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You give in too easily.

Annie was very amused and impressed by Y/n's resolution. Y/n was still relatively annoyed with her for laughing and giggling her way through the whole family dinner, but he was less annoyed with her than he was with the other people in his family.

Firstly, hadn't Isidor promised that he would handle it? Since when did handling a situation mean telling Y/n's whole family that they had —

And what made Y/n even more flabbergasted was the fact that Isidor hadn't even used the word deflowered. He had simply said fucked, which was the crude word he hadn't used when it came to Y/n. Obviously, the prince had done that intentionally. It hadn't been a slip of the tongue: it had been on purpose.

Secondly, his brothers had reacted unnecessarily harshly. What kind of person did they see Isidor as, anyway? There was no reason to crash out as much as they did — flinging a chair at him was definitely not the right way to approach the situation.

Thirdly, his father had almost committed first degree murder and treason. Y/n had to physically grab his father so as to stop him from annihilating Isidor. The worst thing was, Isidor hadn't even bothered to run away or do anything — all he had done was smile and laugh, which only made his brother and father more pissed off. Y/n just didn't get why Isidor would want to dig himself further into the mess and aggravate his family even further.

"Ignore him? You must be signing a death wish. But I wholeheartedly approve."

"It won't be permanent," Y/n grimaced, "I just don't feel like talking to them now."

"Wow, you must really be annoyed if you're planning to ignore Isidor," Annie whistled, "you're head over heels for him, so I didn't think it was in you to have the thought not to talk to him. Is the honeymoon stage passing? Is this your first fight?"

"It's not a fight," Y/n flushed, "and I'm still head over heels for Isidor. How could I not be? After all, he's handsome, attentive, sweet, kind, and —"

"Put it back in his pants after you're done dick riding," Annie groaned, "I don't need to hear any of this so early in the morning."

"Er..."

"Wait. Please don't tell me. I don't wanna hear about the time you spent actually riding his dick," Annie shuddered, "man, I keep hearing about you two, and while I'm happy that you guys are finally together, I need a lover. I was going to go with the whole I'm a strong, independent woman thing, but I'm tired of being single."

"There's a lot of people who are willing to date you," Y/n said honestly, "you're really nice and pretty."

"Wow, thanks. You're such a sweetheart, Y/n. But everyone in the academy isn't my type. Or maybe some are, but they're complete assholes."

"Enemies to lovers," Y/n suggested.

"Where did you learn that term from?"

"You," Y/n supplied.

"Oh, right, I did tell you that," Annie wrinkled her nose, "I've been getting things mixed up recently. It must be because of all the TMI Isidor spills into my ear. I think it's great that you're going to ignore him, by the way," Annie said enthusiastically. "Go with it. I would've suggested it personally to you, actually. I can't believe you thought of it yourself. It's an amazing idea."

"You think so?" Y/n asked hopefully.

Annie nodded her head. "I know so. That'll teach him a lesson. Let's see how long he can keep it in his pants before he goes crazy."

"How long should I ignore him for?" Y/n asked thoughtfully, "a few hours?"

"Oh, don't be a wuss," Annie snorted, "ignore him for three days, minimum."

"That seems like a bit much," Y/n said doubtfully, "I've already been relatively curt to him since the dinner. I don't want this to escalate too much."

"You say you've been curt, but still you allow him to get his hands all over you," Annie muttered under her breath. "I bet you'd let him pound you again too."

"Annie," Y/n deadpanned.

"Okay, okay, geez. Sorry. You should ignore him for at least a day. Like, hard-core ignoring. Like by pretending his voice is the wind. You should pay him back for being so unscrupulous at a family dinner."

"I still don't get what he was thinking."

"Obviously, he was bragging," Annie said, "but honestly, if you ask me, after all the waiting he did, he does deserve to brag."

"He's unbelievable," Y/n said with exasperation, and yet he was still beyond fond of the prince.

