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keepsdeathhiscourt · 4 months

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Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature (18+ Only)

Story Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Language, Death, Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Family Drama, Gore, Depictions of Violence, Death

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Chapter 14: Reunions

Dirt skitters across the pavement as the last weed comes free. Her nails are edged in soil, a pile of discarded overgrowth at her side. The sky, though clear and cloudless, does little to allay the bite of early winter that permeates between the stone structures.

She pulls her jacket closer and leans back on her heels to admire her handy work. Though the LeMarche burial vault is weather-worn, the oldest names fading from centuries of hurricanes and scorching summers, the aura of neglect lessens with her efforts.

She isn’t sure why she does it — the dead don’t care about patches of dandelion and clover. But gazing upon the names past from her ancestress Melodia to her own parents, she’s struck by a sudden weight—the kind that comes from being one of the last of something.

No birds chirp. The high walls drown out the sounds of life beyond. All is quiet, as she runs a hand over the freshly chiseled plaque for Violette, leaving a smudge of dirt in its wake .

Gravel crunches, but she doesn’t turn when she hears the footsteps behind her.

“Why are you here, Agnes?” she asks. “Going to finish me off?”

Agnes lets out a sigh like rustling leaves.

“This cemetery is sacred ground, Lucie. You’re not the only one here to pay their respects to the dead,” she explains, with the forbearance of someone talking to a child. “We’ve had to bury too many of our own.”

She steps into her peripheral, brushing her fingers over Monique Deveraux’s grave marker. Lucie watches the breeze bat at a curl that’s come loose from her head wrap and can’t help but notice how grief-stricken she looks.

It makes her angrier.

“Too many that you put here, you mean.”|

Agnes turns her head, dark eyes locking on Lucie with a sudden intensity.

“Spoken like a naive girl,” she says. “One day you’ll learn that responsibility is being tasked with things that make your stomach turn and doing them, anyway. It’s the way of the Ancestors.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what, Lucie?”

She pushes herself to her feet, brushing her hands off on her jeans. “Act like this was all unavoidable. That what you did to Violette—to those little girls—was justified.”

“I only did what was asked of me—”

“Oh, please,” Lucie scoffs. “You’re not a martyr, Agnes. You’re a monster—”

She sees the flash in Agnes’ eyes too late.

Pain explodes in her right cheek, her head snapping to the side as she strikes her.

Cradling the tender spot, she finds Agnes looking nothing less than rattled, eyes wide. She takes a step back, distancing herself from Lucie.

“You don’t get to lay your judgment on me, Lucretia LeMarche,” she says, clasping her fingers together to stop her trembling hands. “You know nothing of the demands of the Ancestors, of what we stand to lose.”

Lucie inspects her stinging cheek. The abject fear on Agnes’ face cools the brunt of her anger. For once, she holds her tongue.

“There’s so much you don’t understand. So much Violette spared you.”

“Then tell me.”

“I can’t. Everything is in motion. All I can hope is that I can get that last little girl away from Marcel before the vampires do something I can’t take back.”

“Marcel? The vampires? What are you talking about?”

“You really don’t know,” Agnes says. Lucie hates the pity she sees in her eyes. “Marcel Girard has Davina. She’s been with him since the Harvest. That’s how he keeps us from using magic. I would have thought your vampire friends would have told you.”

So the girl they were trying to lure out, the one that has Elijah, is Davina?

The implications are too much for her to tease apart right now. So instead, she asks, “And what about Hayley and her baby?”

A shadow passes over Agnes’ face, her eyes downcast. “Another regrettable casualty. But a mercy, so she doesn’t have to see what her child will become.”

“What—”

Lucie cries out in pain, clutching her head. Her temples throb, the space behind her eyelids screams as if every blood vessel contracts at once. It’s a wonder she keeps on her feet.

Agnes rushes to her side. By the time she puts an arm around her, the white heat is subsiding into a more bearable thrum.

“What’s wrong?”

She shrugs her off and staggers back, chest heaving.

Sweat prickles her brow. She wipes it away. “I’m fine. Just a headache.”

“Does this happen often?”

There’s an edge to her question that gives Lucie pause. “Sometimes, but never like this.”

A glance upward reveals Agnes’ knit brows, her taut mouth. Carefully, she asks, “And these headaches, do they come with nightmares?... Maybe seeing things that aren’t there?”

That sends Lucie’s racing heart to a standstill, her blood turning to ice.

“Why?”

With every moment that Agnes doesn’t respond, just stares at her with that frightened, pitying look, her own fear only grows. “Agnes?”

“I’m so sorry, Lucie.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper. “I never wanted this for you.”

“Never wanted what?” she fires back, demand belied by the tremor in her voice.

Agnes closes the gap, sweeping Lucie’s hands between her own. They’re soft and warm.

“A storm is coming,” she says, holding her stare. “One that I’ve done my best to shield us all from. But soon there’s going to be no place to hide, even for the likes of the Originals…. I only hope you remember where you belong before it’s too late.”

She squeezes her hand before leaving Lucie alone amongst the dead.

____

The violin is impeccably crafted with its fine rosewood body and balanced weight. Even with a splintered neck and the snapped, coiled strings, Elijah can tell it’s priceless. And likely an heirloom, if the wear marks are anything to go on.

“Do you play?” he asks the girl, turning the instrument over to inspect the back.

She stops her drawing, turning in her chair to look back at him. When her eyes land on the broken violin, she frowns.

“It’s…not mine,” she says, eyes misty.

Elijah settles into a spindly, slatted chair. He occupies his hands, tinkering with the bridge, keeping Davina in his periphery all the while.

She’s a fascinating girl, extraordinary power aside. He’s spent most of his time since awakening watching her and has to concede to being impressed. Willful, brave, and wise beyond her fifteen years, he cannot deny a burgeoning respect. But she’s also guarded in a way befitting someone who has seen more than their fair share of hardship. It is a strange characteristic in one so young.

The sound of approaching footsteps breaks his concentration. Abandoning the violin on a nearby table, Elijah takes cover behind a dressing screen.

“Good news, Little D,” Marcel’s voice booms from the doorway. “I’m moving you out of this pile of dust.”

“Are you serious? When?”

“Tonight.” He can hear the strain in Marcel’s voice beyond the jovial timbre. “I just need to lock in the arrangements. How’s our Original?”

Elijah tenses, ready for whatever reaction Marcel might have when he finds the coffin empty.

“Uh, don’t disturb the body!” Davina cries. “I have a spell in progress.”

“Bet you do. Pack up, okay? Only what you want to take. I’ll buy you anything else you need.”

“Okay.”

Elijah waits until the footsteps have retreated beyond the staircase before leaving his hiding place. “You didn’t reveal I was awake.”

She gives him a small, shy smile. “We’re not done talking yet.”

He crosses the room, picking up the violin before returning to his seat to continue his inspection. Despite the damaged neck, the body remains unmarred. It would be a simple thing to repair it.

“You and Marcel seem very close,” he says, nudging her towards the matter at hand.

“Marcel’s my family.”

He does not doubt for a moment that she means it and knows that she is the sort to defend her loved ones with ruthless ferocity. It is a trait they have in common, which is why he needs to approach his next words with tact.

“And yet Marcel is someone who delights in harming the witches. Those people, I would think, you would consider family. This doesn’t trouble you?”

The answer is immediate, ringing with all-consuming conviction. “No. They deserve it.”

He pauses, violin resting in his lap.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because they’re liars.” Her lips curl into a snarl. “All of them.”

“You are referring to the Harvest?”

Her eyes flash at the mention, her posture rigid. Disgust and indignation roll off her in waves, not unlike Lucie when she’d first told him the story.

“What do you know about the Harvest?” she asks, suddenly wary.

“I have had the benefit of learning many things in my centuries of life, the Harvest Ritual among them,” he says evenly, careful not to reveal too much of his involvement. “It is a passing knowledge, at best. I would not turn down the opportunity to hear about it from one who experienced it firsthand.”

Blue eyes level him with a hard stare, assessing him for any signs of deception. Then, she eases, sitting on the bed across from him.

