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Time

Summary: Your love language is quality time. However, your husband is the King of Mirkwood.

A/N: I was supposed to write a Mycroft Holmes/Female Reader. However, this idea popped up and went brr in my head and then my fingers. I needed to finish it before it went so here it goes my first for this pairing I hope you enjoy! (And good night for me because it’s 4AM also not proofread)

Pairing: Thranduil x Female Elf Reader

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“What was it, meleth nín?” Thranduil asked, “I apologize our time is to be cut short again,”

It was the nth time someone interrupted your strolls to whisk him away for a matter of utmost significance and to be honest, you were tired of it.

Trying so desperately to take time between the day to see him. To get a moment of his time.

He was a King.

A title that holds responsibilities he could not neglect. You know that. However, you didn’t expect to be pushed aside.

“It’s nothing,” you fake a smile, “You should go they need you,”

But I need you too.

You didn’t try after that.

Your handmaiden noticed your melancholy days after the incident. It was like he didn’t notice you were gone.

Yes, you did eat together most of the time. However, you didn’t pop by his office during your free time. You didn’t leave snacks anymore for him to munch on when he forgets to eat. You didn’t propose to walk so you could both stretch your legs. You didn’t wait for him to go to bed.

Contrary to your belief, your husband did notice your absence.

His days were often tedious and tiring. Your short visits were always something he looked forward to. The bright spot to his days so when palace staff gossip came through his ears…

“The Queen seems pale. Is she ill?” a soft feminine voice asked in concern,

“Oh, why would she be ill?” a different voice, an ellon this time, “Maybe she’s expecting a child!”

“She could be ill because of the child.” the elleth remarks, as another joins in the conversation,

“The Queen is not expecting I would know.”your handmaiden divulged as much, No, she seems dejected.”

“The King has been busy…”

Her words echoed in his mind because it was true. His thoughts wandered to those moments your times were constantly interrupted and the day you last visited.

Oh.

“Where is the Queen?” he asks your handmaiden, who exited the study, a book on hand for you.

“At the gardens, My Lord,” she simply answered.

“That’s for her?” he gestured to the book, she nods meekly, “I’ll take it to her. Go tend to your other duties,”

Your handmaiden scurries off in fear and intimidation to go prepare your clothes for the evening. On the other hand, your husband quickly makes his way to the gardens where he couldn’t see you.

“By Valar,” he mumbles frustratedly, walking through the foliage, “Where are you?”

Your soft sniffles give you away.

Between two trees, there was a hammock tied on to their sturdy barks. On the hammock, beneath a thick blanket, you hug his pillow as your tears fell down your cheeks.

From outside your cocoon, the grass crackle as slow footsteps approach your hideout.

Your book finally.

“Did you find that book I asked for?”

“I did,”

A different voice answered. One you haven’t heard from in what seemed like days. His voice.

“Meleth nín,” he breathed out, “Please do not hide from me,”

“I’m hardly presentable,” you sniffed, wiping your tears away, as the hammock tilts a bit on one side, “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting of sorts?”

“No,” he frowns, sitting on the edge of the fabric, the book left on by his side, “I don’t care if you’re presentable or not. I’m not the kingdom,”

Slowly, you emerge from your shell to be greeted by his silver eyes, dull in color much like your own has been these past couple of weeks.

“Oh, meleth,”

There were dark shadows beneath your eyes. Your cheeks were stained with dry tears and nose flush from mucus buildup. His heart twisted beneath his chest at the sight of you.

What has he done?

“Oh, meleth nín,” he said, taking you in his arms for a warm embrace you missed, “I’m sorry. I am a fool,”

He hated being the cause of your tears.

“You were,” your voice cracked, as you tuck yourself beneath his chin savoring his presence, “I missed you so much,”

“I missed you too,” he kisses your forehead, and pulls you closer, “I’m sorry that I didn’t reach out, didn’t make the time, made you cry, made you feel like this…”

Your tears fall once again down your cheeks to his robes. He noticed. He noticed your absence after all.

“You are my starlight, my reason to go on,” he softly declared, “I promise I’ll try to do better,”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what I needed” you quietly admit, “I thought I’d be bother you already do so much,”

“You are never a bother,” he adamantly says, glancing down to see you also looking at him, “You are always welcome to whisk me away from the duties of court. I’d rather you than them.”

“Their needs are much more important than mine,” you say.

“But your needs are the most important to me,” his words caused your heart to flutter in the most endearing ways. “You are the most important to me. You do not need to vie for my time or attention. You will always have it. Though, I may not notice it at times you should not hesitate to tell me.”

“If so, can we just stay like this?” you breathed out tiredly against his chest, your ear to his heart beating soundly beneath, “I just… need you,”

“We can,” he gently kisses your forehead, as your eyelids droop down, “It would be a pleasure,”

“Thranduil,” you softly whisper, as he places his forgotten pillow beneath your heads, “Gi melin,”

“Gi melin, meleth nín,” his fingers tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear as you settled on his chest, “Sleep. I will be here when you wake,”

It wasn’t long until you did.

Your breaths soft and even as Thranduil gently places the book on the ground so neither of you gets stabbed by its’ edges. He pulls you the closest he could, you unconsciously grasp tight.

Just the way you both liked it.

He lays there quietly observing the heavens, where scattered white clouds and birds of the realm adorned the blue skies, wondering how he was so lucky to have fallen for a second time to you.

