Vinceward Fic

Stalker Edward AU

Edward: Ed stares, refusing to pull his eyes away from him. He’s gorgeous. All long lines, legs for days, and god how that mouth perks up when he’s feeling mischievous or amused. His teeth are perfect too, cute and snaggled, they look like they’d leave lovely bite marks.
Edward sighs, lovestruck, and realizes he’s been too obvious about watching, having to drag his eyes away from the object of his obsession for a few minutes, counting the seconds out, excruciating as they are, before turning his gaze back. This time looking lovingly at his hair, at the moles dotting him. Even from his spot tucked in the back corner of the library he can see them, can’t stop thinking about kissing each one.

Vincenz: Someone is staring at her. She can tell. It’s been on and off ever since she’s been sitting in the library, but Vincenz hasn’t got this far in life without being aware of her surroundings. She carefully scribbles down a note in her journal, then flicks her eyes over. She can see the vauge shape of them in the back of the library, only a flash of dark hair. Confronting them in here would be too obvious, attract attention she doesn’t want. Maybe it’s just someone zoning out, too, and then she’d be the jerk. Vince carefully closes his book, tucking it back into his bag, and gathers his things, silently stepping out of the library, waiting to hear if he’s followed.

Edward: He shuts his notebook, the one dedicated to Vincenz, after marking the time, and waits a few moments, slipping out a side exit. Looping around the building so it seems as if he’s just another student. Because he is, even if he has other motives at the moment.

Vincenz: He doesn’t follow her out of the same door. And he’d be terribly stupid if he did, so Vince keeps walking, taking a longer way than necessary, one that has less students but is, honestly, much more pleasant. She wonders if she should be worried, and how quickly she can pull out her knife if needs be.

Edward: Ed follows. Of course he follows. At a distance further than he’d like, but far enough to be a shadow in the corner of his eye. This isn’t the route he normally takes, Ed will have to map it out when he gets home.

Vincenz: Definitely following. She rounds the corner of the building before he does, leans against the wall, and waits for him carefully, her fingers curled around the handle of her pocket knife.

Edward: Edward keeps his pace, turning the corner at what should still be a ways back from Vince. Eyes searching for him but-

Vincenz: Vince grabs him by the collar and twists, throwing him up against the wall. He’s not skin and bones, but he’s definitely light enough to throw around. She lightly presses the knife against his throat, just enough to feel, but not drawing any blood yet.
“Don’t scream. Why are you following me?”

Edward: Seeing him up close….. God Edward only falls more in love. Those eyes! So full of cold rage, they’re gorgeous. If Edward had a dick, he knows he’d be painfully hard.
“I’m not!” Ed lies, not wanting to scare him off.

Vincenz: “I’m not stupid,” Vince snaps. She presses harder, forcing him up onto his toes, his weight kept up by her arm and body and nothing else. “I noticed you, at the library, and you followed me all the way here. No one goes this way, there aren’t any classes in the back of the building today. You’re following me. Don’t lie to me, this knife is sharp.”

Edward: Fuck. “Ok uh, I just, I just like watching you, in classes. Saw you at the library and wanted to see where you’d go.”
He’s lying again, but much less obviously this time. Perhaps even convincingly.

Vincenz: Vince glares at him. “Well, don’t. Most people don’t enjoy being followed. And if you do it again, I might be a bit hastier with this.” She taps the knife against his throat once, twice, to make her point, leaving a tiny nick on his skin. “Do you understand?”

Edward: “Yes! I understand. Sorry.” He’s not. Not at all. And he’ll definitely not be giving up his hobby, his obsession.

Vincenz: “Good boy. Don’t piss me off again.” She steps back and lets him drop, tucking her knife away. Satisfied that he’s been adequately frightened off, Vince leaves him behind the building and starts actually making her way to class.

Edward: Lucky for Edward, they have quite a few classes together. Being in the same track of study will do that.
They do not have this one together though, so he scurries home and maps out the path he took in his notebook, before writing the event in meticulous, loving, excruciating detail.

