have you all seen this?!

If my 12 yr old cousin sees this she’ll start screaming and crying.....any help? Directioners?

Today, when we go around the table and say what we are thankful for… Me: “Balem Abrasax *lifts Team Balem mug and takes a sip* That is all.”

I will give you my left kidney if you do this.

Omg I will have my sister record it lol my family would be like “the fuck is Balem?…” 😂

this made my day hahaha

Love me like you do (Part 24)-Balem series

A/N: And here we are, 24! Sorry it took so long, having to work out the fine details of chapters is quite an undertaking. Lol So, I can’t promise an action packed chapter buuuuuuut, we are getting to the good stuff. At least for me lol I’ve been waiting to get here for months! Months! Anyway, enjoy. ❤️ This contains a time skip at the end! Nothing entirely major, but I need it.

MOOD MUSIC: Too good at goodbyes by Sam Smith (Foreshadowing…..maybe, these lyrics fit Balem do well. My lord.)

It was the early hours of the morning, the only sound in the Primary’s chambers that of his soft breathing and the ticking of the grand clock. The symbols along the device made little sense to you, but judging by the very faint glow of the moons outside you had to estimate it was still an ungodly hour. Not that it bothered you much. You had woken up not long ago, a bit nervous that somehow you’d find Balem gone…you supposed it was your fear of losing him again. He didn’t exactly have a lovely track record of gaining your favor for long. Instead, happily, you found him resting behind you. His arms hanging limply around you, as if he was hesitant to be so near all night, yet decided the comfort was too tempting to ignore.

“Balem?” You called after him, tilting your head back to find him soundly asleep. His hair was rather unkempt for once, strands falling messily over his eyes as he pressed his cheek into your back. You wondered if he was aware of his position before giving into rest, because you certainly would never expect a man like him to be cuddled into you like this. Although, you would not bother to wake him from his slumber. The softer side of you enjoyed his proximity.

You angled your head back, smiling at the very sight of the man. He looked so peaceful in rest, but you wondered if his dreams were even close to such a thing. You liked to believe he found solace in the night, but for a person in his world, finding serenity in anything was an unlikely privilege. Still, you only wished him the best, he deserved one sliver of happiness in his life. You wished that for him.

With a soft sigh, you turned back around, lending him the comfort of your body as he slept. He pressed his face deeper into your back, letting out a mumble that you couldn’t quite decipher. But, when no further movement came, you just relaxed into his arms and settled yourself with eyeing the rings upon his hands.

Your fingers gently played with his jewelry, turning the gold trinket around his finger and admiring the small yet fascinating details of it. Gold lines twisted down the surface of it, curving just enough to create a sharp edge that gave the design an intimidating look. You didn’t know if that detail was meant to be taken so seriously, but you admired the approach if it was.

As you traced along the design he stirred in his slumber, though you didn’t pay it any mind. You continued your path down his palm, curving along the lines in it. It was a peaceful practice, and the calm of the early morning only made you long for life to stay this way. Putting aside all your flaws and his, all the minute details of your relationship. In this moment, they didn’t matter, because the very backbone of your feelings was simply this. Being able to love him, and finding joy in his presence.

“What are you doing?” His fingers interlaced with yours, his question a whisper as he brought his chin to rest upon your shoulder. He still appeared somewhat tired, his eyes half lidded as he noted how easily your hand fit within his. It only made him hold it tighter, his lips descending on the curve of your shoulder as he spoke. “Why are you awake? It’s late.”

You hummed happily, closing your eyes as he continued a lovely path of kisses up your neck. He stopped at your jawline, brushing the hair that fell around it away with his nose. He wasn’t willing to let you out of his embrace yet, and when you attempted to turn around and fully face him, he held you back into him instead.

“No, little bird…” He cooed, leaving a saccharine kiss on your temple. “Don’t move, I enjoy this.” It was a simple statement, but the fact that Balem actually preferred holding you was enough to make your heart nearly flutter out of your chest. There was a devotion weaved throughout his tone, and he solidified that emotion when he tilted your head to the side. Just enough to allow him the pleasure of kissing you on that perfect pout of yours.