He didn’t know what time it was and frankly, he didn’t care when his eyes slowly surrendered to the thrall of slumber joining you in blissful rest for the afternoon.

He would do better. He was going to do better. For you.

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First Kiss

Part of the 2021 Cocoa Kiss Collection

Pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: You and Thranduil have been friends since childhood. After his wife was murdered, you agreed to marry him to help raise Legolas and rule the kingdom by his side. For years you have lived separate lives, appearing together only when necessary. But when the conflict with Thorin brings you and Thranduil out to the men’s camp, you realize that your feelings for him may go beyond friendship and duty… 

Warning: Description of intense kissing, talk of sharing a bed. Mention of bruises.

     You turned around when Thranduil entered the tent and halted, the surprise on his face evident. “You’re…in my tent.” He stated, the words hesitant. 

     “I apologize, my lord. The men, they do not know of our…situation.” You reached for the coat and belt you had just thrown aside. “I will see if I can sleep among the women and children, it will be no inconvenience.” 

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hi! can i request a fic where the reader is a friend of legolas and was also a friend of thranduil. and thranduil always gets jealous when legolas and reader were together and he likes the reader but never shows it but instead he's always mean to her and pushes her away? it's up to you if you want to end it with fluff or angst.

Jealousy

Thranduil x reader

Angst to fluff

I don't know if this turned out good or not but I hope you like this. I was having a hard time writing these days. Lolol

You were nothing to the elven king, Thranduil, but a pain in the ass, a wrinkle in his life and a storm to his calm sea. No matter how much you tried smoothing out the wrinkle that you've created, calming the storm that you've brewed, the king doesn't seem to bother to lessen the insurmountable hatred he holds for you.

The reason behind his demeanour remained unknown, though the way he always regards you with much resentment was prominent to everyone and your efforts to be likeable to him were fruitless.

But there was a small seed of an idea that was growing in you; the idea that the reason why the king hates you so must have been the friendship you have with his son, Legolas, and each day that you've spent being with Legolas, the seed grew into life until it conquered your entire sense like ivy to a stone wall. But before you formed a friendship with the prince, you were friends first with his father, but the friendship you had with him all went down in flames as he buried himself in his kingly duties until the traces of your past were forgotten and couldn't be trace any more.

You were fine back then, best of friends and were always seen together hanging out when he was just a prince, but when he was crowned as a king and was forced to marry, both of you drifted apart until you were nothing but a history to each other.

You returned to your duty as a guard and were once a trainer for Legolas. Your life became better but it doesn't mean it didn't feel like you're not missing something. Of course, you were missing something but for some reason, you didn't know why the two of you were no longer in each other's lives. It just happened.

But right now, it was different than some days when you're out patrolling with King and his most trusted guards, sitting on the floor of the forest with your left arm leaking with crimson red blood that painted almost your entire clothing, the frown that the king always wears whenever he's in your presence vanished into thin air, the look of utter hatred was replaced with a rather concerning look that concerned you too.

Why is he, all of a sudden, acting as if he cared? Cared for you?

He was wrapping your arm with a cloth, the pain seemed to be nonexistent as you were in a state of confusion. Was he touching you? Wrapping your wound in a cloth he took from the fabric of his cape?

This feels like a dream, but what you're currently feeling right now on your left arm proves that you are not dreaming.

“This might hurt,” his deep voice pulled you out of the haze, your eyes almost immediately landed on his face, your brows furrowing as he tied the material tightly around your arm.

Words you wanted to tell him went flying in your mind; you wanted to ask him things that only he could answer and so ask him you did.

“Why are you tending to my injury? Do you not hate me so?” Your questions came out all of the sudden, the words spilling before you could even stop them and there was silence.

“Why do you act as if you care so suddenly?” You whimpered as Thranduil tied yet another tight knot around your arm. His shoulders tensed because of your question and once again, his brows furrowed and his frown took place on his face.

The guards, who were also around, who were also watching the rare interaction between you and the king, were silent, none even dared to move a muscle and the rustle of leaves from the wind only made the situation more awkward.

“I would love to answer your questions without an audience,” he deeply said and on cue, the guards left you alone on the forest floor near the kingdom which was safe enough for the both of you to be alone together.

“I do not hate you,” he began.

“But I will not try to deny,” he paused as he looks at you, “that I despise the idea of you with my son.” And so your suspicions were right, that the root of the great elven king's hatred for you grew because of your friendship with his son, Legolas.

“You need only to ask to stay away from your son, my Lord, and I will not hesitate to do so,” your voice was firm and strong, though deep inside, you were hurting. You will never find it in you to stay away from your best friend and if you ever did, it would take millennia.

“That is not what I wish to happen. I could not and will never take the happiness of someone for selfish reasons.”

“Whatever do you mean by that?” You asked, your voice raising higher in octaves as you felt the frustration coursing through you.

“I hold a deep admiration for you, Y/N, however, I do not wish to come in between you and my son.” That was the reason you never expected to hear from him. How could he adore you and push you away at the same time? It didn't make sense. None of it makes sense.

“No, you're lying. You can not adore me and hate me at the same time, my king.” You stood up, your uninjured hand began dusting off your clothes. “That's just absurd. You've spent your days pushing me away and completely neglecting my existence. How could you say you adore me?”