Vincenz: Vince hopes that’s the end of that. She doesn’t need a stalker— especially not with her extracurricular activities. She doesn’t see him during that class, nor indeed for the rest of the day, so thank god. The next morning, she’s in her usual lecture, but still antsy, still off kilter, and finds herself carefully tracking everyone who comes in the door.

Edward: Edward walks in the door, wanting to stare at him, but doesn’t. Tries to avoid looking in her direction at all, taking his usual seat in the back corner. Pulling out his notes, both the ones for class and the ones on Vincenz.

Vincenz: Vince narrows her glare on him, though, makes sure he can feel the venom in her stare, before turning her eyes back to the front. Of course he’s in this class. How many classes do they have together? How often is she going to *have* to see that strange little man?

Edward: He takes dutiful notes all lecture, on Vince and the topic at hand. The picture of a perfect student, if a bit disconcertingly quiet. Only looking at Vincenz when he knows he’ll not be seen.

Vincenz: Vince ignores him as much as she’s able, and hopes it’ll be the last she’s got to deal with him. The class lets out, and off she goes, walking down the hall and humming softly to himself. He’s got an hour before the next class, it might be a good time to wind down and do a little reading.

Edward: Of course he follows. He has the class, after all. Sneaks off to get a snack before huddling himself away in the library stacks, waiting for Vince to come take his usual spot.
He’s already filled five notebooks on the man, and Ed will have to get a seventh soon, as this one is almost finished. He does his best to mark the tune Vince hummed, although the notation is sloppy at best and downright incorrect at the least.

Vincenz: But, unusually, Vince doesn’t come through the door at all. The table remains empty. The door shut. Even after ten, fifteen minutes pass.

Edward: Edward panics internally a moment, before packing his materials back up and exiting, going down his catalogue of spots Vince spends this free time in.

Vincenz: She's not there either. Though, on his way to where she usually eats lunch, there's a soft sound from one of the classrooms, which should really be empty at this time. A small, muffled whimper, familiar in its softness. The door isn't fully shut either, just barely cracked open.

Edward: He presses himself to the wall next to the door, peering in through the crack, carful not to let any noise reveal him.

Vincenz: It is Vince, though most of her is covered by the body of another. A student— someone Ed’s definitely seen her talking to occasionally. He has a hand down Vince’s pants, lazily getting him off, while Vince makes small, soft noises. Though Ed can see, just over the shoulder of the student, that she’s not the most enthused. Not angry or afraid, just… bored.

Edward: Bitter, jealous anger bubbles in Ed's chest. How dare he to get the honor of such a thing, and do it badly.
Even still, he can't tear his eyes away. Too desperate to watch Vince get off, even if he's bored while it happens.
Edward wants to draw the expression later, add it to the collection he has of all the others he's seen Vince make, late in the nights.

Vincenz: Vince sighs, one of her hands idly rubbing at the seam of the student's sleeve. Her cheeks grow marginally pinker, her eyes falling half shut as her partner manages, somehow, to drag her to and then over the edge. The only sound she makes is a small sigh, the exhalation of relief, though there isn't any particular desire there. They pull apart, the other student tucking himself away while Vince cleans up, and he starts toward the door.

Edward: Ed scrambles back, slipping into an empty room across the hall, hiding, flushed himself, even as he hates the man for being so disappointing for Vincenz. He desrves better than that.

Vincenz: The student stomps past, his footfalls heavy and unmistakable. Vince follows a little bit after, clearly unsatisfied, her gait slow and annoyed. “Missed all my free time for that…” She mutters, low under her breath.

Edward: He has to hold himself back from offering to do better, barely manages.
Waits till she gets well around the corner, and then follows, even though half of him wants to go murder the student instead.

Vincenz: Vince pauses at the sound of his footsteps, then turns over her shoulder. Her frown is very, very unimpressed. “Hope that performance was better for you than for me, little freak.” And off she goes again, even the click of her shoes managing to sound annoyed.

Edward: “I didn’t-" But he did, and he knows lying won’t make any difference. Instead, when he gets to class, Ed wordlessly slips the other half of the sandwich he’d bought in front of Vince, neatly wrapped.
It’s something he knows he’ll eat to. Ed almost never eats anything he knows Vince dislikes anymore.