“We were led out like princesses. My mother was so proud,” she starts, somewhat wistfully. “Bastiana, one of the elders, called upon the four elements to bind our past and future magic together. Earth, to connect us to our ancestors. Water to heal the community. Wind, to carry us to our ancestors and back. Fire to purify. After all our preparation, we knew exactly what to expect. For weeks, they told us that the magic in the knife they used to cut our palms would put us to sleep and that later, at the Reaping, we would all be resurrected. They said we’d awaken, and all be together and more powerful than ever. And it was just like we rehearsed it. All that was left was a little cut on our palms for the blood sacrifice.”

He holds still, knowing what comes next and dreading it all the same.

“That isn’t what happened. They only said it to lure us out. It wasn’t until Bastiana cut Abby’s throat we knew the truth.”

The image is clear. In his mind’s eye, he pictures the innocent girls, their smiles and pride fading to horror at the sight of blood.

“Everyone involved in the ritual knew that this would happen?”

She nods. “Except the four of us. They weren’t putting us to sleep, they were slaughtering us!"

He hums in sympathy, eyes softening as he watches her curl in on herself. Gently, he prompts, “But that doesn’t explain why you’re here with Marcel.”

She sighs, arms encircling her knees. “Every girl who died released her power onto the next. When I was the last one, I suddenly had all of it — all the power that was supposed to be released back into the earth to appease our ancestors.”

His breath catches. “So... the Harvest was actually working?”

Davina straightens up, jaw clenched. “Something was working. And I knew I was supposed to be killed so the Harvest could be completed and we would all be resurrected. But they lied to us about how they were killing us. How do I know they weren’t lying to us about coming back?” she pauses, reining herself back in. “But mostly, I just didn’t want to die. So, I let him save me. Marcel saved my life.”

It makes sense. The tenderness Marcel exhibited towards the girl when he’d entered, the affection and trust that she holds for him. Only one question remains. Elijah has the sense it will be the most important. “Marcel is very determined to keep you hidden. Is it because of the witches?”

“Yes,” she says with a trembling breath. “They want to find the Harvest.”

He sits up straighter, leaning towards her. “And to finish the Harvest-”

“I have to die.”

____

The house is far from empty when she returns. Lucie follows the sound of voices to the parlor, where she finds Sophie Deveraux on the couch. Flanked on either side by Klaus and Rebekah, standing, she seems to be on the receiving end of an interrogation.

Positioned near the fireplace, Hayley leans against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. When Lucie gives her a small wave, she turns away.

She ignores the snub, assuming a position on a far wall to watch. It only takes a minute to pick up on the topic of the heated discussion—the Harvest.

“So not only is there a price on my child’s head, but the witches are maneuvering to increase their power tenfold.”

Sophie chimes up, indignant, “This isn’t a power play—”

“And you,” Klaus pays her no heed, rounding on Lucie. “Where have you been?”

“I—”

“No matter. Sophie here has just told us the most enlightening story about the Harvest.” His expression blackens in an instant, voice low and deadly. “Did you know about it?”

Lucie takes a deep breath. “Yes.”

“And you didn’t feel the need to share that information?”

The veiled accusation smarts. Lucie stiffens. “About a ritual that happened before I came to town that I thought had nothing to do with anyone outside the witches? No, I didn’t.”

Klaus’ veneer of calm shatters, along with a priceless bottle of bourbon. She watches the amber liquid seep into the floorboards.

“I give you shelter, protection and you repay me with secrets!” he roars. Behind the murderous expression, she can see the flickering embers of hurt.

She pushes it down and, hackles raised, says, “Thank you, Klaus, for kidnapping me and holding me captive in the middle of nowhere. I’m so grateful.”

“Lucie—” Rebekah warns, eyeing her brother uneasily.

She charges on, “Speaking of secrets. Were you ever going to tell me about Davina Claire?”

“What do you know of Davina?”

“Enough to know she’s in the city and under Marcel’s thumb,” she says. “And that you let Katie die, so he might let you close to her.”

“How dare you accuse me in my home?!” He takes a menacing step towards her. Though it takes everything she has, Lucie doesn’t flinch.

“Well, that’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Taking her for yourself so you regain control of the city.”

“My plan is none of your business, witch.”

“Of course not.” She scoffs. Then, turning to Sophie, asks, “And you’re just okay with all of this?”

“No, not really.” she says, leaning against her knees to cradle her head in her hands. “But I’m still linked to Hayley, remember? I’d like to get the witches off my back, and this seems like the best way to do it. Now, if we’re done here, the bodies of those witches are still out there and time is running out.”

“You can’t tell me you’re going out there to consecrate them.”

“Their magic needs to be returned to the earth. I can’t just let them sit out there and rot. We look after each other.”

“Like they looked after you?” It’s a low blow, Lucie knows it. “Or Jane-Anne?”

“Don’t play high and mighty with me, Lucie,” she says, rising to her feet. “You only reject the old ways because they rejected you first.”

“Lucie, what is she talking about?”

“You didn’t tell them?”

Rebekah rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes, we all know Lucie is on the outs with your coven.”

“But did she tell you why? Did she tell you she—”

“Don’t you dare.”

Lucie is in front of her in an instant. Barely two paces separate them, just enough for the ghosts of their dead to squeeze between. The windows rattle, and though she can’t be sure which of them is responsible, the air sizzles with the promise of more magic.

“ENOUGH!” Niklaus roars, stepping between them.

The curtains settle, the atmosphere settles, and Lucie and Sophie continue to glare daggers at each other.

“I don’t claim to be perfect, Lucie,” Sophie says, backing down. “But at least I’m trying to make things right.”

All eyes turn to the source of a shrill, repetitive melody. The tense moment is fully punctuated when Klaus picks up his ringing phone. “Marcel. Bit early in the day for you, isn’t it?”

Lucie takes a step back but monitors Sophie. It seems the caution is mutual.

“Rather you than me. All that responsibility seems like such a bore,” Klaus pauses, smiling at something on the other end. “Dead witches in the Bayou. Sounds like less of a problem, and more like a cause for celebration.”

That earns him a glare from both Sophie and Lucie. He continues, unbothered, “Oh, why not? Haven’t been to the Bayou in ages. I’m on my way.”

He hangs up the phone, turning to address no one in particular. “Duty calls. I’m needed with Marcel out in the Bayou. So I suppose this will have to wait.”

Rebekah walks out, signaling a mass exodus out of the room. Sophie’s on her heels. When Hayley heads for the door, Lucie follows, desperate to understand whatever is going on with her. She’s stopped by a firm hand on her chest, the weight just below her clavicle shoving her into the wall beside the door frame. The wood molding bites into her lower back as she looks up in Klaus’ ice chip stare.

“If I find out you’re keeping anything from me again,” he jabs a finger in her face, “I’ll rip out your heart and feed it to you. Understood?”

Lucie squirms in the hold, only to find she can’t budge an inch. Before she can reply, Hayley passes by the entry again, bag in hand and heading for the front door.

Still holding Lucie in place, he snaps, “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“Rebekah’s taking me into town,” she says without slowing.

In his distraction, Klaus’ grip loosens. Lucie seizes the opportunity to break free, slipping under his arm to trail after her.

“Hayley!” she calls, but Hayley wrenches open the door, not stopping until Lucie adds, “Wait!”

She turns around, arms crossed over her chest. “What do you want?”

She glances over her shoulder, only to find Klaus already gone.

“Where are you really going?” When Hayley doesn’t answer: “Just please, please tell me you’re not following Sophie back out to the bayou.”

“And if I am?”

“You saw what happened at the clinic. You can’t trust them.”

“Well, it must be a witch thing,” she says, voice clipped and eyes blazing. “Because apparently I can’t trust you either.”

Before Lucie can utter a word, she’s gone, the door slamming shut behind her.

____

I have to die.

The simplicity is jarring, even to Elijah. “That’s what the Harvest was. They said they’d put us four girls in a state of, like, peaceful limbo as part of the offering. And then later, at the Reaping, we’d awaken and be reborn. I never got as far as the limbo part, which means the Harvest isn’t complete. That’s why the witches are so freaked out. The Reaping is just around the corner, and if they don’t finish it before then, it’s over. All I have to do is wait it out.”