“I once believed you would despise me after I was set up to marry someone, that is why I pushed you away and act as if you were the most despicable thing in this world.” Thranduil stood with his arms awkwardly falling on his sides and at that moment, he felt as though he was no king. He was just Thranduil. Someone who's trying to declare their feelings and redeem themselves.

“I thought I would be able to manipulate my feelings and grow to hate you but it was the opposite. And it pained me every time I see you with someone who is not me.” He said, sounding almost desperate and it took everything in him to not touch and reach for you, to hold your hand as he said those words you never once thought he would say.

Thranduil paused and took a step closer to you, but there was still a space between the two of you because the last thing that he wants is to make you feel uncomfortable, and after a short stretch of silence, he spoke, almost a whisper but loud enough for you to hear and understand. “I may have weakly declared my feelings, but do believe that my feelings are much stronger than the way I made them known to you.”

“And apologies, if my actions wounded you so. ” There was silence again and you were with your own thoughts as you tried to reflect on what you had heard.

Could he be telling the truth, that he had adored you for so long? But Thranduil is not the type of person who would lie to you, he was all but a liar and it was one of the reasons why you were once friends.

“I was just upset over the fact that you ignored me for years.” No matter how much you wanted to hate him for how he treated you, you couldn't. Not when the beat of your heart says otherwise, not when the flutters in your stomach only grew strong as you processed his words.

Minutes passed and another wind came rushing by, and you broke the silence that was eating the both of you. “It is not for selfish reasons, your lordship, and I am pleased to inform you that you're wrong. Legolas is nothing to me but a friend and I do not hate you so.”

He could not believe what he had heard. He felt as though the sun had unbelievably shone in the middle of a storm. He felt as though everything that was weighing upon his shoulders has been lifted and he smiled, a genuine one.

“If you would allow me. It would be my pleasure to make up for all of the years I've treated you badly.”

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honorifics | thranduil x f!reader

synopsis: you have been serving in mirkwood as a chef for a week, having never seen the king yet. you meet him at some point and speak to him without titles or respect, without knowing he's the king. he ends up finding you very amusing.

warnings: none!!

word count: 1084

a/n: first one!! i had so much fun writing this; heavily based on a prompt by @imaginexhobbit

your tongue peaked through your lips, as you squinted in concentration. you lightly dropped the strawberry right in the middle of the cupcake, and you sighed in relief, thanking valar that you had a steady hand when it came to baking.

you straightened up and admired your handiwork. you thought that you had done a very good job on all the sweet goods that you had baked. certainly, your talent was what had gotten you a steady job within the palace kitchens at mirkwood, and you could not silently thank your late mother enough for teaching you her skills when you were younger.

you heard hurried footsteps run into the kitchens, and you turned around, seeing the head chef. "y/n! the king will be here shortly to inspect all of the food for the ball. is everything ready?"

your eyes widened as you wiped your baked-stained hands on your apron. "yes, everything is more or less ready. i just need to tidy everything up."

"alright then," she said, straightening her robes. "i need to get a few things, and unfortunately, i won't be back soon. i expect you to make sure everything is in order when the king arrives. understood?"

you nodded and turned back around, about to start your tidying, when a sudden thought occurred to you. "wait, but what-" you turned around, only to see the chef gone. "does he look like..." you trailed off uncertainly.

"it's okay," you mumbled to yourself, trying to calm down your erratically beating heart. "it's fine. i mean, how hard can it be to recognize the elvenking? extravagant crown, lavish robes..."

you continued to mutter to yourself as you took one of each of the sweet treats you had made and put them aside for the king to try. a few minutes later, you were standing at the sink, washing the dirty dishes while humming quietly, when you heard a voice from behind you.

"exquisite. who made these?"

you whirled around to see a tall elf with silver hair and plain robes, holding one of your cupcakes, which was now half-eaten. no doubt he was another servant, not unlike yourself. you were so engrossed in the dishes and the tune you were humming, that you hadn't even heard him come in!

and he was eating from the king's plate!

you turned the tap off quickly and dried your hands on your apron, before stalking over to him and grabbing the plate of cupcakes away from him. "you can't eat that!"

the elf raised an eyebrow at you, a stony expression on his face. "and why not, might i ask?"

"because they're for the king! so i'd appreciate it if you don't eat what isn't yours," you said, setting the plate down on another counter and rearranging the desserts so that it wouldn't seem like one had gone missing.

"for the king?" he asked, suddenly sounding very amused. you glared at him, unable to notice his stature or the way he stood. imposing. graceful. his head held high and his hands clasped behind his back.

"yes, for the king. and what are you finding so funny?" you huffed, not appreciating his carefree attitude. you were so annoyed that you didn't notice him walking closer toward you. "i need to know what his majesty thinks of them. they're certainly not to be touched by your grubby little paws."

another flash of amusement glinted in his... sparkling... enrapturing... blue eyes. you gulped as you realized that he had moved closer to you, and you suddenly noticed how stunning he was, even while wearing the plainest robes. "and what if i told you what i think of them?"

you stuttered slightly, the beauty of the elf before you embedding itself into your brain. "a-and why would i care what you think?"

he smirked, and a bad feeling settled into the pit of your stomach. your heart raced, and your mind scrambled to discern why.

all of a sudden, it hit you.

your eyes widened in disbelief, and you prayed to whoever was out there, that the elf standing in front of you isn't who you think it is.

the elf noticed the flash of recognition in your eyes, and his smirk widened, as he bent down to meet your now wandering eyes. he admired the heavy blush of embarrassment on your face, reveling in it.

