Someday, this will be an epic...: D
Title: Repent And Thou Shalt Be Saved (A Story Of A Boy And His Servant)
Chapter: One. Here's Your Servant, Son.
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: Will be NC-17. Not yet though. They're only thirteen and fourteen after all. ;)
Pairing: Future Prince of Venusia, Ville Valo, and his servant, Brandon Cole Margera. Illegally. *grin*
Disclaimer: This is as AU as it can get. Matter of fact, beyond the end and the character names, it could be considered a total original.
AN: Again, as AU as you can go. Venusia is imaginary and Ville's ancestry rules it, and that's not even as AU as I go, loves.
Summary (Because I barely ever offer one): Bam is the unwilling servant to the son of Prince Valo. Use your imagination and figure out the rest.
Dedicated to
jezebel1386 because she is the greatest thing since the invention of the computer, and because she made me get off my ass and post something in order to gain something from her in return. Now write that smut, Jezzie! I want to read it!
"I'm not going, Mom," Bam said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at his mother.
April sighed. "Yes, you are. Your father and I need the help to keep food on the table. You know the rule."
Bam made a rude noise. "Yeah, whatever. I didn't ask to be a servant's kid! Just send me back where I came from or something!"
April rolled her eyes. "You know I can't, Bam. Suck it up and deal because you're not getting out of this. It's the law."
"But, Mo-om," Bam whined, sticking out his bottom lip, "I don't want to follow some pompous, prissy prince and cater to his every bratty whim!"
April counted to ten in her head. "Funny you should mention bratty whims, because I'd say asking me to break the law just because you don't want to is a fairly big one. You're going, Bam. You have no choice."
"Someday you'll regret this!" Bam spat, stomping down the short hallway to his room. He screamed like a banshee and threw himself facedown onto his bed.
"This is such bullshit," he muttered into the flimsy blanket, wrinkling his nose because, well, it smelt bad.
"I heard that!" His mother yelled and Bam lifted his head from the blanket to shout,
"So fucking what! This sucks! If you don't let me swear about it, I'll-"
Thundering steps from his mother down the hall cut Bam off. "You'll what, Brandon?" she snarled, her eyes narrowed.
Bam's narrowed in response. "I-I'll run away where you and Dad can't find me and you'll cry and worry and beg for me to come home, but I won't and-"
April snorted. "Venusia isn't big enough for you to get where we can't find you, and you're thirteen, Brandon-you can't get a passport without parental consent."
Bam cursed. "Damnit, Mom, why do you have to shoot down every escape plan I have?"
April chuckled. Sometimes Bam could be so melodramatic. "It's my job. Now get up and come with me. It's time for you to meet Ville."
Bam pouted the whole way up to the grand ballroom where Ville and his parents waited.
His pout dropped into a gape as he laid eyes on the prince's son for the first time.
Ville Valo was absolutely beautiful. He'd heard it all his life, but never believed it until now.
Granted, he was scowling in a rather unpleasant way and would probably be prettier without the expression, but still.
The long dark hair complimented his china-doll white face. His lips were full and pale red and flashing green eyes sat right above a gorgeous nose. He was thin, but with curves, tall, but short enough, and when he bared his teeth at his mother--for what reason Bam didn't know-Bam saw he had perfect pearly whites.
He spoke. "Mother, Father, can't you assign me a servant while I finish my song? Inspiration doesn't last forever, you know."
The snarky tone didn't change the fact that his voice was musical, like a vocal version of Mozart's best.
The prince, who Bam had met once before, sighed. "If you ask me to leave once, once more, I will have Clarine burn that infernal instrument."
Ville shut up, watching his father with wide, obedient eyes.
"Good evening, your Highness," April spoke as she strode up to the three, dragging a still-awed Bam along with her.
"Ah, the same to you, April. Is this the boy?" Prince Kari examined Bam carefully, flicking a finger to indicate he should turn.
Bam wanted to send a rather different hand signal back, but instead did as he was instructed, after a glare from his mother.
"He seems to be a sturdy, well-adjusted young man. He has gone to primary school, yes? And he's had his shots?"
The last caused Bam to growl under his breath. The prince made it sound as if he were a dog being sold.
April shot him a warning glance and he quieted. "Yes, all of that has been taken care of."
Kari nodded in a final way. "Very well. Meet your servant, son."
Ville blew his hair out of his face in a classic show of annoyance and stepped up to Bam, holding out his hand. "Ville Valo, pleasure."
Bam wanted to spit on the callous-less fingers and well-kept nails. "Bam Margera," he said through gritted teeth, low enough so only Ville could hear.
"The"-he nearly choked-"pleasure is all mine, M-M-Master." He could die of shame.
Ville raised an eyebrow. "Bam?"
Bam glared. "Don't ever call me Brandon. I hate that name. It's Bam."
Ville nodded. "Fair enough. You don't like me very much, do you, Bam?"
"I'd rather do something else with my time than obey the every command of some arrogant rich kid like you, thanks."
Ville's nostrils flared and the thoughtful expression turned angry. "I'll have you know-"
"Son, take Brandon to your quarters. It is best you two become better acquainted."
Ville saw the defiant look on Bam's face and sighed. Somehow he really doubted that would be best.
*****
Baby loves, you have no idea how nervous I am to post this. Especially since updating will be slow.