You moaned into the kiss, finally able to maneuver in his hold and settle on your back. Balem used that to his advantage, shifting between your spread legs and relaxing into them. He never broke the kiss, enjoying the sensation far too much to do so. In his opinion, it was the best way to enjoy the morning. Having the woman he was fond of beneath him, nails dragging tantalizingly down his back and eliciting a deep groan from him. He truly did not wish to leave this room today, but as all things in his life, it was just another pleasure of his that was fleeting.

His chamber presence spoke up, alerting him to his splice of an advisor waiting at his door. He pulled away from you, looking back towards the entrance with a growing expression of annoyance. You would’ve giggled if not for the fact that you were equally aroused and frustrated by the interruption.

“I’m going to make him suffer for this.” Balem growled out, sighing as he prepared to bark back at the advisor for the untimely arrival. But, you just laughed at his irritation, turning his head back to look at you as you playfully scolded his remark.

“No, you won’t. He’s only doing his job.” You gave him a peck on the lips, throwing your arms around his neck as you laid further back into the bed and pulled him down with you. “Just ignore him.”

It was a request he was more than willing to listen to, and he smirked in anticipation, lowering himself on top of you before another alert broke that happy reverie.

“My lord,” His chamber presence started, this time more urgently than the last. “Your advisor has deemed this a message of urgency.”

The Primary was inches from your lips, a breath of frustration ghosting along your skin when he grumbled. You offered him an apologetic smile, disappointment clear on your features when he moved from you and sat back into the headboard of his bed. He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to tame the wild locks before anyone other than you saw him.

“Let him in.”

The doors slid open, a blush on your face when you scrambled to pull the sheets up. You gave Balem an incredulous look, one he just ignored as the splice entered the room. Mr. Night immediately coughed in discomfort, turning his head slightly away from seeing you two together. “My lord, pardon the interruption but-”

“This better be important, Mr. Night. I’m in no mood for trivial matters.” Balem dismissed, grabbing the pitcher of wine from his bedside table and pouring a glass.

“I’m afraid it is, Lord Balem. Your brother, Titus, has arrived.”

At the mention of the youngest Abrasax, you tugged the sheets down slightly, looking worriedly over at Balem. He seemed unbothered by the message, taking a casual sip of wine as he considered his options carefully. “He wishes to speak with me?”

“Yes, my lord. It sounded…grave, my lord.”

“Id expect nothing less.” Balem just brushed it off, looking towards the gates of Jupiter and seeing a large clipper descend into the atmosphere. You could see the anger in him rising, but he otherwise remained calm in his demeanor. “Escort him to the throne room, I’ll be there shortly.”

“Right away, my lord.” Mr. Night bowed, albeit reluctantly, he found no joy in Abrasax family reunions. They rarely ended well for anyone, and he felt that familiar fear of having to ease Balem back into a normal state of rage after their meeting.

As the splice exited the room, mumbling to himself you finally sat up, giving Balem a pointed look. You didn’t want him to go, for more than one reason, but even meeting Titus once was enough to make you have qualms about the meeting. “You shouldn’t go.”

The Primary laid his glass back on the table, staring over at you amused. He could tell you were concerned for him, and while that built a sense of pride within him, he chose to ignore such a sentiment. “And why is that?”

“I overheard you and Mr. Night. You told me to ignore it, and to stay out of it but is destroying your family really the only way to end all this?” It wasn’t your place still, but you only wished he’d stay out of harms way for good. All this back and forth of fighting wasn’t going to do anyone, especially the entirety of the universe, any good. That much you had grown to understand. When earth’s leaders fought, it only ever meant the suffering of the world. So for these men, practically gods, fighting was no doubt going to cause further damage. “Please just stop this.”