"so, have you finally figured it out?"

you gulped and cursed yourself for being so dim-witted. "y-you're the king...?"

he smiled in satisfaction and turned his head to whisper in your ear. "yes. i am your king," he purred.

you felt shivers roll down your spine at his honey-like voice, and you hung your head in shame. "forgive me, my lord. i did not mean to speak to you like that. i did not know."

he lifted your chin with two fingers and stared into your eyes, his own glinting in the light. "well, as your treats are so delicious, i guess i can forgive you..."

you felt relief flood through you. you didn't know that the king was this lenient, after hearing tales of his cold demeanor travel through the kitchen servants. perhaps they were just being a bit dramatic. well, you hoped...

king thranduil straightened again and dropped his fingers from your chin. "on one condition."

"anything, my lord," you said, eager to make up for the way you spoke to him. you would never forgive yourself for it.

he tucked a piece of stray hair that had fallen in front of your eyes behind your ear. butterflies erupted in your tummy at the small gesture.

but this was the king. there was no reason for him to act like this toward you.

so... forgiving.

you began to feel uneasy.

"on the condition that... you accompany me on a walk in the grounds this evening."

any feeling of uneasiness dissipated, instead being replaced with pure confusion.

what?

was king thranduil, the elvenking, asking you on a... date?

there was no way.

"s-sorry?" you said, eyebrows furrowed.

"you heard me," said the elvenking, before turning around and walking to the door. "i expect to meet you outside at seven."

he paused in the doorway.

"don't be late."

he left, and you stood there, shock encasing you like a warm blanket.

you had basically just insulted king thranduil, and he had asked you out on a date instead of throwing you in the dungeons.

you definitely found this weird. very weird.

but, it's thranduil we're talking about here. who wouldn't want to grab an opportunity like this? to go on a date with this gorgeous king?

it might just be the start of something new.

"count me in."

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Those Who Wander (Ancient Magus’ Bride)

Rating: Mature Fandom: 魔法使いの嫁 | Mahou Tsukai no Yome | The Ancient Magus Bride Relationships: Elias Ainsworth x Hatori Chise Characters: Hatori Chise, Ruth, Silver Lady, Elias Ainsworth Additional Tags: NSFW, Masturbation, Underage Masturbation, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Awkward Sexual Situations, Sexual Tension, Relationship Discussions Words: 3866

Elias goes looking for Chise after she insists she needs time alone for herself. He stumbles upon something that stirs up new feelings. Please leave feedback.

It was a fairly warm autumn afternoon. Elias sat in his study with the windows open, letting the natural light and breeze wash over the room, going over the notes of Chise’s last lesson. Her handwriting was improving; when she first came, she spoke English well but wasn’t as good at reading or writing it. Her first few written assignments were illegible, but her practice was paying off.

She still had an annoying habit of writing private notes to herself in Japanese kanji. He was just going to have to learn Japanese at some point. One such note caught his attention, as there was an arrow pointing from it to a paragraph about lake sprites and a question mark beside it.

Sighing, he rose from his chair, intent on asking her what about the subject matter was confusing her so he could help. She wasn’t in her bedroom, or his bedroom, or the sitting room, or the kitchen, or the garden.

“Silver?” Elias called. Silver came walking out of the kitchen, scrubbing her hands on a washcloth. “Did Chise go somewhere?”

The Silky nodded and handed him a note from her pocket.

       Elias,

Ruth and I are going for a short walk. We aren’t going far. We’ll be back before dinner. Love you.

                          Chise

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OTOME CD DRAMA R18 【Translation】 Misshitsu Triangle 2 ～Campus～ (密室トライアングル2 ~キャンパス)

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Little Brother | JJK

"Jungkook had always been an affectionate brother, used to be very close to me, giving me hugs or kisses whenever is possible. But, for some reason, I never got used to all the exaggerated displays of affection from my little brother, simply because, Jungkook, must of the times, was way too much!"

| “The Seven Clichés” Sequel 01/07 |

♥ pairing: younger!jungkook x noona!reader

♥ genre: Romance, Fluffy

♥ contains: the bigest spoiled and cutest little bro you could imagine, and be careful: that could be too much sugar and caramel for you to handle, and maybe a spicy chocolate too

♥ words: 2k

a/n: I didn’t really plan to publish this sequel here, but i’ll try anyways. This is the first one and... I hope you all enjoy, please, excuse my english and let me know any potential mistake. 

The mattress was so soft, and the sheets that covered me so comfortable, that if it wasn't for the weight that had suddenly fallen on me, I probably wouldn't have gotten out of bed before noon on a Saturday morning.

I hear the rustle of the curtains opening and I felt the light beating directly against my eyes, that beinging uncomfortable enough to open them. I would be annoyed at anyone whose disturb my sleep at no matter what time of the morning was, if I hadn’t encountered a smile as lively as Jeongguk's as soon as my vision was no longer as just a blur. He was the one who woke me up pretty much every time I came to visit the city  on weekends, but, I would never get used to being awakened in this way, especially since Jeongguk was a very affectionate boy - and I, for some unfortunately reason, am not the type of person comfortable with as much demonstration of physical affection as Jeongguk usually offers me.