Please, soothe my frantic worries! Leave me some love! :)
Chapter: One. Here's Your Servant, Son.
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: Will be NC-17. Not yet though. They're only thirteen and fourteen after all. ;)
Pairing: Future Prince of Venusia, Ville Valo, and his servant, Brandon Cole Margera. Illegally. *grin*
Disclaimer: This is as AU as it can get. Matter of fact, beyond the end and the character names, it could be considered a total original.
AN: Again, as AU as you can go. Venusia is imaginary and Ville's ancestry rules it, and that's not even as AU as I go, loves.
Summary (Because I barely ever offer one): Bam is the unwilling servant to the son of Prince Valo. Use your imagination and figure out the rest.
Dedicated to
jezebel1386 because she is the greatest thing since the invention of the computer, and because she made me get off my ass and post something in order to gain something from her in return. Now write that smut, Jezzie! I want to read it!
"I'm not going, Mom," Bam said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at his mother.
April sighed. "Yes, you are. Your father and I need the help to keep food on the table. You know the rule."
Bam made a rude noise. "Yeah, whatever. I didn't ask to be a servant's kid! Just send me back where I came from or something!"
April rolled her eyes. "You know I can't, Bam. Suck it up and deal because you're not getting out of this. It's the law."
"But, Mo-om," Bam whined, sticking out his bottom lip, "I don't want to follow some pompous, prissy prince and cater to his every bratty whim!"
April counted to ten in her head. "Funny you should mention bratty whims, because I'd say asking me to break the law just because you don't want to is a fairly big one. You're going, Bam. You have no choice."
"Someday you'll regret this!" Bam spat, stomping down the short hallway to his room. He screamed like a banshee and threw himself facedown onto his bed.
"This is such bullshit," he muttered into the flimsy blanket, wrinkling his nose because, well, it smelt bad.
"I heard that!" His mother yelled and Bam lifted his head from the blanket to shout,
"So fucking what! This sucks! If you don't let me swear about it, I'll-"
Thundering steps from his mother down the hall cut Bam off. "You'll what, Brandon?" she snarled, her eyes narrowed.
Bam's narrowed in response. "I-I'll run away where you and Dad can't find me and you'll cry and worry and beg for me to come home, but I won't and-"
April snorted. "Venusia isn't big enough for you to get where we can't find you, and you're thirteen, Brandon-you can't get a passport without parental consent."
Bam cursed. "Damnit, Mom, why do you have to shoot down every escape plan I have?"
April chuckled. Sometimes Bam could be so melodramatic. "It's my job. Now get up and come with me. It's time for you to meet Ville."
Bam pouted the whole way up to the grand ballroom where Ville and his parents waited.
His pout dropped into a gape as he laid eyes on the prince's son for the first time.
Ville Valo was absolutely beautiful. He'd heard it all his life, but never believed it until now.
Granted, he was scowling in a rather unpleasant way and would probably be prettier without the expression, but still.
The long dark hair complimented his china-doll white face. His lips were full and pale red and flashing green eyes sat right above a gorgeous nose. He was thin, but with curves, tall, but short enough, and when he bared his teeth at his mother--for what reason Bam didn't know-Bam saw he had perfect pearly whites.
He spoke. "Mother, Father, can't you assign me a servant while I finish my song? Inspiration doesn't last forever, you know."
The snarky tone didn't change the fact that his voice was musical, like a vocal version of Mozart's best.
The prince, who Bam had met once before, sighed. "If you ask me to leave once, once more, I will have Clarine burn that infernal instrument."
Ville shut up, watching his father with wide, obedient eyes.
"Good evening, your Highness," April spoke as she strode up to the three, dragging a still-awed Bam along with her.
"Ah, the same to you, April. Is this the boy?" Prince Kari examined Bam carefully, flicking a finger to indicate he should turn.
Bam wanted to send a rather different hand signal back, but instead did as he was instructed, after a glare from his mother.
"He seems to be a sturdy, well-adjusted young man. He has gone to primary school, yes? And he's had his shots?"
The last caused Bam to growl under his breath. The prince made it sound as if he were a dog being sold.
April shot him a warning glance and he quieted. "Yes, all of that has been taken care of."
Kari nodded in a final way. "Very well. Meet your servant, son."
Ville blew his hair out of his face in a classic show of annoyance and stepped up to Bam, holding out his hand. "Ville Valo, pleasure."
Bam wanted to spit on the callous-less fingers and well-kept nails. "Bam Margera," he said through gritted teeth, low enough so only Ville could hear.
"The"-he nearly choked-"pleasure is all mine, M-M-Master." He could die of shame.
Ville raised an eyebrow. "Bam?"
Bam glared. "Don't ever call me Brandon. I hate that name. It's Bam."
Ville nodded. "Fair enough. You don't like me very much, do you, Bam?"
"I'd rather do something else with my time than obey the every command of some arrogant rich kid like you, thanks."
Ville's nostrils flared and the thoughtful expression turned angry. "I'll have you know-"
"Son, take Brandon to your quarters. It is best you two become better acquainted."
Ville saw the defiant look on Bam's face and sighed. Somehow he really doubted that would be best.
*****
Baby loves, you have no idea how nervous I am to post this. Especially since updating will be slow.
Please, soothe my frantic worries! Leave me some love! :)