“And then what?”

“They’re punished, and I’m free.”

“From Marcel or from the witches?”

She shakes her head, smiling. “Of magic. All our power will drain away. I’ll be normal.”

“Is that what you want?” he asks, stunned. “To be normal?”

She shifts, tucking her legs under her. “I just don’t wanna be what I am. I can’t control it sometimes. Magic. I…”, her eyes well with tears,”... hurt people. Even when I don’t mean to.”

Elijah rests his arms on his thighs, clasping his hands together in a show of patience.

“Why don’t you tell me about your friends? You must miss them.”

It works. The tears abate, chased away by a melancholy smile. “There’s Tim. He doesn’t know about any of this witch stuff. He’s normal. My best friend, Monique. She was a part of the Harvest too.” She pauses, something bitter creeping into her expression. “She’s lucky. No one ever fought for me, but someone fought for her. The only one who ever spoke out against the Harvest was Monique’s aunt."

“You’re speaking of Sophie Deveraux.”

She confirms with a nod and they fall into silence, each lost in thought.

He’d known from Lucie about Sophie’s involvement in the mess they’ve all become mired in. Yet he had been so focused on her connection to Hayley and her baby that he had overlooked her true driving force. All the while unaware of Davina’s presence in the city, or how her involvement lays bare the true motivations of the witches.

When he rises, his mind is still a churning eddy. He hands the repaired violin to Davina.

“You may return this now to its rightful owner. It’s restored.“

She takes it from his hands with a sad reverence and mutters, “I don’t even know if I’ll see him again. “

A tear rolls down her cheek and then another just as the room quakes. Candles topple from their holders, breaking into slivers of wax when they hit the ground. The mirror and the chandelier rattle, as they exchange worried looks about the room before locking on each other.

The window shutters burst open. And then, all at once, the shaking subsides.

Once settled on solid ground, he closes the distance.

“Davina, this power that you contain, drawn from your fallen friends—- it’s too much for you. You need control, which requires study, practice, and guidance,” he says, wheels turning. “Now, my mother was a very powerful witch. She left behind her grimoires, a legacy of books filled with spells. These books contain all the tools that you might need to control your magic. If you free me from here, I can share them with you. However, if you leave now with Marcel, we’ll never see each other again, and I cannot find you, and I can’t help you.”

“You mentioned guidance,” she replies. “But you can’t do magic.”

“No, but I do know someone who may be able to help you.”

Her eyes narrow. “The witches manipulated me. You know how that ended.”

The threat is implicit, but even knowing she could tear him into a million pieces with her borrowed magic, Elijah is undeterred.

“This is not manipulation. This is one thing in exchange for another. I’m offering you a deal.”

____

Lucie is still reeling from her conversation with Hayley when she arrives in front of Cami’s apartment an hour later. The words bounce around on an endless loop, stinging all the more for the truth in them. If she hadn’t been so guarded or even thought to tell them what she knew, she could have avoided much of this unpleasantness. She hopes there will be time to clear the air later and some space might make it more productive when she tries.

The sound of hollow rapping bounces off the sun-bleached walls of the narrow hall as Lucie knocks a second time. There’s shuffling on the other side, a muffled ‘just a minute,’ and then the bolt slides, the door opening to a crack.

“Lucie, what are you doing here?” Cami pokes her nose out of the gap, her messy bun balancing precariously on top of her head. She steps back, pulling the door open wide to reveal the rest of her, clad in a zip-up and sweatpants. “Come on in.”

Lucie steps through the threshold into Cami’s apartment. The walls are a pale blue, accented with houseplants on white shelves, and the window is framed in gauzy curtains, giving the place a peaceful, airy feel. She thinks it suits the inhabitant very well.

“I dropped by the bar, but Toby told me you called out,” she says, holding up a container of soup from her favorite spot. “You feeling alright?”

“You shouldn’t have.” Cami takes the container from her hands, heading into the kitchen with Lucie behind. “I’m not sick-sick. Just… needed some time away from the bar.”

She pulls two bowls from a cupboard, portioning the steaming soup out between them, and handing one to Lucie before slipping into a seat at the compact dining table.

“Thank you.” Lucie joins her, eyeing the bouquet of lilies in between them. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Cami pulls at the edges of the floral tablecloth, twisting the fabric between her fingers. “I never told you, did I? The reason I came back here?”

When Lucie shakes her head, Cami rises, soup forgotten, as she heads a modest bookcase. She returns to her seat with a faded frame.

“My brother, Sean,” she says, handing her the frame.

Lucie takes it, inspecting the image of a teenage Cami next to a boy of roughly the same age with sandy hair. The pair sport identical smiles.

“I had no idea you were a twin.”

“He was older than me by a whopping two minutes and never let me forget it. I don’t think anyone else in the world was sweeter or more gentle. He was my other half.”

Lucie can’t help but notice the past tense, shifting a fraction closer to her while she waits for her to continue.

“I moved away for grad school, but Sean stayed to join the seminary at St. Anne’s. My uncle is a priest, and he wanted to study under him, and maybe take over someday. I talked to him a week before. He seemed fine, thriving even. That’s why it was even more shocking when he…when he,” she struggles through, swallowing hard. “He killed the other students and then himself." She takes a deep breath. “Today would have been the day he finished seminary.”

“Cami, I’m so sorry.”

“I just can’t stop thinking; if only I’d asked the right questions or listened better, done something, I would have known how much he was struggling. Then I could have—”

She’s cut off by the dry sob that wracks her body.

Lucie snatches her hand, wrapping it between her own. “Cami, look at me. You did nothing wrong.”

Cami’s eyes well with tears. “And I’m so scared that it’s going to happen to me. I’m missing chunks of time, leaving things out I don’t remember using, blacking out, and coming to hours later. What if I’m losing it? What if one day I snap too? I don’t want to hurt anyone, Lucie.”

“You won't, Cami." Her sudden conviction seems to offer some comfort, and it steels her resolve for what she came here to do.

“I brought you something,” she says, retrieving the small box from her purse and sliding it to her.

“What’s the occasion?” Cami eyes her with suspicion but pulls it closer all the same. “I don’t do pity gifts.”

Lucie snorts. “Good, because I don’t give them. Just open it.”

Cami pries the lid open, her mouth agape, when she pulls out a delicate bracelet. The intricate sun and moon charms jingle as she holds it up for inspection.

Lucie smiles. It was always a favorite piece, one that she would fish out of Violette’s jewelry box often as a girl to fawn over and admire.

“It’s beautiful, and it looks antique!” she gushes, turning the piece over in her hands. Then, looking up at Lucie with wide eyes, says, “Seriously, this is too much—”

“It’s been collecting dust for way too long,” Lucie shrugs. “It doesn’t fit me and I figured it deserves some miles. Consider it a thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being my friend,” she says, eyes glued to the tablecloth.

Laughing, Cami crosses to the other side of the table and throws her arms around her. It’s like the sun coming out from behind the clouds and though the angle of the hug is awkward, Lucie eagerly accepts the embrace.

“Here,” she says when she pulls away, “let me help you put it on.”

____

Lucie returns home moments after Rebekah and Hayley and finds them in the front room.

“I don’t care if we have to get you a leash. That was your last trip to the Bayou. What is it with you and those wolves, anyway?” Rebekah asks, pouring bourbon into two glasses from a crystal decanter.

“I feel like we’re connected somehow. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just some pipe dream I have of finding any real family out there. But sometimes, when I feel like it’s me against the world, it keeps me going.”

Rebekah hums in sympathy, handing a full tumbler to her when she stops short. “Oh, right. Here, Lucie, take this and stop lurking in the doorway.” She presses the drink into Lucie’s hands, ignoring the sudden tension as Hayley catches sight of her. “Well, if you ask me, family is a pain in the behind.”

Hayley only rolls her eyes, taking her leave. As she goes, Rebekah calls after her,“And as for being in it alone, how dare you? I don’t ruin a perfectly fabulous pair of boots traipsing through the Bayou for just anyone.”