It must be something natural among siblings, I am aware of this, however, even though we are sibling, sometimes I felt something close to discomfort when gguk gave me caresses touches - holding my waist inadvertently, stroking his fingers over my neck, passing the back of his hands on my face, and, without mention the fact that I almost hyperventilates when he begins to distribute kisses. Not that I think this is necessarily bad, but, as my brother knows how inept I am about his habit, it's pretty obvious that his insistence on doing so it's to teaser me. Probably for that reason, he was pretty successful at wake me up, 'cause it was just a few things that make me more startled than a six feet tall muscle man scrambling over me.

" Don't even start with a 'more five minutes' story, 'cause you won't fool me again." He spoke with a smile on his face, showing that he wouldn't come off of me so easily. " You haven't come to visit us for weeks! Don't even think I'll set you free anytime soon... Even now, that we have all day just for us."

" Hm?" I concentrate on pushing the blankets aside and force my arms a little to push Jeongguk off the bed until he stands up. "And where are our parents going?"

" So ..." He spoke as he helped me fettle the bed as soon as I got up. "You spent so much time without giving notice of visit that Mom and Dad decided to schedule a trip to the capital, - that, by the way, they leave in an hour, but don't worry, I told them that I would stay at home to not leave you all alone, of course. "He said as he was taking one of my cheeks and squeezing it lightly, as if he was talking to a child, even though I was the oldest of us.

I took his hand away without bothering to complain, as I became more worried about made gguk, because of my sudden visit, to give up about the trip he would had with our parents.

"Sorry," I said as I folded one of the blankets on the bed, and knowing how much he enjoyed traveling, I was afraid he might be upset because of me.

"Oh, don't worry about it." He smacked my shoulder, beening mockery. "No big deal, and, how long have we had time just for us? Like, since you started college? And look, it's been more than two years since you graduated. "

I knew that kind of tone, Jeongguk might have a smile on his face, but I still could see how annoyed he was about any subject related to my leaving. Because when I moved, gguk was at the time the main creator of arguments against my leaving. I feel bad for remembering how hurt he seems to be when I had to say goodbye to him.

"Or, are you just pretending to get one more excuse to have one-a-one with me?" It would be best to flinch, before the conversation gets too melancholic, like every time Jeongguk starts talking about it. "Don't think I'll make easy for you just because you got some muscles, and don't even try to flatter me to let you win like the last time!" I threw some pillow toward his face and ran out of the room before he attacked. "Better I go say goodbye to our mother before she comes up here complaining about it." I turned my face in time to see a cushion being thrown against the side of the door.

It was almost evening when we got to rest. The day could be resume as: helping our parents with the luggage, because, of course, that wouldn't be our mother if she didn't decide to pack more suitcases, with things that she said to be extremely necessary, right on time to go the trip. It had taken practically the whole morning for mother to be satisfied again, but it took a few more hours for us to get new tickets for them.

When we returned home, Jeongguk and I decided that in the afternoon we would go play a basketball game that I ended up inciting this morning. I won't admit it out loud, but, those muscles really helped gguk with the match this afternoon. If it weren't for his improvement in the play, I would say that it was his suggesting movements he did over me that made me distracted more often. I really don't remember him being that good since the last time we played. The time I was away was long enough that I didn't notice the gradation of his progress. Moreover, all his resourcefulness in the game had a tremendous result: result of having me almost dead of exhaustion at the end of the game.

When I get in the living room I just sprawled on the couch - in the most comfortable position I could find so far - and I don't plan to leave here until I can breathe normally again. And, as I checked how sweaty my bra was, I saw gguk coming out of the kitchen and coming toward the sofa, holding out a bottle of water.

"What did you think of the game this time?" He asked as he suspended my legs to sit on the corner of the couch, then lay them on his lap.

"This time you broke me up," I replied with a blowing smile after taking a sip of water. "I even think you'll have to carry me into the bedroom," I teased. "I haven't been practicing for a long time, so I'm just a frazzle right now, but next time, I won't make it that easy for you."

"What a bad loser." He spoke and then I noticed gguk running his hands lightly on my legs, I couldn't help but feeling my muscles a little tense in consequence, until I felt the subtle massage on them. "You always say that when you see I'm getting better than you."

"What?!" That’s nosense! This kid got very, very bold to me, and of course that was a big lie. I lift my back to reach him and tap his back for the provocation. "Don't even come with this, that’s such a lie! You’re talking like you're good at everything. "I saw him start laughing. "But it's seems you're very good to sweat like a damn dog, that's for real? I put my hand on you and got all wet. Go take a shower already, before you soak all that couch! Go! Come on! "I stand up a little my position and start to push him off the couch and without complaining he goes toward the stairs still in laughter." And look, be careful to not muddy the whole bathroom, I want to go soon after." I spoke louder so he can hear me from the stairs.

"Lord, what did I do to get a sister like that?!" I can hear him shouting back.

"You were very, very lucky! And don't even dare complain about me in my presence! "

After a shower, which made me regret every minute I spent playing without proper warm-up, and a small snack - that Jeongguk did, of course, ‘cause I wasn't willing enough to get off that sofa so soon - I spent the rest of the night trying to watch telly, since there was nothing better to do that involved lying around without moving.