Vincenz: Vince glares at it like she could set it on fire, but, a few minutes later, she's unwrapping the sandwhich and stuffing it into her mouth. She could kill that weird little fucker. And yet... Well, the sandwhich is pretty good. Better than the handjob, anyway.

Edwrad: Ed smiles, and, now seated, starts scribbling down all the details of both encounters. All the sounds and faces, the disappointed click of his shoes, the way Vince actually ate and enjoyed the sandwich. It all makes Edward’s stomach flutter.

Vincenz: Vince crumples up the paper and tosses it when class lets out. Honestly, she kind of wants to go home. Usually she'd be going out with friends right now, having some drinks and winding out the week, but honestly, the company of any of them makes her stomach turn, especially the risk of seeing old mediocre again. She knows she gave better than she got, and dreads him asking for more. Vince makes up his mind, turning to leave and starting the trek home instead.

Edward: Ed gets up with the throng of the class, keeping a good distance back from Vincenz in the crowd.
He seems to be headed, not toward the campus town life, but toward the flat he rents. Edward watches, checks his past notes, and makes a new one. Taking side alleys and shortcuts to not be seen, he makes his way to the building Vince rents from, and settles into his usual hiding spot.

Vincenz: Vince pauses at her stairs. There’s a letter at her door. He opens it, and finds an invitation from Clement inside. Great. Awesome. Just what she needs. She’s rejected the last two, so she knows this is no longer optional. She groans and sits down against the door, her face in her hands. This has been a god awful day.

Edward: He marks that down as well. He’s not sure who these letters are from, but he never seems happy when they show up.
Ed wishes he could do somehting to cheer him up, but, well.

Vincenz: She eventually picks herself up, still miserable, and slips inside her house. The window is open— facing into a small patch of bushes and trees, so Vince isn’t too worried about the curtains when she takes off her shoes and unbuttons her shirt. It’s been a long, long day, and she doesn’t really want to bind anymore.

Edward: Ed shuffles outside, moving to the other spot, the one that looks in at his window. The window that usually has closed curtains. He usually has to creep real close, angle himself just right to see a hint of Vince’s face, or his hand on his dick, but today? Ohhhh today Edward gets to see it all.

Vincenz: Vince groans as she pulls the binding off, rubbing her tender chest. it aches, and she knows she overdid it. At the university, she'd rather be safe than sorry, but still it feels good to let her chest out. she stretches up, then rubs her hands over her chest, down her stomach, easing the exhaustion.

Edward: His eyes go saucer wide, excitement and confusion in equal measure. Is Vincenz like him? But then, Edward knows he’s seen a dick, like a full one. He carefully pulls out the notes, and begins to write, to sketch out the bare basics of Vince’s shapes, wanting- no, needing to immortalize his lovely form.

Vincenz: Vince tugs off her trousers and underwear and falls backwards onto the bed. The dick is there, undoubtedly, as is her chest, which falls with gravity to either side. They’re small tits, a handful at most, accenting the long, long line of her body.

Edward: God Ed feels himself getting hot under the collar, blushing, even though no one can see. Vince is gorgeous, and he’s so pleased he gets to see all of him.
More and more sketches appear, and Ed knows he’ll be thinking about this as he whacks off for weeks.

Vincenz: Vince groans. She’s still keyed up, but just annoyed now. Didn’t even take the edge off, with that middling orgasm. Her hand idly gropes her chest, the other wandering down between her legs. Maybe that’ll get her mind off Clement, off of all the things pissing her off today. She almost wishes that pretty weirdo had been more aggressive, a fistfight would have been a wonderful way to blow off steam. That thought makes her dick perk up a little, imagining them both smeared in blood….

Edward: Edward feels his own hand wandering, wondering if it would feel nice to have his own tits touched like that….. to have Vince touch them…

Vincenz: Mmh, yeah. If she had been allowed to hurt him, to dig her teeth into his flesh. She grabs her cock and teases the head with her thumb, a low whine crawling out of her. God, it does feel good, pleasure bleeding in as she fantasizes about shoving her hands into that upstarts wriggling guts.