"And so what, you're going to ignore all the men in your family too? Soon, everyone is going to start pointing fingers and it won't look pretty."

"It's not my fault they started it." Y/n said plainly.

"Your brothers aren't going to be pleased. Neither will your father be."

"It'll probably break their heart," Y/n confirmed, "Yay."

"Yay?" Annie blurted out, "oh, my sweet precious Y/n. You were so sweet and kind earlier on this year...Isidor must have been a horrible influence to you."

"Actually, the one who teaches me this kind of stuff is you, Annie, " Y/n then trailed off. There was no point in saying that anyway, because Annie already knew that.

Annie laughed, "oh, well. Don't tell Isidor I encouraged you. He might revoke the extra vacation money he just gave me. I've been demanding things from him ever since you two got together."

"I won't," Y/n promised.

He was kind of looking forward to ignoring Isidor and his parents. In Isidor's case, it was more of a prank than Y/n actually being pissed at the prince: Y/n had tried finding magazines on how to be a better boyfriend and one of the suggestions in them was to play pranks on each other. You know, to foster a healthier relationship. For good purposes.

But whether it would work or not, Y/n was pretty eager to get things going.

It's not going to be that hard, Y/n told himself.

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Y/n was lucky enough to be preoccupied in a book when Isidor came into his room. This meant that it was easier and more natural for him not to look up from the pages of the book, and to simply lie there like a log. Y/n wasn't sure if he had that much energy to move anyway, he was feeling rather sleepy and his eyes would be sure to shut soon. The blankets were wrapped around Y/n's body, snug and warm and he could drift into slumber any moment. Y/n gave a slight yawn but didn't look up at the prince entering his room.

"Are you still mad at me?" Isidor asked, a tinge of amusement in his tone — Y/n couldn't help but wonder why he seemed amused, of all things — "I'm sorry, Y/n."

Sorry? He wasn't being sincere at all.

Y/n flipped another page. The words were starting to blur, and he sighed in defeat and shoved the book elsewhere instead. He brought the blankets up to his chin and snuggled into the bed, prepared to nap away. Annie would've called him a coward for choosing to take the easy way out, but who cared? She wasn't here to see this anyway.

Isidor had made his way to Y/n's side and now he sat at the edge of his bed, one hand reaching forward to stroke his hair lightly.

Drat, Y/n frowned. He shut his eyes even more tightly and hoped Isidor got the hint.

"You're really ignoring me," Isidor said.

Y/n didn't respond.

"You aren't ill, right? Do I need to take your temperature for you?"

Isidor's touch was soothing as it traveled down to his cheek. It would be even easier for Y/n to fall asleep to it, and unconsciously, he nuzzled his cheek into the palm of Isidor's hand.

"Did Annie put you up to this nonsense? It's very similar to her. She has been bored out of her mind ever since she returned back to her trip," Isidor murmured, "were you that shy of letting your family know of our perfectly healthy sex life?"

No one usually tells anyone of their sex life was what Y/n dearly wanted to tell his boyfriend. But he kept his mouth shut.

Y/n also didn't know why Isidor was still talking, especially when he wasn't answering. Was the prince so bored? Now that they had officially become a couple, Isidor had been becoming more and more bold of late, not to mention reckless. He didn't seem to have an ounce of shame left in his body.

"I told the cook to bake some of your favorite desserts, if it helps."

Y/n's fingers twitched.

This seemed oddly reminiscent of an owner trying to lure a cat. Isidor furrowed his eyebrows and gazed at Y/n again. The (h/c)-haired male had hardly budged.

"Huh," Isidor hummed, "maybe you aren't interested in me anymore. I should have known," his voice had mischief and yet also innocence (the duality of men) laced in it, "you're good-looking, kind, adorable, and wonderful, and I'm just useless, aren't I? Useless to the point my dear, darling boyfriend refuses to acknowledge my presence."

Wow, was he really doing this?