As soon as her tall frame vanishes around the corner, Rebekah turns to Lucie. Eyebrows raised meaningfully, she levels her with a loaded stare. When she refuses to acknowledge it, she nods towards the direction Hayley has gone.

Incredulous, Lucie stares back.

They stay locked in a silent battle of wills until—

“Fine.” Lucie sets her bourbon on the nearest end table and follows the sound of Hayley’s retreating footsteps into the study, where she finds her in a seat by the window, staring out at the vestiges of sunlight.

“What do you want, Lucie?”

“For you to tell me what the fuck is going on between us. You haven’t said more than two words to me, let alone look me in the eye.” She takes a steadying breath. “Is this about the Harvest?”

Hayley’s silence is the loudest of confirmations.

She takes a few tentative steps forward. The floorboards groan. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the Harvest. If I had known it would come up, I would have told you, I swear.”

“I know.” The words sink like lead. Hayley’s eyes glass over, the hurt in them morphing into something more guarded. “And if it were just that, I could understand, but it’s not. You’re supposed to be my friend, but everything I know about you I’ve found out secondhand.” She folds her legs under herself, using the momentum to turn and face her. “Everyone else keeps me in the dark like I’m just a mindless vessel for this hybrid miracle baby. Don’t do that to me too.”

She hates the pain she sees in Hayley’s eyes, hates the way life has taught her to shoulder everything alone. There’s truth to her words too, and it stings like salt in a festering wound. When she prods it, she finds that she’s angry. Angry at Agnes for luring Hayley out into the woods, for speaking in riddles instead of giving her the truth. She’s angry at Klaus for his harsh treatment of the mother of his child. And she’s angry at Hayley too, for refusing help and not seeing her rescue as the act of care that it was—for both her and Rebekah.

Lucie’s expression hardens, her defenses rising alongside the anger. “Trust works both ways, Hayley.”

Hayley’s eyebrows knit together. “What’s that supposed to mean? ”

“What do you want—the lone wolf act or support?” Lucie erupts, throwing her hands up, surprised by the depth of her hurt as the dam she’s been holding back bursts. “It doesn’t work both ways. You almost died going to that clinic!”

“Are you saying the witches that attacked me were my fault?” Her brow quirks, her voice dangerously calm.

“Of course not, but you could have asked me! You could have done literally anything else besides traipsing blindly into the middle of fucking nowhere with Agnes! You don’t have to do everything alone.”

Hayley shifts, turning to face her, her expression a mixture of surprise and indignation. “I thought I was doing what was best for my baby. I didn’t know who else to trust.”

“You can trust Rebekah! You can trust me…”

“Can I?” Hayley’s eyes soften, but the hurt is still evident. “Because it feels like you’re keeping secrets and I’ve had more than enough of them to last me a lifetime.”

Lucie steps closer, prompted by the stirrings of regret.

Hayley’s expression shifts, a mix of calm and resolve. “I need to know what’s going on, Lucie. I can’t be left in the dark anymore.”

“I understand.”

They each hold their ground, still some distance apart, but Lucie can feel a trembling in the wall between them.

Until Hayley says, “About what Sophie said earlier…”

Suddenly, the room feels too hot, the air too thin.

“I promise I’ll tell you anything else,” she says, an edge of pleading creeping in. “Just not that.”

Hayley meets her eyes. Beyond the anger, she can sense disappointment and suddenly she misses the fire.

“You know what, fine.” Hayley’s voice is tired. “If you feel like talking, you know where to find me.”

And just like that, she’s gone.

Lucie stays there until the room is doused in darkness, save the faint light of a lamp in the corner, undisturbed until the sun fades and the shadows grow long. She isn’t sure how much time has passed, settled on a cushion near the fire, only that when she hears footsteps behind her, it does not catch her off guard.

“If you’re here to gloat, Klaus, I’m really not in the mood.”

“It’s a good thing I’ve always found gloating to be in poor taste,” says a familiar voice that sets Lucie’s heart thundering.

Her head whips around so fast, it’s a wonder she doesn’t give herself whiplash. But it’s worth it, any discomfort forgotten because there, in the doorway, is—

“Elijah!” she exclaims, dropping the book in her hand scramble to get to her feet.

“Hello, Lucretia,” he says. Though his expression is placid and his hands are tucked into his pockets, his eyes are warm when they meet hers. When they finally sweep over the rest of the study, he adds, “My, I do love what you’ve done with the place.”

Her face flushes at the mess of books, papers, and cushions behind her. Feeling sheepish, she considers an apology but instead asks, “How are you here?”

“A rather long story, one that will have to wait for another time. For now, I want to talk about you." His lips quirk in response to her perplexed look and he says, “Imagine my surprise to find that not only have you taken up residence in my family’s home, but endeared yourself to its inhabitants.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I’d call it.”

“Then we might have to agree to disagree. My sister may be obstinate and guarded in her affections, but she’s never been inclined to dishonesty unless she deems it necessary.” When she quirks an eyebrow, he explains, “She told me about everything you’ve done, for her and Hayley.”

She sees herself through his eyes, imagining her red-rimmed eyes, her mussed hair, and the exhausted slump of her shoulders.

“You’ve been alright?” he asks, so gently that all her anger is replaced with an unexpected lump in her throat.

Unable to summon any words, she nods.

He searches her face, following up with a scan of her from head to toe as if to confirm. A hand settles on her upper arm, his eyes lingering on her neck and she swears she sees something like fear flash in his dark eyes.

The twin puncture scars on her neck that throb from time to time with phantom pain are too far away from his gaze, the marks nearly faded to white.

His grip on her arm tightens a fraction and when she looks up in question, he’s a million miles away.

“Elijah?” she asks, slipping out of his grip to wrap her fingers around his forearms to get his attention.

The faraway look vanishes, replaced with his usual alertness. Their eyes lock, and they stand there for a half-second too long.

A thud overhead breaks the spell.

Suddenly all too aware of the taut muscles of his forearms beneath her hands, she drops them. Face hot, Lucie pulls away.

“You must have missed them,” she clears her throat, inclining her head towards the sounds of muffled conversation. “Go on, catch up. I’ll be here.”

“I can’t help but feel like much has passed in my absence. Will you tell me? When matters are not so dire?”

She smiles, “Only if you tell me about how you got out of that attic.”

“It’s a deal.”

He’s turning to leave when Lucie summons up her courage. “Oh, and Elijah?”

He casts an inquisitive look over his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re back.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners. “So am I. Goodnight, Lucretia.”

#elijah mikaelson fic #elijah mikaelson x oc #elijah mikaelson x ofc #elijah x oc #elijah x ofc #the originals fic #original female character #elijah mikaelson #originals fic

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distortedclouds · 1 year

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Hey!!

Hey, @moonspirit !

Wanna guess?

Wordcount: 1290~

Tags: Armin's PoV, Smut, Fingering, Post-canon, VOICE KINK, PRAISE KINK

Crime Motive: This post

Special Thanks: The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic on AO3 and the Smut Thesaurus on Tumblr

Bon appétit I threw this up in a couple of hours or something. Also it's like super vulgar so...

Armin’s become a bit of an asshole, he’s aware.

Not to the public: ‘they adore you!’ he’s been told, and that’s great! It’s all he could’ve hoped for and more when deciding to carry the weight of the new world on his shoulders, but… he did become a bit of an asshole. To Annie.

It’s been far too many rescheduled promises, early mornings, and late nights that left their bed deprived of the shared weight of their bodies. Today, Armin hoped would be an exception to the rule. Alas, it wasn’t. The clock’s longer hand had quietly ticked just past the swirling eight figure engraved on its face when he first caught Annie’s gaze in the mirror, wandering with great disinterest around the far-too-fancy bathroom. A couple more minutes had gone before he’d caught her drawn-out sigh of boredom, except it never is just that.

People often say that if you cared enough about something, you’d make time for it. Well… they might’ve been right.

“I’m sorry we don’t have time, Annie,” he says, keeping his voice low because he’s truly remorseful.

“Quit apologizing already!” Annie bites back a moan with her teeth dug into her lower lip. He doesn’t see it, from where she turns her back to him, but he knows that tone of voice. He’d pulled it out of her dozens upon dozens of times by now.