Edward: As much as Ed wants to shove fingers inside himself here and now, he has more important things to do.
He starts documenting everything more frantically, not wanting to miss any of it. Vince is so beautiful, and this is such a privilege.

Vincenz: It feels better than that man’s hand had, which really speaks to his lack of skill. She starts a measured rhythm, teasing herself with intermittent squeezes and strokes, her body arching more and more into her touch. She whines, her eyes shut, hips slowly rocking into her own fist, seeking out more of that pleasure.

Edward: As he takes notes, Ed finds himself leaning closer and closer, forcing himself to stop short of where he’s visible. The heat is bright and deep in his guts, and somehow, being so close to being caught by Vince only makes it burn brighter, his thighs pressing together where he kneels.

Vincenz: Vince hisses. The pleasure’s building fast, and her eyes roll back as she chases it more and more. She wants, oh god, how badly she wants to hurt someone, or fuck someone that actually gives a damn if she’s having fun. It’s so close, almost there.

Edward: Ed’s pen is poised, ready to capture his expression of ecstasy. He wishes he could join Vince, could wrap his own fingers around that lovely cock and feel it as he cums….

Vincenz: Her eyes flicker open. She’s poised, just at the right angle, and her eyes catch the movement. Dark hair, in his yard. She barely has time to register the shock before she cums, mouth dropped open in a brief ecstasy, mingled with a low bolt of fear.

Edward: He captures it, best he can. The shock and fear coupled with huge pleasure, oh it’s delicious, Ed gets a taste and finds he never wants to go a week without seeing it.

Vincenz: Vince hastily licks the cum off her hand, having no other way to wipe it off, and scrambles to the window. Who’s out there? Does *he* know where she lives?!

Edward: Ed panics, scrabbling backward, curling his notebook tight to his chest and running, leaving only muddy footprints behind as he sprints out of sight, into the dark.

Vincenz: But she sees him, just a brief flash of a shirt, and dread creeps down her spine. He’s there. He was there. Oh fuck. He’s following her. He knows where she lives. Does he know—?

Edward: When he gets to his flat, Ed barely gets his door locked before he’s shoving his hand down his pants, groaning, head thunking back against the wood.
Fuck it feels good, and seeing that mix of fear and lust? Edward thinks it might be just as pretty as the look on Vincenz’ face when he kills.
Fingers sink in to the last knuckle, curling and pumping as his thumb rolls around his clit. All Ed’s thoughts are consumed by Vincenz, by his hands, his tits, his dick. Edward wants to run fingers along all of them, and have his felt in turn.

Vincenz: Vince doesnt know what to do, possesed by constant, consuming fear. She sits heavily on the bed. He knows. He must know. Which means he has blackmail. Even worse blackmail that Clement, probably, considering how often she killed here.
Vince clutches herself firmly. She has to corner him, figure out what he knows, what he wants. If she needs to kill him too.

Edward: He wants to have Vince paint him bloody, leave handprints in red and purple, wants to make him feel amazing, wants to be sprayed with anything he wants to give.
More than anything he wants to give Vince anything he could ever need or want. Even if he doesn’t know he needs it.
Ed’s fingers keep going, thumb pressing a little harder to his dick. His other hand, mimicking Vince, comes up to reach for one of his own breasts.
It doesn’t take long at all before he cums, everything shuddering, cunt clenching around his fingers, Vincenz’ name on his lips.

Vincenz: Vince is an anxious wreck the next day. She doesn't have classes, but figures the strange man might. Her eyes dart anxiously around the campus, trying to find that familiar head of dark, shining hair.

Edward: When Edward arrives to campus in the morning, he's well rested. Sated and in high spirits from his excursion the night before.
He freezes when he sees Vince though. Pulls out his notes, double checks the schedule he knows by heart.

Vincenz: Vince marches towards him and grabs his arm before he has the chance to run away. “I know it was you, yesterday. You little creep. You’re gonna come with me, very quietly, or this is going to be unpleasant for you, yes?”

Edward: "Yesterday? I don't-" Really, Edward should know better than to play dumb, or innocent. He's far too unsettling to pull off either.