The Primary was pulling his clothes back on, opting to ignore your advice. Love or not, you were not aware of how far the hatred ran in his blood, and he was never willing to part with the more harsh aspects of his business. “I don’t believe you understand the politics behind this.” Balem flatly stated, pulling on his boots before glancing back at you on the bed. He sighed and cupped your cheek, giving you a half hearted smile as you only watched him with worry.

You placed your hand over his, lowering your cheek into his palm more as you held him. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t. But, they tried to kill you twice already-”

“More than that, actually.”

How he managed to remain so unbothered by those facts irked you, but you figured for someone who lived this way for centuries it was nothing to be disturbed by. That didn’t make it any less painful for you though. Seeing him bloody and nearly lifeless was hard enough, you couldn’t face that prospect again.

“Stop this, Balem.” You begged him, wanting this war between siblings to cease already. You adored him, but he was also apart of why none of them could live freely of such poisonous hate. “Don’t let Titus-”

“Enough.” Balem silenced you, pulling his hand away and sighing. He could not sit and explain every element of his relationship with his family to you. Any other being in this universe would never understand, but he did. And this war had been a long time coming. “Do not leave this room. Is that clear?”

You didn’t approve of being ordered around, but there was concern in the Primary’s eyes. Something you weren’t used to seeing, and as he stood up in all his elite glory, he bent down and kissed you sweetly upon the lips. A stark contrast from the severity of the conversation. You felt no other choice then, and with a soft nod you obeyed his command.

“Okay.”

The Primary reluctantly moved away from you, taking in your sullen look before heading towards his chamber doors. He wasn’t fond of leaving you behind, especially with Titus now on Jupiter. But, it was because of you, he decided to allow the bane of his existence on this alcazar.

“I’ll be back shortly, little bird.” He called back to you, stopping at the doorway for a second. He would’ve turned back, but he wasn’t sure he could handle those disapproving glances you were giving him. So he walked on, and headed to the throne room where his younger brother awaited him.

The entire way to the throne room Balem couldn’t bring himself to speak, his words now reserved solely for his younger brother. He could’ve screamed at his advisor or Greeghan for their constant bickering behind him, but he held his breath and let the anger simmer for a while longer. He knew his actions would bring about this reunion, but he was also anticipating some form of surrender on Titus’ behalf. If history was anything to judge by, that wasn’t going to be the likely outcome of this.

The doors rose for Balem, Greeghan letting out a soft growl as he stopped by the doorway and stood guard. Mr. Night, on the other hand, continued to follow his master to where Titus stood. The Third Primary was admiring the view of the refinery, a handful of fruit in his hand as he plucked at the berries belonging to his brother. Another symbol of his lack of respect and manners. Balem chose to let that go, and angrily brushed passed his little brother to take his rightful place on the throne. An easy power play for him to make.

“Brother.”

Titus smiled at the simple form of address directed towards him, a sigh leaving him as he turned to finally look upon Balem on the throne. “It’s been so long, dear Brother. How have you fared? Good, I hope.”

“I did not come here for your pleasantries, Titus.”

“No, of course you didn’t.”

The tension in the room grew thick, making Balem’s advisor shift uncomfortably on his feet. He was waiting for them both to go at each other’s throats, but for now they remained so rudely civil.

“Leave us.” Balem ordered, waving his hand towards the doors for his advisor and guard to leave. They reluctantly obeyed him, knowing if they stayed it would only sour the Primary’s mood further. Titus watched them go, giving the splice a charming smile that he knew was all too fake.

“I’m glad for the privacy.”

“Get to the point of this, Titus. I have more important things to do.”

“Always the direct one.” Titus mused, slowly walking over to the throne. He gritted his teeth at the sight before him, his flights of fancy taking over as he envisioned himself upon that throne. The pride and envy of the universe. “I merely came here to talk, perhaps settle the debt you owe me.”

Balem scoffed at that, resting his cheek on his hand as he looked his Brother over. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his throne, trying to keep the rage at bay. “Debt? And which debt is that? The one which you placed yourself in?”

