it was as soon as Finnick's lips touched Braelyn again that his bolted bedroom door was cracked inward. The thick wood splitting as men entered the room.

Finnick and Braelyn looked up in fear, the Prince's hands still beneath Braelyn's shirt. That is until they were being pulled apart by large men in armor. Amongst them, standing still, a keeper. One of Finnick's father's close servants. He looked smug, Finnick's skin began to burn.

"Finnick!?" Braelyn shouted as he tried to grab for him.

Finnick shouted in anger, trying to fight the guards but in his current position he possessed no advantages.

"Braelyn!"

The boy was thundered out of the room before Finnick's eyes. Finnick however was forced to the ground and kneed in the back. His blood boiled and he felt rage cloud his eyes. His gaze found the keeper and he gritted his teeth in defiance as his arms were pulled up behind him. They pulled hard to force a painful curse from Finnick.

"You fucking bastard" Finnick growled. You could feel the pins and needles of his voice. It was clear that out of instinct alone Finnick would have choked the life out of them without a second of hesitation. "Was my father involved in this?!"

The keeper stepped forward and gently squeezed the sides of his cheeks to force his face up. Finnick tried to fight, maybe even bite the older man, but the keeper gripped harder.