Jeongguk was watching a sport channel for I don't know how much long, because barely a half hour had passed and I was already dozing off - ‘cause I was so tired and the TV volume was so low and gguk just decided to stop talking for a minute, that I ended up relaxed enough to fall asleep.

I woke feeling a tightness around my waist. I directed my eyes down and saw that I was wrapped in a blanket as I also realized that the extension of the sofa was extended and I was lying on it, by the silence I noticed that the television was already turned off, and when I finally look toward the grip I see Jeongguk's hands on my waist, lying right on my back.

"Did I wake you?" He whispered as he felt myself turning my face toward him. "Sorry, I was just fixing your position," he said, seeming to be a bit uneasy, squeezing a little more of one of his hands that was persistently just above my hip.

"How long have I been asleep?" The first thing I thought to speak, in a way to try to ignore the uncomfortable sensation that his hands caressing me caused.

"Since the first few minutes of the first hound of the game," he replied, snuggling closer to my back, one of his hands on my waist slipping almost imperceptibly in front of my belly. "Do you want to go to bed?" I felt his words blow close to my ear, in a tone of voice I didn't recognize, perhaps an odd concern.

"I don't wanna get up now," I whispered back. 'Cause there is no way I will climb all those steps that are on the way to my room. "I'll keep sleeping here Jeongguk," I replied slowly, barely opening my lips, feeling the inertia of sleepiness, and wasn't sure if I really answered audibly. The lethargy was so strong that ended up leaving me indifferent of the superficial impulses that I felt next to my hip, but perhaps, it was only the ventilation that came against the blanket.

"Then I'll stay, too." I could still hear his whisper far away, but I had no urge to reply, just shrugging for his answer, muttering some inaudible monosyllable.

In spite of being inert, for some reason my sleep didn't return quietly, as if something outside bothered me to rest, and at one point I still remember the sensation of rest, which should have been in a smooth warm, started to be in a sudden and unusual heat which I could not recognize. However when I woke up the next morning everything was quiet again.

The fan was still on, sending cool air against my face, Jeongguk was still asleep beside me, hugging me awkwardly, with his legs around mine, while his arms kept close to my hips in modest support.

I tried to pull away his hands, but felt them hold me tighter, and when I turned my face, I saw gguk smiling at me, the time I felt his feet scraped on my heel as he sagged. However, in the moment I would open my mouth to speak, I could see his face in reflex approach next to me again, until I felt him inhaled deeply the air as he put his face between the curve of my neck.

"I slept like an angel..." I heard him exclaim as he stood up and allowed me to lie more comfortably on the couch, but I couldn’t help but wonder how cold was where he lay in comparison to mine. "Do you want some coffee?" In a blink I saw him reassuring me again, and I wondered how he could get so close in such short time, actually, close enough that in a short stretch I could put a kiss on my forehead . A little affection. And I truly  don’t know if one day I’ll be able to adapt to all this affection that Jeongguk persists in attributing to me.

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Irmão Carinhoso | Jungkook

“Jungkook sempre fora um irmão muito afetuoso, acostumado a distribui-lhe carícias sempre que possível. Mas por alguma razão você nunca se acostumou com todas as exageradas demonstrações de afeto por parte de seu irmão, porque, aliás, Jungkook era carinhoso até demais.”

| saga “Meus Sete Clichês” 01/07 |

gênero: Universo Alternativo, Ficção Adolescente, Fluffy, Família  

avisos: heterossexualidade e excesso de fofura misturado com ilusão

classificação: +12 (só por segurança)

Palavras: 2k

n/a: este é o primeiro conto se uma saga, e mesmo que eu duvide muito que tenha algum embalo nessa plataforma (até eu ter coragem de publicar a versão em inglês) sei que ele é uma amorzinho e não há porquê não tentar. E caso gostem, me digam, para eu possa publicar o restante da saga também.

 O colchão estava tão macio, e os lençóis que me cobriam tão confortáveis que se não fosse pelo peso que repentinamente caíra em cima de mim, provavelmente eu não teria levantado da cama antes das 12hs numa manhã de sábado.

Ouço o farfalhar das cortinas sendo abertas e sinto a claridade bater diretamente contra meus olhos, sendo isso incômodo o suficiente para abri-los. Ficaria irritada com quem quer que fosse o individuo por perturbar meu sono a sei lá que horas da manhã, se eu não tivesse me deparado com um sorriso tão animado como o de Jeongguk assim que minha visão deixasse de ser só um borrão turvo. Ele era o dito cujo que me acordava praticamente todos os fins de semana que eu voltava para visitar a cidade, porém, nunca acostumaria em ser acordada desta forma, ainda mais porque Jeongguk era um rapaz muito afetuoso – sempre fora, e eu, por alguma infelicidade, não sou o tipo de pessoa confortável a tanta demonstração de afeto físico como a que Jeongguk costuma me oferecer.

  Deve ser algo natural entre irmãos, tenho conhecimento disto, entretanto, mesmo sendo irmãos, certas vezes sentia algo perto do desconforto quando gguk me cedia caricias em exagero – segurando minha cintura inadvertidamente, acariciando seus dedos sobre meu pescoço, passando as costas de suas mãos em meu rosto, sem antes mencionar o fato de que quase hiperventilo quando ele começa a distribuir beijos. Não que eu pense que isso seja necessariamente ruim, mas como meu irmão sabe sobre o quanto sou inapta a seu tipo hábito, fica bem óbvio que a sua insistência em fazê-lo é para me importunar. Provavelmente por isso ele fazia questão de me acordar, pois poucas coisas me deixavam mais em alerta do que um marmanjo de quase 1m80 de altura se remexendo em cima de mim.