For once, Titus lost his temper, displaying that anger that seemed so easily inherited within his family. “Those ships were rightfully mine!!! You destroyed them! Have you any idea what you’ve done?!”

“What I’ve done is taken away the useless things you spent your inheritance on. This is why mother chose me to take over. She knew you would just smear our family’s name into the ground and bring shame upon us.” He spat back, leaning forward in his seat with every venom laced word he spoke. “Any ill will that has befallen you, Brother…is of your own doing.”

“The only reason you sit on that throne is because you were born first. Mother hated us all, admit it…she only chose you because you were older. Nothing more.” He knew the sensitive topics to cover in order to get a rise from Balem. The older Abrasax sibling always sought his mother’s love, as any child would from a parent. There was even a time Kalique and him tried desperately to win her affections, but unlike most parents she simply ignored them. Whatever time she had, she doted on Balem. If only to raise him for business related matters. Always the conditional type, his mother.

Balem scoffed, knowing what Titus was attempting to do. Unfortunately, he would fail today. “Say whatever you wish, at the end of the day, I sit up here and you grovel at my feet like the lowly being you are. And the only reason you’re here today, is because I’ve chosen not to kill you.”

Titus found humor in that threat, a chuckle leaving him as he continued ranting on about the unfairness of his life. “You can easily send your guard in, have him rip my head from my shoulders just as easily as he did to Cygnus.”

“I assure you, Titus. If you are to die, it will be at my hands. I won’t send some inadequate assassin to do it for me…” He watched his brother’s expressions carefully, noting the way Titus narrowed his eyes at the remark. It was painfully obvious Balem knew the source of his last run in with death, and he wanted Titus to be very aware of this fact. “What do you want?” His words became pointed, the fury slowly rolling in waves from his body. The madness he was so prone to rushed to him, and if Titus stood silently any longer he’d end up giving in.

“Revenge, payback, retribution…there’s so many words for it, I suppose.” Titus smiled, clasping his hands behind his back as he addressed Balem. “You took something from me, and I’m here to do the same to you.”

That was a threat that certainly captured the First Primary’s attention, and he held his wits about him for now, while he deciphered what his brother meant.

“I learned something very interesting recently.” He pulled a tablet from his black coat, tapping on messages he had been receiving from a certain business associate. One who was as close to loyal to Kalique and Titus as it got in this endless world of backstabbing and treason. “There appears to be something, or I should say someone, who has proven to be quite the distraction for you, Brother.”

Balem’s lip twitched in ferocity, his eyes growing dark as Titus continued to bait him with the one thing he admired above all else now. For your sake, he did his best to keep that emotion hidden. “And what would that be?” He seethed, trying to maintain his collected facade.

“It seems Cygnus proved rather useful before you decapitated the poor man. By the way, I don’t appreciate receiving heads in packages…” He continued to tap on the tablet, finally coming upon the correspondence he had with Balem’s councilman. He read each word carefully, a smile on his face as he watched Balem grip the arms of his throne in anger. “Titus, I have some news that you may find useful in your vendetta against your brother. It would appear he’s grown slack in his rule, opting to spend more time in the arms of an earthling whore than running our business.” Titus pulled the tablet down, raising his eyebrow curiously at his brother as he paced around the room. “Earthling whore…Cygnus never had a way with words, I’m afraid. However, I am curious, Balem. Would this earthling whore happen to be that lovely woman you brought to Kalique’s ball? I would’ve never guessed she’d be your type. I mean, she is quite stunning, but seems rather emotional. Most earthlings are, it’s not your fault.”

Balem tried to seem apathetic to the notion of loving you, because he felt the impending doom of your fate now that Titus became privy to certain knowledge. He would not have you placed in harms way, because he wasn’t capable of living with the thought of losing you again. “She means nothing to me.” He lied, looking directly into Titus’ eyes to drive that point in. But, it would take more convincing to get the third sibling to stand down from this topic.