Y/n peeked at Isidor. He was straight faced. What was he, a teenage girl? A guilt tripper? Who did he learn this nonsense from?

"At least you're opening your eyes now," Isidor sounded wounded, "but it's such a pity that you don't want to talk to me."

Why did Y/n feel like Isidor was enjoying this, and not actually being hurt by it? Did Annie foresee this? Was that why she had been so supportive of the idea? Did she foresee Isidor purposefully acting like a fool? Did she foresee Y/n having difficulty carrying it out?

"But then again," Isidor added, "for someone who was so enthusiastically begging for me to fuck him, you can be very meek."

And...whatever sympathy Y/n had for Isidor flew out of the window. He made a note to bury himself under the covers so that the prince wouldn't see his flushed cheeks.

"Don't do that. You'll suffocate."

The hand pulled the sheets down.

Y/n pulled it up again.

Isidor pulled it down.

"Is this considered ignoring me?" Isidor hummed, "after all, you're still responding to me."

Y/n pulled the sheets down even faster. But before Y/n could turn away, Isidor grabbed his arm and gently tugged him back. Y/n's eyes widened as he became face to face with Isidor, who was smiling with delight. Isidor pressed his forehead against Y/n, who had been too startled to react.

"There. Now I can see your face. Aww, are you embarrassed? How cute."

Y/n yawned. His eyelids were dropping. It had taken a lot of energy just now to move around.

"I'm sorry, darling," Isidor continued — and gah, not the pet name — "Don't ignore me anymore, alright? I won't do that again. I won't announce to the whole world what happens between us. I won't tell anyone at all. I promise."

Isidor was so very hard to resist. Y/n had to remind himself that he was supposed to be annoyed by the prince, but Isidor was so very handsome...

Y/n bit his lip and turned away. He couldn't be caught relenting to Isidor. But then again, Isidor could be very persuasive. His words were like honeyed silk, and even the nonsensical words were lilting and nice to listen to. It only made Y/n even more sleepy. And when Y/n was sleepy, his mind tended to shut off a little.

Obviously, Isidor knew that. And he was the kind of person to take advantage of that.

"So you'll forgive me, right? No more of this ignoring thing. It's really hurting my feelings," Isidor murmured, pressing a firm kiss to Y/n's forehead, "I'm impressed with your resolve, though."

"Mm." Y/n let out an unintelligible sound as he barely registered Isidor's words. One part of his mind was already drifting off into slumber. Ever since Isidor and him had slept together, he found himself constantly sleepy and in need of rest. Y/n blamed it all on Isidor.

"Oh? You're talking to me now? So you've stopped ignoring me?"

"I'm not talking..." Y/n trailed off, half asleep by then. "You're talking."

Isidor laughed and started to pepper kisses all over Y/n'e face. His forehead, the slant of his nose, his cheeks, and his lips. Isidor had also kissed Y/n's now closed eyes, and Y/n could feel a smile flitting on the prince's lips.

"That didn't last long," Isidor remarked. "Annie would have been disappointed."

"You knew what you were doing," Y/n had enough energy to muster.

"I did," Isidor confirmed, before he added a suggestion cheerfully: "you should still ignore your family members for an even longer period of time, with a harder resolve."

Y/n didn't hear what his boyfriend had said. He was asleep by then, his chest dipping up and down. Isidor gazed at him with satisfaction — mission accomplished — and smiled.

Isidor had already known that Y/n ignoring him completely would be impossible.

Take that, Annie, he thought triumphantly. again.

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i always forget how to write for possession because it's been so long lol

hope it was ok though! sorry y/n folded but that's quite real: I bet 99% of you especially a certain someone would've folded a lot sooner errr haha not name dropping but everyone knows who

next up in the next chapter, his brothers — see you next month for the update. (btw, allegiance update might be delayed as I focus on bnha fic and new fic polarity) do vote on the chapter and add to your library to get notified of updates!

how was it?

note; very roughly edited don't kill me thanks