“Nem venha com história de ‘mais 15min’ que isso não vai me enganar de novo.” Fala com um sorriso no rosto, mostrando que não sairia de cima de mim tão facilmente. “Há semanas que você não vem nos visitar, nem pense que te deixarei livre tão cedo, ainda mais hoje que temos o dia somente para nós dois.”

“Hn?” Me concentro em empurrar os cobertores para o lado e forçar um pouco meus braços para afastar Jeongguk da cama, até ele mesmo se levantar. “E pra onde nossos pais vão?”

“Então...” Fala enquanto me ajudava em arrumar a cama assim que levantei também. “Você passou tanto tempo sem dar aviso de visita que mamãe e papai resolveram agendar uma viagem para a capital, - que, aliás, eles sairão daqui à uma hora, mas não se preocupe, disse a eles que ficaria em casa para não te deixar sozinha, é claro.” Finalizou pegando em uma de minhas bochechas e a apertando de leve, como se falasse com uma criança, mesmo eu sendo a mais velha dentre nós dois.

Afastei sua mão sem me importar muito em reclamar, pois acabei ficando mais preocupada por fazer gguk, por minha visita repentina, desistir da viagem que tinha com nossos pais.

“Desculpa.” Disse enquanto dobrava um dos cobertores da cama, sabia o quanto gostava de viajar, tinha receio d’ele ficar chateado por minha culpa.

“Ah, não fica preocupada desse jeito.” Ele bateu contra meu ombro em zombamento. “Não é grande coisa, e há quanto tempo não temos tempo só pra nós? Tipo, desde que você começou a faculdade? E olha que faz mais de dois anos que você se formou.”

Conhecia aquele tipo de tom, Jeongguk bem poderia estar com o sorriso no rosto, mas eu ainda conseguia reparar o quão chateado ele ficava em todo assunto relacionado à minha saída de casa. Pois quando me mudei gguk fora na época o principal criador de argumentos contra a minha partida. Me sinto mal por lembrar o quão magoado ele ficara quando tive de me despedir dele.

“Ou será que você só está querendo arranjar mais uma desculpa para ter um mano-a-mano comigo?” O melhor seria desconversar, antes que a conversa acabe ficando melancólica, como todas as vezes que Jeongguk começava a falar sobre o assunto. “Não pense que ganhará de mim tão fácil só porque criou alguns músculos, e nem tente me bajular para te deixar ganhar como da última vez!” Joguei uma almofada em direção ao seu rosto e corri para fora do quarto antes que ele contra atacasse. “Melhor ir me despedir da mãe, antes que ela suba aqui reclamando disso.” Virei meu rosto a tempo de ver uma almofada sendo jogada contra a lateral da porta.

 Já era fim de tarde quando paramos para descansar. O dia se resumiu em passar a manhã ajudando nossos pais com as coisas, porque claro, aquela não seria nossa mãe se não resolvesse ajeitar mais malas, com coisas que dizia ser extremamente essenciais, bem na hora de ir para a viagem. Levou praticamente toda a manhã para que mamãe ficasse satisfeita novamente, porém demorou mais algumas horas para que conseguíssemos uma nova passagem para eles.

Quando voltamos para casa, Jeongguk e eu resolvemos que à tarde iriamos para a quadra do bairro para ao menos jogar uma partida de basquete que acabei incitando esta manhã. Não irei admitir em voz alta, mas, aqueles músculos realmente ajudaram gguk com a partida esta tarde. Se não fosse por sua melhora nas jogadas diria que seria por ter me deixado distraída com mais frequência. Pois não me lembro dele ser tão bom assim desde a última vez que jogamos. O tempo que fiquei longe fora o bastante para que não notasse a graduação do seu progresso. E toda a sua desenvoltura no jogo teve um enorme resultado; resultado esse de ter me deixado quase morta de cansaço no final da partida.

Quando cheguei me esparramei no sofá – na posição mais confortável que consegui encontrar até o momento - e não planejo sair daqui até que possa voltar a respirar normalmente. E enquanto eu checava o quão suado ficara meu sutiã vi gguk saindo da cozinha e vim em direção ao sofá, me estendendo uma garrafa d’água.

“O que achou do jogo desta vez?” Perguntou enquanto suspendia minhas pernas para sentar em um canto do sofá, para depois repousá-las em seu colo.

“Desta vez você acabou comigo.” Respondi com um sorriso soprando depois de tomar um gole d’água. “Até acho que terá de me carregar para o quarto.” Brinquei. “Há muito tempo que eu não praticava, tô só o bagaço, mas da próxima vez, não deixarei tão fácil pra você.”

“Que má perdedora.” Falou e então notei gguk passando de leve suas mãos em minhas pernas, não pude evitar tencionar um pouco meus músculos em consequência, até sentir a massagem sútil sobre elas. “Você sempre fala esse tipo de coisa quando vê que estou ficando melhor do que você.”