Vincenz: Vince digs her nails into his arm until it hurts. “You do know. Probably had your dirty hand down your pants the whole time. Follow me, now.” He leaves no room for argument, dragging Ed along and away from the students, somewhere more private to confront him.

Edward: Even now, knowing he's been caught, is in trouble, he still finds himself aroused, that uncomfortable damp accumulating in his underwear.
"I didn't!"

Vincenz: “Do you think I’m a moron?” She yanks him into an alley and shoves him up against the wall. “How long have you been coming to my house? And stop playing innocent, it’s pissing me off.”

Edward: "Ok first, I wasn't playing innocent there, I really didn't have my hand down my pants!" He groans, when the impact with the wall makes everything jutter.

Vincenz: “Oh god, you’re getting off on this too, aren’t you? Fucking weirdo.” She can’t deal with this on top of everything else! Vince grits her teeth and bites down a groan. “Look. How long have you been stalking me? How many times have you been outside my house? Be honest.”

Edward: Unfortunately, he is getting rather excited about being pressed up against a wall by the object of his obsessions.
"I- I've been following you since you first spoke up in class......last year." He blushes as he says it, eyes getting dreamy as he think's back to how perfectly Vince had responded to the question.

Vincenz: Last year. He’s seen her, then, no doubt. He knows. He knows what she does. He’s probably catalouged it— hell, the freak’s probably marked where she dumps her bodies! Vince lets go of him, staggering a half step back under the weight of it. What does she do? She can’t just kill him now— but if she lets him go, he has every reason to report her, and it would be easy. Vince feels sick, her hands starting to tremble, violently. She doesn’t want to run again. Doesn’t want to owe even more to Clement if he saves her. If.

Edward: "You seem unsettled. You don't need to be! I've been a perfect gentleman, swear. Never touched myself while watching you, promise." He purposefully leaves out all the drawing he's done of Vince in the throes of pleasure, and the fact he thinks of him every time he masturbates, which is at least once a day.
"You're just... so perfect. I can't help but watch you."

Vincenz: “You— you—“ the words choke in her throat. She doesn’t give a fuck if this freak’s jerked off to her— hell, she *knows* he has, it’d be weirder if he didn’t! But the bodies. The corpses.
“What’s your game, then? What do you want? What— money? My company? A fucking blowjob— what— what are you gonna ask so that you don’t tell anyone?” Because that’s what this has to be, doesn’t it? Stalking her so he can use her habits to control her, to keep her under his thumb like Clement.

Edward: "Want? I just want to be near you... make you feel good... Please you! I don't-?" He doesn't understand. Doesn't see anything wrong with Vincenz' habits or behavior. Why would he be trying to extort someone so gloriously perfect? The thought doesn't even cross his mind.

Vincenz: “What—? No. Don’t lie to me. I told you not to. You have to want something. You wouldn’t keep your mouth shut about what I do if you didn’t. So just— just ask for it. I can’t do anything to you without getting caught anyway.”

Edward: "I'm not lying! I just like watching you. Just want to do what you want me to. You're perfect, why would I ever try to get anything from you that you didn't want to give?"

Vincenz: Vince cannot fucking believe this guy. “So what you just— you just truly want to follow me around and watch me jerk off? That’s it? All the blackmail you probably have and— that’s all????”

Edward: "Blackmail?! No. I would never!" As much as he wants to mention that he'd really really like to date Vince, he does have just enough situational awareness to realize that now is not the time for that.

Vincenz: “Well don’t act offended. Following me home and getting off to me in my bedroom evidently wasn’t too immoral for you, how am I supposed to know where you draw the line?” She jabs his chest with a finger. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about that either, got it? People generally shouldn’t know about those, you invasive little creep.”

Edward: "It's okay, I have a set too." The words slip out before he thinks them through, to intent on making Vince feel safer with him again.
He nearly swoons at 'creep', already given a nickname by his beloved, he's so lucky!

Vincenz: “You. Huh?” She nearly, nearly reaches to check before catching herself and realizing that’s an insane thing to do. Instead, she pulls her hand firmly to her side. “Okay. Then you especially understand my need for discrection, yes?”

Edward: “Yeah, yes. Yes I understand. I won’t tell, I promise.” He was watching the hand almost move to touch, and yank away, and says, completely earnestly, “I could show you, if you wanted. To prove it. And to make it fair.”