“Oh? It was my understanding she never leaves your side. You even spend quite a bit on her. Just like mother, always showering the ones you feel even a semblance of care for with gifts and the finest of jewelry. Tell me…how is she? Perhaps, when you’re done with her I-”

“Do not speak of her!” The Primary roared out, rising quickly from his throne and staring down the unfortunate man he called a brother. His anger was so palpable, even Titus took a step back. But, that reaction was exactly what he was after, and he allowed himself a smirk in this moment of triumph.

“Oh my, such passion.” He teased, holding a hand over his heart in a further move to mock Balem. “My dear Brother, in love. Isn’t that a precious-”

“Enough!” Balem had grown weary of this meeting, his thoughts now fixated on the well being of you. He had placed guards outside of his room in the event of any attack, but he felt Titus had other ideas now. His only misjudgment, was not having killed Cygnus long ago. “If your anger stems from losing your precious ships, perhaps you should’ve protected them better.”

Titus had a multitude of reasons he wished Balem gone, but he wasn’t going to waste his time explaining any longer. He found the source of Balem’s weakness, and he was determined to exploit it. “And perhaps you should protect that which is dearest to you.”

Balem wanted to throttle him, make him cry out for mercy for all the risks he posed to you. But, he feared that might be too late now. In his rage, he rushed down the steps of his throne and gripped Titus harshly by the collar of his shirt. His jaw tightened in his fit of outrage, fingers curling around his younger brother’s neck. It wasn’t a smart move, but he would not have someone like Titus speak ill of you, or threaten your life right in front of him. “If you so much as speak of her again,” he leaned forward, making sure Titus felt the wave of his fury with every threat. “I will destroy everything you hold dear, until there’s nothing left and you beg me to end this miserable existence of yours.” He pushed Titus away, the younger Abrasax hitting the window as Balem sneered and turned away. He called for his guards, a lot of them rushing in to retrieve Titus and throw him from this planet for the last time. But, Balem had already sealed his fate, the minute he reacted to the very painful thought of losing you. It was exactly what Titus wanted, and he was more than willing to leave Jupiter for a short time now. Because, everything was beginning to fall perfectly in place for him. He shrugged off the guards, holding a hand up as he escorted himself from the room and went to the docking area where he would take his leave.

***Titus’ Clipper***

“They told me you were here…I must admit,” Titus kicked his boots up on the table, leaning into his chair as he kept his eyes upon the earth. He found beauty in the vast swirls of clouds in the atmosphere, the blue and earthy tones only enhancing his desire to take it for his own. “I was surprised. Seeing as how you so adamantly protested my decisions.” He dropped his arm over the chair, face set into an expression of amusement. Kalique could very well beg him, and he’d probably humor her for it. But, he sensed his sister had something interesting to say. After all, she wouldn’t waste her time with apologies. “I assume you’re not here to beg my forgiveness?”

“Don’t be so childish.” Kalique scoffed at his words, rolling her eyes and holding the edge of her dress as she walked towards the table. She dropped the sheaves on it, gaining her younger brother’s attention. “I made it perfectly clear to you. Balem would stop at nothing if you did anything reckless.”

Titus traced the rim of his wine glass, staring back at his sister with disdain as she scolded him. She could berate all she wished, but the truth was he had gotten far closer to eliminating Balem than she ever had. “Perhaps it was reckless of me, but I brought him to his knees if only for a brief, wonderful moment.” Just saying it brought a smile to his face, knowing that Balem had felt weakness in his death throes. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last, and they’d both find themselves open to retribution from the first primary.

“Except he isn’t dead, Titus.” Kalique drilled that knowledge into his head, even if he knew it already. Titus was a boy still in his thinking, and she needed him to see the bigger picture. She took a seat at the table, opening up the sheave and running through her mother’s will once more. “However, I may have something to remedy that.”