“Como é que é?!” Mas que absurdo, esse garoto tá ficando muito ousado, é obvio que é uma grande mentira. Levanto o dorso para alcançá-lo e bater de leve em suas costas pela provocação. “Nem vem com essa, que absurdo! Fala como se você fosse bom em tudo.” O vi começar a rir. “Bom mesmo você é em suar que nem um cachorro, isso sim, encosto a mão em você e fico toda empapada. Vá tomar um banho Jeongguk, antes que você ensope esse sofá! Vai! Anda!” Indireto minha posição e começo a empurra-lo para fora do sofá e sem se queixar ele vai em direção as escadas ainda em risos. “E vê se toma cuidado para não enlamear todo o banheiro, quero ir logo depois.” Finalizo falando mais alto para ele possa me ouvir das escadas.

“Senhor, o que eu tive de fazer para receber uma irmã dessa?!” Posso ouvir ele gritar de volta.

“Você teve muita, muita sorte! Nem ouse reclamar de mim em minha presença!”

Depois de um banho, que me fez lamentar cada minuto que passei jogando sem o devido aquecimento prévio, e um pequeno lanche – que Jeongguk fez, é claro, pois não estava com coragem nenhuma de levantar daquele sofá novamente – passei o resto da noite tentando assistir um pouco de televisão, já que não tinha nada melhor para fazer que envolvesse ficar deitada sem se mexer.

  Jeongguk ficou assistindo um canal esportivo por não sei quanto tempo, pois mal passara duas horas e eu já estava cochilando – não que o programa fosse desinteressante, porém estava realmente cansada e como o volume da tv estava baixo e gguk resolveu parar de falar por alguns instantes, acabei relaxado o suficiente para adormecer.

(...)

Acordei sentindo um aperto em volta de minha cintura. Direcionando meus olhos para baixo vi que estava embrulhada num cobertor como também percebi que a extensão do sofá-cama foi estendida e estava deitada sobre ele, pelo silêncio notei que a televisão já estava desligada, e quando finalmente olho em direção ao aperto vejo Jeongguk enlaçado a minha cintura, deitado de lado sobre minhas costas.

“Te acordei?” Sussurrou assim que me sentiu virando o rosto em direção ao seu. “Desculpe, eu só estava ajeitando melhor sua posição.” Se justificou parecendo estar um pouco receoso, apertando um pouco mais um de suas mãos que estava de forma persistente um pouco acima de meu quadril.

“Há quanto tempo estou dormindo?” A primeira coisa que pensei para falar, numa forma de tentar ignorar a sensação um pouco desconfortável que suas mãos me acariciando causavam.

“Desde os primeiros minutos do segundo hound desse jogo.” Respondeu se aconchegando de forma mais rente ao meu dorso, um das mãos que estava em minha cintura já deslizava quase que imperceptivelmente ante minha barriga. “Quer ir para a cama?” Senti suas palavras soprando bem próximo ao meu ouvido, num tom de voz que não reconhecia, talvez uma provável preocupação.

“Não quero me levantar agora.” Sussurrei de volta. De forma alguma subirei todos aqueles degraus que estão no caminho para o meu quarto, imaginar a subida me deixava ainda mais cansada. “Vou continuar dormindo aqui Jeongguk.” Respondi pausadamente, mal abrindo meus lábios, sentido a inércia do sono, não tendo certeza se realmente respondi audivelmente. Tanto que a letargia acabou me deixando indiferente -  quando estava para adormecer completamente – das impulsões superficiais que senti junto ao meu quadril, mas talvez somente fosse a ventilação que vinha contra o cobertor.

“Então eu ficarei também.” Ainda pude ouvir ao longe gguk sussurrar, mas de alguma maneira tive o impulso para dar de ombros em sua resposta, murmurando alguma monossílaba inaudível.

 Apesar de inerte, por algum motivo, meu sono não voltou tranquilo, como se alguma coisa externa me importunasse de descansar, e em certo momento ainda lembro da sensação do repouso, que deveria estar num morno aconchegante, passou a ficar num calor repentino e inusitado que eu não pude reconhecer. Entretanto quando acordei na manhã seguinte tudo estava calmo novamente.

 O ventilador ainda estava ligado, lançando um ar frio contra o meu rosto, Jeongguk continuava adormecido ao meu lado, me abraçando desajeitadamente, com suas pernas em volta das minhas, enquanto seus braços manteasse perto de meus quadris num apoio modesto.

Tentei afastar suas mãos, porém, senti-as me segurarem com mais força, e quando virei meu rosto, vi gguk sorrindo para mim, no tempo que senti seus pés passaram de raspão em meu calcanhar enquanto ele se despreguiçava. No entanto, no momento que iria abrir a boca para falar algo, consegui ver em reflexo seu rosto se aproximar de novo até o sentir inalar o ar profundamente quando pôs seu rosto entre a curva de meu pescoço.

“Dormi como um anjo!” O ouvi exclamar enquanto se levantava e assim me permitia deitar mais confortavelmente sobre o sofá, porém estranhei o quão gelado era o lugar onde ele estava deitado em comparação ao meu. “Vai querer café?” Num piscar de olhos o via me encarrando novamente, e me perguntei como ele conseguia chegar tão perto em tão pouco tempo, na verdade, perto mais que o suficiente para que num curto esticar pudesse depositar um beijo em minha testa. Um carinho. Não sei se um dia conseguirei me adaptar a todo esse dito carinho que Jeongguk persiste em me atribuir.