“But I really am~” he purrs against her shoulder. Armin breathes in the smell of the long day clinging to her clothes. How it now merges wonderfully with her own unique scent from where her thighs flex and rub against one another beneath the constricting material of her pencil skirt.

“You know how I’d love nothing more than to unzip your skirt,” he trails a palm down, slowly from her waist to her hip, his fingernail repeatedly catching on the ridges of the zipper.

She gasps and jerks in his arms where he holds her to him with a forearm around her middle, and fuck because he’ll never be over how easy it is to get her to this point. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was faking this whole thing. Luckily, Armin does; the long whines adorning her voice and the quiet moans held deep in her chest carry out an image of herself that's dangerously vulnerable and open and needy that he can’t help but always push her for just a tiny bit more.

“Just a tiny bit,” he breathes right next to her ear, but her harsh bite into her lower lip is successful. What a shame. “I wouldn’t need to get it all the way off. Just low enough so I can bend you over that sink over there,” he taunts and the incoherent sputter of syllables to leave her mouth is probably his name, “right against the mirror.”

“F-Fuck!” her voice beautifully shatters in the low echo in the small room, her body squirming where he continues to grip her tightly to him as her fingers attempt—and fail—to grasp at the glossy tiles lining the wall.

“But I can’t, unfortunately.” Armin glances at the clock, where the pendulum dances back and forth with audacious tick-tocks that personally challenge him. “So, how about you take care of it for me, sweetheart?”

The stubborn ‘fuck you!’ that Armin expects doesn’t come. Instead, one of her hands leaves the wall the little vanity they sit on is pressed against and replaces his hand on the zipper. For Annie to comply this easily… he must’ve been pushing her for quite a while now, huh?

He really has become an asshole.

Armin watches over her shoulder as her shaky fingers drive the pull down the metallic teeth, allowing the skirt to sag around her hips. Just enough room for her to slip her hand down the waistband and for her legs to spread a couple of inches wider. “I’m really sorry, Annie,” he groans and the only reason she doesn’t elbow him right in the liver is because she doesn’t hesitate before pressing her fingers against her core, making herself cry and plead for everything he can’t offer her at this very moment.

“As much as I like having you like this,” his voice strains in his throat in accordance with the suffocating fabric around his crotch. “You know I’d much rather us be in our bed.”

She nods, her hair bobbing into a mess around her head and falling over her flushed face. With the movement of her hand bulging at the front of her skirt, heavy pants begin to carry more of her voice, little whimpers and mewls that he knows are nothing but seedlings for much, much more.

“Maybe with your legs over my shoulders, so I can fuck you as deep as you like it,” he says, getting enough satisfaction when Annie, with all her soft moans and sweet scent and silky hair, melts back against him and her knees buckle even with her seated.

There’s a short pause in her rapid breathing, but it doesn’t last long, concluded in a long groan that dissolves into a low and desperate—and absolutely shameless—whine that Armin believes he should be punished for not swallowing whole—fuck he’d reeeaally pushed her far.

When her thighs struggle against the restraint of the skirt, Armin deduces that she must’ve already slipped a couple of her fingers into her cunt, and from what he can see from her wrist, she’s straining to push them further in.

“Armin!” she begs, breathless and hot, and ah, he must’ve been quiet for too long.

Choosing to loosen the arm around her torso, now that he no longer needs to actually hold her to him, he drags his palm to her lower stomach, just above the junction of her hips, and presses. “It’s because you like having me right here, don’t you? You like feeling full?”

This time, her only response is a low sob as her hips begin to buck and push forward and against her fingers. She’s close. So close. Armin urges her into leaning her head back on his shoulder, he kisses her cheek and the corner of her jaw before moving down her neck.

“You’re doing great, Annie,” he rasps, voice raw where it scratches deep in his throat. “Just a bit more. Come on.” He continues with a trail of all the absolute nonsense words and phrases he’d come to accumulate over the years. Everything that she loves to hear: from little encouragements that appear vulgar the more Armin considers them, to pet names and her name, which make the tips of her fingers tremble and her gaze completely unfocused. All things that had never failed him in getting Annie to slur her words and abandon all pride for the sake of a release between his arms.

“Armin!” she hisses, urgently.

“Yeah, I know,” he reassures her, freeing one of his hands from around her and shooting to press it hard against her mouth right as she pushes herself over the edge. Armin takes a moment to mourn all the cries and shattered moans that meet their demise as quiet vibrations against his palm. It’s good motivation, really. If he wants to hear them in full, then he better stop fucking around and make time!

Armin waits for her hand stops working under her skirt before he lowers his own from her mouth, leaving her to catch up on her breathing. Her body is still a puddle against his, with him supporting the majority of her weight against his chest. It’s not until he hears one particularly satisfied sigh that he kisses her cheek with a comically loud smack of the lips, “That’s my girl!”

“Oh, fuck you!”

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aruani #aruannie #not sfw #my fic #oh nothing just an asshole assholing :)

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gontagokuhara · 10 months

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OKAY I FORGOR💀 TO MENTION THIS actually idk if I already said this but I LOVE the way you write kokichi? Like kokichi's jesterism clowncore energy is not talked about enough in this fandom, he's not just a lying troll, he can also be a corny little canned-bit filled jokester! He can be your angle! Or yuor devil! But he and Kaede give off such an "annoying little brother"/"exhausted oldest sister" vibe in pointy objects it never fails to make me laugh and also feel feelings!

Also ngl writing my lil (literally >2k) review gave me the energy to do my writing assignment so thank you for indirectly but also directly contributing to me not failing my class LMFAO

hi hello!! first of all thank u again for ur very sweet comments i keep rereading them . actively working on the next chapter and i reread them like an hour ago <3 also you are so me re: the writing thing literally i am writing this long ass response out as a warm up to getting started on the chapter again I SEE U. solidarity u got this class

as always below the cut because i like to yap (no spoilers butttttttt call it a small hint of what's to come next chapter)

ANYWAY !!! im glad people like that choice <3 his general silliness tends to get lost in canon in the midst of such a heavy fraught situation (where his dumbass is instigating fights constantly......) and so i feel it more natural to have it bleed into him in pointy objects you know? his backpack also offers just unreal opportunities for clownery and i can't help myself. i have issues with a lot of canon/fanon portrayals of kokichi so with him (as i do miu, and kiyo, and kaito, etc) i like to do the classic mogul move yoink & twist. i take character that needs fixer-uppering, mash 'em around like playdoh, and make them mostly the same but......better in my humble opinion. i feel like i do that pretty well with kokichi, and hearing those choices are appreciated makes me very happy <3

in that vein the kaede/kokichi dynamic is SOOOO important its one of my favorites ive worked into pointy objects i think. justice for my real protag kaede BUT her biting the dust so early both robbed canon content of what a friendship between them could look like. but it also gives me LOTS of room to pick up their barbie dolls and make them have good moments together. speaking of pointy objects canon, they arrived at camp within about a year of each other, before a lot of the other mainstay demigods began living there full time. gonta, miu, kaede, maki, and kokichi spent a lot of time as the only ones at camp; kids like kirumi/tenko/himiko/angie/kiyo are all summer-only, and full-timers ryoma, kaito, and kiibo came later (ages 14, 16, and within a few months of sonia giving them a soul [roughly the same stretch of time as ryoma's arrival], respectively).

all that lore TO say: kaede and kokichi grew up together in a lot of really important ways, and the dynamic that developed over the years very much is that exhausted older sister/exhausting little brother who are fiercely and kind of unexpectedly protective over one another. i could go on about all of the early full-time campers' dynamics because there's a lot within those five especially that i've like. developed in my brain? but havent fit into the 170k words 💀 the mind palace of spiderwebbing character relationships is very vast for how much has actually made it into the fic.....but wink wonk we WILL see a taste of it this next chapter

and finally, re edits: i did my one BIG edit fest back in may, and since then there haven't been any major changes. that said, i do reread the prior chapters quite often (checking details to make sure new writing doesn't have any discrepancies, getting myself back in the headspace to write shuuichi's voice, etc) and do occasionally find typos or phrasing or sentence flow i like changed, so i do fix those as i see them. that said, i DO know what you're talking about with chapter 3; that was a chapter i did pretty majorly redo in may, and there was definitely some redundant word use and odd sentence structure i went back and corrected. but i haven't made any changes that drastically alter the contents of the story; not more so than i did back in may, at least!

ok this as always got very long but it was as always very fun to answer!!!! thank you again for all your support MWAH MWAH and im sure we'll make contact again soon enough!!