“As do I.” Titus spoke, turning in his seat and leaning over towards his sister. He held excitement in his eyes, a devilish grin erupting on his lips when he thought back to Balem’s precious little play thing. He never believed his heartless older brother could love, and now here he found himself, so happy with that strange turn of events. If only for the fact that it gave him one more chance to tear him down from that Abrasax throne. “The girl.”

“Girl?” The Second Primary raised her brow in wonder, fearing Titus had formed another plan that would only be counterproductive to their goals. What she found amidst her mother’s words was entirely different, and if she could use Titus to spin that stipulation to their favor, she would. “What girl?”

Titus curled his lip into a smirk, laying his glass upon the table and chuckling as he thought back on that particular beauty. Balem chose well, but he must’ve been aware it couldn’t last long. Nor would he find any form of happiness with that earthling. Even through the First Primary’s anger, nothing would stop Titus from using her to his benefit. “Do you remember your party? That woman he so proudly kept on his arm?”

Kalique nodded, still unsure of where her brother intended to take this conversation.

“Well,” Titus smiled, confidently displaying his assumptions of Balem’s relationship. “Turns out, our dear Balem is in love.”

Kalique nearly laughed at the idea, a disbelieving look on her fair features. Of all the ridiculous comments to make, she wondered why her brother would say such a thing. Balem was never going to care for anyone else, even the three siblings held disdain for one another. Their family was never going to find joy in the arms of anyone but their individual selves. It was only another reason she never saw fit to marry. “Don’t be so foolish, Titus. Now is not the time for gossip-”

“Oh, but it’s not, Kalique.” He leaned over the table, hands lacing together as he smiled knowingly. “You should’ve seen his face…the very minute I threatened her life, oh…I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry before. Nearly killed me right then.” Despite the dark nature of his words, the youngest son just laughed off Balem’s rage as if it was nothing. To him, dealing with his older brother was just an everyday occurrence now.

“You’re lying…” Kalique couldn’t possibly believe such a thing, but the way Titus spoke…it made her reconsider her plan. At least some part of it, because with this knowledge it would only be easier to bring Balem down.

“Fortunately for us, I am not.”

She looked Titus over for any sign of treachery, but he held a truth to his eyes and smile. One she found herself slowly believing. “Then that changes some things.”

“Like?”

“Here.” She slid the sheave over to Titus, pointing at one paragraph below the inheritance distribution. It laid out the basic terms of Seraphi’s estate, mainly naming Balem as sole heir to most. It left very little to Titus or Kalique, but the further down Titus read, he came upon one part that could change everything forever.

“Is this real?”

“Of course. I had my advisor retrieve it for me, hoping there’d be some information I may have missed the first time. Upon our mother’s death, Balem had everything transferred right away. I don’t believe the commonwealth ministry even attempted to deny Balem’s words. They simply awarded him everything, and never questioned it again. I don’t even think he knows of it.”

“Well then,” Titus read it over and over again, each time finding more joy in the words. If Balem was unaware of it, then he’d be an open target. And so would his lovely bed mate. “I was planning on taking her. To watch him crawl to his knees and beg for her back. I suppose I would even let her live if she was interesting enough…but, this?” Titus ran his finger over the sheave, as if he was admiring the beauty of his future life. “This is even better.”

A wicked smile formed on Kalique’s pretty lips, her eyes glinting over with the endless possibilities now before them. For once, she finally felt this plan would work. “It’ll break his heart. And it’s like mother always said-”

Titus cut her off, thinking of how crestfallen his late mother was when their father left. “Nothing hurts more than that of a broken heart.”

A/N: I love my scheming little Abrasax siblings. Bunch of crazies. What do they have planned? 🤔

Here you go, anon. Me, and my old lady face 👵🏻

Beautiful as ever sin!

Because if this were an actual book it WOULD be a best seller! 

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I’m dying. Lol 😂 That book review tho~

I love whenever you make me things!!! I can only imagine what would happen if this got published. Hahaha

oh my god this is gold

I AM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO BURST OUT LAUGHING AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING

I am freezing

Help

*hides behind Balem*

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