Vincenz: “What, right here?” She laughs incredulously. He’s fine to violate her privacy, but men like that are never willing to humiliate themselves in turn. She sneers. “Sure. Go ahead.”

Edward: Ed starts unbuttoning his shirt, looking around the alley quickly, to make sure no one else is there, before pulling it open and the binding up, displaying a set of perky, if small tits. About a half size bigger than Vince’s, and milk pale.

Vincenz: Against her better judgement, Vince feels a small pull of arousal in her gut, and almost nearly follows it with a hot wash of anger. It would be much, much easier to hate him if he was genuinely repulsive, unwilling to show his body or debase himself the way she’d been debased. Vince reaches out and meanly grabs one, using it to press him firmly to the wall.
“You keep your mouth shut, yeah? And stop sitting in my garden. Don’t follow me home. Or at the least, knock on my door like a proper human being. And if you keep stalking me, the consequences will be your own damn fault.”

Edward: Edward whines, way louder than advisable, and arches into the touch, pressing against the wall.
“What— What kind of consequences?”

Vincenz: Vince would bite him if she has less restraint. She growls instead, frustrated, low, angry. “Unpleasant ones. You’ve seen me hurt people, you know what I’m capable of when I’m annoyed. Don’t annoy me. You wanna give me everything I want, but all you do is trail around after me and stare at me naked. Sounds like the only person getting anything they want is you.”

Edward: “Anything you ask I’ll do. Anything!” Except leave him alone, of course.

Vincenz: “What, you followed me this long and haven’t the faintest clue what I might need or want? Some stalker you are.” Vince finally lets go of his tit and angrily rebuttons his shirt.
“You know what? You can be my fake date. I have a party to go to this weekend, and I need some visual sign to make other people fuck off. You look kind of scary, it’ll work.”

Lord of the Forest

Oathbreaker Ed: Edward had been a knight for years. Over half his life in dutiful servitude to his liege, first as a squire, then as a vassal. Over a decade of service and this is how it ends. Because of a crime he didn’t even commit. Not that it mattered now. Judgment had been cast. His armor stripped from him, his head held down as his hair was shorn.
And now this.
While the rest had been humiliating, degrading, this was pure torture. His sword, which he had carried and cared for all these years, yanked from its scabbard and mounted above his kneeling form.

He faintly hears the proclamation of his supposed crime, of his misdeeds and his punishment, but they slip in one year and fall out the other like sand through fingers. What he *does* register, however, is the heavy clanking footsteps behind him, where he can’t turn to look. The scraping, crunching drag of a war hammer across stone floors.
Edward squeezes his eyes shut, speaks, for the first time since his sentencing.
“I denounce my oath, my path, and my god. If my liege would throw me out, so to do I cast aside all the bonds forged within his walls.” Something in him snaps. Tears in two, and he knows, deep down, that he’s done something irrevocable. He truly is an oathbreaker now.
It’s the last thought he has before the hammer swings, and he feels blinding searing agony across his back. Shards of sword embedding deep into his flesh, the two halves falling to either side of him. He’s luck they hadn’t seen to break his spine as well. Of course, Edward doesn’t think this until much later. Too preoccupied by the metal boot planted against his angry and roiling back, kicking forward and forcing him to fall onto his stomach in writhing agony.
He’s banished, that much he knows, and tho each motion is hell on his back, Edward gathers the bits of his sword together, pressing them close to himself wrapped in cloth. Cloth that he had’t been allowed to keep wrapped round his chest when they broke his sword cross his back. Another humiliation, stacked atop the rest.

Edward stumbles out of the castle, only carrying his sword shards and what he has left as clothes on him. Having no where to go but out, trudging alone dirt roads till he runs out of path. Standing before the dark forest, horrified, but starving, tired of dodging bandits and travelers. He steps into the tree line and almost immediately the countryside behind him is gone. There is no turning back now. Only pressing onward, hoping to find some pool or creek to drink from. Perhaps something to eat, finally.
At the very least he know’s no one will follow him into these dark trees.

Cemetery Map

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