#ask #bittercideristaken #pointy objects #ALSO.......when i think about you in my brain im split between calling you 'bitter' or 'cider' DO u have a preference <3

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visualjyushi · 1 year

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body mods list: mika + the oddballs edition!

* reference for my shu/mika-focused tattoo artist/piercer enstars au

i have terrible memory so this list is for my reference, but i figured i'd post it w/ some notes if anyone was interested in my thought processes <3 feel free to ask me abt any of them bc i am very (coughs) passionate abt body mods if it wasn't obvious. if ppl like this, i may make other posts for other characters that appear in the au.

Mika

he has 13 piercings and rei did most of them! shu has obviously done most of his tattoos but he has some done by the other members of the shop!

piercings: paired nostrils, septum, right eyebrow, navel, snake bites, tongue, two sets on his earlobes, and a secret 13th piercing (will be revealed at some point in the fic hehe)

note on paired nostrils: they were his first facial piercings! when he first got these done, he got an amber gem in one and a lapis in the other to help him feel better abt his eyes

note on snake bites: he always wears rings in his lip piercings bc studs feel weird in his mouth (me when I’m projecting)

butterfly tattoo on the left of his neck - done by leo!

butterfly on his abdomen; placed so his navel piercing looks like the body of the butterfly! - also done by leo!

tattoo over his top surgery scars: monster-like mouth with spiky teeth across his chest - bc he so would have a creepy tattoo, this was also his first tattoo by shu!

acanthe-inspired half sleeve of flowers on his right arm

shu’s flash designs sprinkled across his arms: winged votive monument, antique teddy bear, porcelain marionette doll

pink/purple gummy bear tattoo - by chiaki! in a blank spot on his arm in between shu's works

Shu

she has a lot of ear piercings! she was wataru’s first client when they were under their piercing apprenticeship and many of their first attempts at ear piercings were done on her! she also has many tattoos, almost completely covered in them, but she is careful abt preserving the life of them on her skin, usually always keeping them hidden from the sun.

20 piercings across both ears: 8 starting from her lobes up to her helix (cartilage) on each ear, a rook on both sides, daith on left side, and tragus on the right!

she also gets another piercing that is revealed later on in the fic...

sternum tattoo of roses - done by kuro!

mademoiselle tattoo on her upper right arm - bc I must always reference madonee somewhere in my aus hehe

big back piece of a biblically accurate angel - done by leo!

valkyrie (as in the figures in norse mythology!) piece on her left thigh - she tattooed this on herself! since shu is trans fem in this au, I thought it would be perfect for her to have a powerful feminine symbol tattooed on her, and what better choice than to also reference her unit name!

silly little minimalistic croissant on her inner right ankle - a tattoo she got when she was out drunk with the oddballs one night in her early 20s

two sleeves of ornamental designs that include hearts, flowers, and lacey details - this style of tattoo gives off a more feminine vibe due to its intricacy, which i felt was perfect for trans fem shu. the decorative style also reminds me of the architecture in old churches and museums so it felt very shu-like to me! also blends into a frame around her madonee tattoo

Rei

i wanted to give him some more intense mods, like *scarification, since he is one of the characters that has been in the industry the longest! and i think rei has a complicated relationship with gender in like a neurodivergent way, feeling very masc but more like a creature rather than a human (me wanting to keep the vampire thing he got going on in canon), so i wanted his mods to convey this! i also hc he's had many piercings in the past but he's retired a lot of them, so he doesn't have too many anymore.

*note: since this can look pretty gnarly when initially done, i do not recommend looking up images if ur squeamish! so quick crash course for those who don't know: it is basically the removal or branding of skin into a pattern or design. it's like the cousin of the tattoo! the skin is typically raised in these places once healed over, thus creating a scarred design on the body!

stretched labret - he has a 0 gauge black stone in the middle of his bottom lip!! (roughly the size of a dime)

stretched ears - decently big at about 1 inch or 25mm

also a couple helix piercings on both ears

little bat tattoo over his heart - meant to symbolize ritsu since he cares for his little bro so much!

both arms mostly covered up in black ink - cover up for some terrible tattoos he got/was forced to get when he was younger

dark lettering that wraps around the sides and front of his neck - a tattoo font that looks like intricate black ink line work at first glance but actually says "demon king"

tattoos outlining the skeleton of his hands

maybe some other tattoos but i haven't decided 100% yet

scarification: a cross on the right side of his face - bc rei's old hairstyle revealed this part of his face more, he wanted to get smth there, but now it often hides behind his bangs

split tongue - one of my personal faves for rei

Kanata

he hears a piercing being named after a seashell and is like "wataru i have to get that!!!" wataru also did his ear piercings while under their apprenticeship with rei :) bc of sensory issues, i hc kanata would not want a lot of piercings. since he's very laid back, i do think he's the type to get piercings/tattoos just bc he thinks they're cool!

basic lobe piercings and conch piercings on both ears - w/ jewelry that look like sea shells!!

tokusatsu themed tattoo sleeve on his left arm - chiaki did this sleeve!!

fish gill rib tattoos - similarly to rei, i think kanata doesn't Really see himself as completely human either due to a complicated view of his own gender!

marine life themed tattoo sleeve on his right arm - just several colorful fishies and other creatures he likes!

little chibi cthulhu on his ankle - by izumi!

big octopus tattoo on his left hip - wraps around his thigh and torso bc it's so large

Wataru

they love being symmetrical, so a lot of their piercings are in pairs! all in shiny white gold and/or blue-hued gems. rei also did a lot of their piercings which is how they met!! they're not as big on tattoos, bc they can't sit still for too long!!

piercings: angel bites, cheek piercings, surface anchors beside the eye on both sides (ref), basic lobe piercings, two helix piercings on each ear, navel, paired & centered eyebrow piercings

note on eyebrow piercings: i love the placement for these (i actually have these piercings) as they sort of resemble a clown look and wataru is my silly little clown!!

tattoo sleeve on left arm of flowers and doves - by shu ofc! and she complained every single time wataru moved even a single inch lol

Natsume

he likes meaningful piercings! i write him as trans masc in this fic, so most of them are gender affirming in some way. also put a lot of magic theming into his tattoos!

piercings: stretched septum, septril, navel, tongue, nipples, small stretched earlobes, industrial on left ear, helix piercing on right ear

note on stretched septum: usually only wears a plug in this one, so it's not noticeable from the outside! this piercing symbolizes his journey being on hrt bc he got his septum pierced the day he started hormones <3

note on septril piercing: his jewelry top is a pentagram (ref) since this one can look a little confusing, here's a great vid by a very knowledgeable piercer explaining how it works!

nipple piercings - i hc that hrt made natsume a lot more comfortable in his body, so he decided to pierce his nipples instead of get top surgery! we love trans ppl reclaiming their comfort in their bodies in this house

font tattoo that says "sweet magic" below his navel

crescent moon tattoo behind right ear & star tattoo behind his left

trail of black sparkles and lime green smoke twisting around his right arm - this tattoo goes all the way down to his hands and some of his fingers

death tarot card tattoo on upper right arm - shu did this one :) ! this is also symbolic of his transition!

love potion tattoo on lower right arm

cyber sigil heart tattoo on lower back - I guess this is what the style is called, it looks kinda y2k inspired. sorry, I really wanted natsume to have a tramp stamp leave me alone.

also cyber sigil heart tattoos framing his knees - probably his most painful tattoos!

#moon.txt #fic rambles #mika kagehira #shu itsuki #rei sakuma #wataru hibiki #kanata shinkai #natsume sakasaki #enstars

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reapcrbunny · 2 years

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( 🐇 ) HANDS WRING AS SHE chewed her lower lip at first, the relatively new dubbed warrior of light not at all sure how to go about any of this. she was thrilled to know that her friends were safe but . . she still held guilt over being so easily framed for a crime she DID NOT COMMIT.

< I AM SORRY. that you and everyone had to go in hiding. >

@glorytomankind liked for a starter for papalymo !

#glorytomankind #{ help i know its early canonically but canon can bite me }#( HEAVENSWARD V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ )ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ WITH THUNDEROUS CHORUS THE VAULT CHANGES ALL

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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• Bitty

(*Cries in corner and refuses to look anyone in the face*, okaaaay this went through like several rewrites, I still can’t write dialog or canon characters for the life of me and with the constant running to your blog and onestepbackwards for inspiration… and just like figuring out what and how to write smut it probably is gonna feel very same-y to what you’ve already written BUT-! Here’s my first attempt at smut, be honest but go easy I will cry T^T)

(Context, this takes place before Reader knows about Emmet and still early in the relationship, Reader uses they/them but is AFAB.

Warnings/triggers: Smut so 18+only, size play/size kink, animalistic traits/features on humans, biting, mild sexual aggression.)

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Life was… odd and yet comfortable after pair bonding with the Alpha hybrid Zoroark of the area, Ingo. An incredibly large and intimidating fellow but with the kindest heart you’d ever had the fortune of meeting in person let alone having him choose you as his mate.

There was still an adjustment period right now, he’d helped you move from your burrow and into one of the nearby caves so the two of you could better cohabitate but that seemed to come with its own issues, mostly it was needing a stool to get at anything. Ingo did his best to help you but with the size of his territory he was gone most days, admittedly behind his back you were using your burrow more often or not still but like Today you returned to live with him when his rounds brought him back and the two of you could spend the next two days and the night together.

He was actually running a bit late today which had you slightly worried, you’d keep yourself busy though preparing dinner for later; the two of you might not eat the same things but it didn’t take you much more effort to just make meals more catered to omnivores, it didn’t hurt either of you so long as you only ate such things a few times a week… which given his absence most of the time is what it figured out to about.

A sigh as you finished and he still wasn’t home you stepped down from the kitchenette area and dragged your stool so you could hop up onto the couch, it was pretty minimalistic, more a wooden bench with furs thrown on it but it was comfortable all the same as you sprawled out with a contented sigh and closed your eyes to rest.

It’s well you are resting Ingo returns, silent as the late night as he steps soundlessly through the thin hidden entrance to your shared den and he finds you napping, pink fur making you stand out like a beacon against the dark furs of the couch. He smiles softly thinking of not disturbing you but all the same he pads over so he can softly cup the side of you face in a single large hand, stroking your cheek before leaning down to kiss your temple in a loving manner.

You groaned and eyes fluttered open only half lidded with a tired look before you saw him and gasped, despite the large Alphas attempt to pull back your hands fling out to grab his shirt and tug for him to come back, which he obediently does a love struck look on his face as you demand to know what took him so long! Where had he been! And you missed him dearly.

He could barely get a word out between but was smiling despite the scolding tone as you lead him up and onto the couch, resting his body over yours like a weighted blanket, his arms propping himself up slightly on his elbows making his mass comfortable instead of crushing and leaving you feeling secure as you so easily fit under him wholly and truly hidden beneath his bulk.

In the excitement of your tender yet quick kisses he moved his arms allowing him to cradle the back of your head with large palms well his fingers curled able to stroke your long ears base well his thumbs moved under your chin to tilt back so he could kiss you proper.

It was supposed to be short and sweet, yet he found himself dragging it out he’d missed you so much and the sweet taste of your lips was swiftly becoming deeper as he kissed harder threatening a bruise from the passion, you hummed; back arching as a move to be closer your chests pressed tight you snug and pinned between his bulk and the unmoving frame of the couch.

You moaned softly and he shifted to suck on your lower lip before he took advantage of your gasp to move back and slip his tongue in you mouth lengthening the session until you were forced to break it for air.

Cheat lightly heaving you shift to wrap your arms around his neck nuzzling into his shoulder as you teasingly joke he must have really missed you to greet you like that~

He blushed the beginnings of a muffled apology cut off as you locked lips with him and ground your hips against him drawing a deeper blush and a moan out of him.

Oh you were not letting him back outta this, well you two hadn’t done the deed yet you wanted to fix that, now.

But you could already see him getting nervous of going much further then your usual make out sessions, you were so much smaller and he’d voiced before a fear of getting to worked up and hurting you in the act.

But you remain soft spoken and confident, it’s okay, everything will be okay, the two of you can go slow and if he gets too anxious you can stop.

He’s the one to come up with a safe word, you both agree to teacup and with a little bit of gentle coaxing he hesitantly leans back down to kiss you.

He starts at your lips before trailing down your jaw, at your neck he starts sucking lightly and nipping the skin, he shifts on arm wrapping under your back to hold you closer despite still being pinned before he simply runs his tongue over your neck in full causing you to moan and squirm softly before he continues down to your shoulder, kissing and nipping and likely leaving more then a few spots that would become hickies later.

He started to trail down to your collarbone and gave a soft growl when he was interrupted by the fabric of your dress. A soft giggle from yourself and he had slipped his hands under the skirt before lifting and taking the whole thing off you in one swoop leaving you in nothing but what you were born with.

He’d paused just staring over you making you just a bit self conscious and worried as you attempted to start covering yourself with your hands, faintly blushing and looking away before he was quick to grab your hands to expose you chest again and after licking his lips started on your collarbone again between each kiss and nip reminding you how beautiful you were, how perfect you were to him and how he was going to treasure every inch of you.

It made you shiver in a good way but squirm all the same under the praise and affection earning you a harsher nip and him tighten his hold on your wrists with another hefty growl that lingered at the back of his throat.

He paused seeming to gage your reaction, those piercing silver white eyes staring at you for any signal but you not telling him to stop or using your safe word seemed to spur him on as he started down your chest, he had to pull you out from under him a bit to get at your breasts, removing his hands as restraints to instead hold your torso, mouth at work on a nipple, sucking and nipping and teasing with his tongue before switching to the other. He couldn’t get over the taste of you and opened his mouth able to take your whole left breast in sucking on it as his tongue still worked and teased the bud at its tip.

You squirmed and moaned until he let go and nipped at your skin again before moving his hands to squish the flesh orbs together and then run his tongue between with a low rumble of blissed out glee.

Having his fill he started down your stomach hands sliding down to grip you hips as you’re pushed you up and out from under him and into a seated position as he starts on you thighs, you’re squirming, despite for him to get on with it with soft pleas but a sharper nip to your inner thigh makes you yelp before you feel him kissing and licking the spot to sooth it quick enough.

He’s so close though you can feel your core and clit throbbing for attention and whimper and call his name.

Seeming to acknowledge your pleas he holds you hips spreading them as wide as he comfortably can kissing along an inner thigh until he works his way to your heat.

Then, from hole to clit he runs his tongue making your back arch and head throw back as you moan grinding you hips against his face well your hands move up in an attempt to muffle yourself.

Not that it was all that necessary or long lasting as Ingo’s loud grumbling moan fueled growls you were practically drowned you out noise wise. His hands slip up, moving from your thighs to cup your ass and force your hips up as exploratory licks turned to full on tongue fucking as he nuzzled in and reached his tongue as far into your core as he could manage.

It was so much very quickly and you couldn’t help but squirm and buck against his face as the wave of pleasure hit and you’d find your hand gripping his hair tight trying to force his head down more leaving him moaning against your clit.

Your breath quickened, your chest started to rise and fall heavily and your vision blurred before calling out to your mate you were about to go over the edge.

His response was to throw your legs over his shoulders and sink his tongue in deep before you clenched down and came.

He slowed as you came down, lapping up your slick in a way that made your over stimulated body shutter but get a few moments of rest. Chest still heaving a bit you even out your breathing loosening your grip to gently stroke his hair instead causing your mate to give an odd growl of a purr that made you smile.

It was fine until you tried to wiggle loose foolishly thinking the event was over and instead finding his growl a lot less of a purr as he stopped his clean up to go at your sensitive clit again making you gasp and then moan as the over sensitivity causes you to arch backwards, toes stretching out before curling as you weakly called Ingo’s name.

No call to stop however and he brought a hand to you folds, lathering up two fingers until they were good and coated before slipping in one before the other allowing for time to adjust before slowly beginning to stretch you open proper.

The fingering fucking was even more intense then his tongue they wouldn’t stop hitting or curling just so against your sweet spot, needless to say you were loud between the none stop attention to your clit and core, you felt tears sting the corner of your eyes and you moans turn a more simple short cry between each adjustment or harder thrust and stretch, he was really over working you and it wasn’t long before you rolled your hips against his fingers to push them in deeper before clenching down again.

This time the pleasure so rich his hand came up coated and soaked from your excitement.

He pulled back, sitting up and taking the moment to lick his hand and then face clean, slowly and never breaking eye contact as you blushed a deep red and had to fight yourself not to cover your face in embarrassment.

Seeing you breathing heavily, flushed and eyes sparkling with lust tainted tears Ingo couldn’t get enough of you, he finally shrugged off his shirt and started to undo his pants sighing in relief as he was freed from the constructive hold they’d had on him.

He wanted you so badly, but even in his own state he know to take things slowly, this was your first time with him after all, he was going to make sure every part of it was pleasurable for you even if he did want to stuff you fast and full.

He’d slowly pull you by your ankles back onto your back, leaning over you in a guarded admittedly slightly possessive manner as he nuzzled into you neck inhaling deeply before beginning to kiss and lick across your skin again, attempting to get you to relax without completely winding back down.

It worked as your tired body started to ease up, but the teasing of his kisses and the following of wandering hands across and over your body before finding your chest and being to play with your nipples; well the teasing certainly kept you in the mood.

Kissing back up to your lips Ingo pressed deep causing you to gasp and then moan as he let his tongue in exploring your mouth with it before rolling over your tongue with his own causing a tangled mess between pressed lips and clicking teeth.

You’d have to turn your head to break away for air, a strange of saliva connecting you two like a spiders silk not getting a chance to break as Ingo chased you down after deciding you’d gotten enough air.

It was during the second sloppy make out his hands would slide down your sides resting on your hips again as he slowly moved and adjusted you to were he needed but could still each.

Then he rutted against your folds, his large cock slipping between the folds following the natural line up until the blunt tip of his member hit your clit and rubbed past.

You moaned loudly muffled both by the kiss and his own chest vibrating response as you felt claws start to dig into your thighs leader to a louder response of pleasure to the stimulants mixing

He starts slowly rolling his hips repeating the previous action again and again each hit to your clit making you whine and squirm all the while he growls deeper into the kiss holding you in place as he works to coat his dick to make actual penetration go smoothly.

With a huff however he quickly lifts off you, the sudden lack of his weight and heat, the feel of his hand or member on you makes you shiver from sudden chill and a desperate neediness for him to finish what he started.

You didn’t get the opportunity to vocally complain past a soft whine however, the larger hybrid easily picking you up with one arm as he changed positions.

You were placed just slightly above his lap, on his stomach as he shifted his elbows to the backs of your knees to pull up and back before open exposing your wet hole and well putting everything else o display too. He rested his chin on the top of your head the incline letting you know he was looking down to get a good view as he lined himself up and slowly started to ease the head in.

You gasped, he gave a grumbling moan before through gritted teeth he asked you to ease up, he was barely in and he thought you were clenching. You weren’t though! He was just so big and as you whimpered your reply he huffed giving a short thrust to help him pull inside you as he had too seemingly fight for each inch in.

You were seeing stars, the alpha Zoroark hybrid however, your loving mate Ingo was going absolutely feral of the feeling of you around him, you moans and whimper not helping him keep his head about this as you felt like you were made for him and he worried he might just lose his loud as soon as you bottomed out.

He gets you down to his lap though, knees almost to your ears as he otherwise forces you hips down and just shutters at the sensation of being in able to feel every internal twitch and pulse your body gives at accepting him.

You whimper and move enough to pull him out a tiny bit before back in and he doesn’t need the message repeated as he pulls out almost completely leaving only the tip before slamming back in causing you to shriek, head lulling back onto his shoulder as your body went limp and you couldn’t do much more the kiss or nip back at his neck as he had a his way with your hole.

He wasn’t letting up again reducing you to little more then a sex toy and he let his arms untwine from your legs just so he could grab you hips and lift you before shoving you back down on his lap forcing himself in as deep as he could.

At some point he shifted again, beyond words and dizzy from the never ending bliss you could only mewl and claw at the furs you were placed chest down on as he made sure you hips stayed up well his chest pressed hard against your back pinning you down.

He kept thrusting deeper and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore and bit down hard onto the armrest of the couch, wood cracking from the pressure as you finally did clench around him making the alpha gasp and freeze as you milked him for his worth.

It took him a moment but he’d give three more good thrusts against the clenching of your orgasm before locking himself in place as he reached his own and coated your insides, his teeth sinking deep into your bond mark to finalize the moment.

Both gasping and overheat, he adjusts so you both lay on your sides, chest to chest now him, you felt stretched and empty without him but the break was needed as you nuzzled against his chest. He rumbled a purr keeping you pressed between himself and the back of the couch leaving you warm and guarded until you felt really to move in your own time~

THIS WAS AMAZING FOR YOUR FIRST SHOT AT THIS WOOOOBOOOAH!

OH THIS IS GREAT I AM IN LOVE.

You did great!

This is great!

Im losing it and it’s only 8am, thank you for the foooood.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#bitty anon #pokemon hybrid au #ingo.thirst

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meili-sheep · 3 years

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Zhongli, Childe, and Diluc and the Chocolate, Vanilla, and Strawberry dynamic and you can't change my fucking mind

Hello and welcome to my Ted Talk

Let me start by saying this came to my mind at like 11 o'clock last night which sent me into a mad rage and I might have written an ot3 smut thing and didn't go to sleep until at least 2. But I can neither confirm nor deny this. But if I have to suffer through this so now you do too. Is this just a long Shit post? Fucking maybe idk any more.

Zhongli

Daddy Zhongli is 100% dark chocolate. A thing for people who have been called an old soul at least once in their life (Diluc) or has or could have responded to a compliment with "Thanks it's the trauma." (Childe) A mature dignified treat that pairs well with a lot of stuff. Well, not the healthiest component of this gay ass neapolitan is arguably healthier because ya know antioxidants or ya know. Zhongli, he's got most of his shit together. He's just lonely. Definitely good at helping other calm down. Strong, reliable. Good boy, best boy. Would be himbo if mihoyo gave us the beef. Give me the goddamn beef bois. Will take care of you, but can defiantly spice up the bedroom.

Childe

Childe is both the most like vanilla person well also being the least vanilla person. He is like that really good vanilla that is a solid 8/10 but then you start pulling shit on it like caramel sauce (family dynamics) or sprinkles (trauma) then it's just a yum 10/10. Very flexible with what he can do and is willing to do. But also he is kinda that white boy jock you kinda make fun of cause your part of the goth cliche (Diluc) or the nerdy cliche (Zhongli) until you realize "Oh fuck he's actually really sweet and smooth" and that's how you start your early 2000s Disney Channel original movie, where you learn not to judge a book by its cover through the power of love. Again just a lot you can do with him. Very dynamic, very fun.

Diluc

I'll be honest I thought of this originally cause of Diluc hair. But the more I thought about it the more really strawberry he feels to me. Like yeah I get normally strawberry people are very cutesy, but strawberries aren't that sweet by themselves. They are kinda tangy with their acidic taste. But can be very sweet. And that's Diluc. Got a bite to him but it's easy to see how sweet he really is under all that and given a little more time he only gets sweeter. And without a doubt a lot of flavors, he packs a real punch. Probably helps I feel he gets pretty easily embraced once he warms up so he gets a face like a strawberry.

Now for the mixes

Strawberries and Chocolate. (Zhongluc) MMM! Classic! Love it! A staple of romance! Is it healthy? Yes of course it is! It's got fruit in it silly! Could u make it better with angst? 100% but baseline great

Strawberry and Vanilla (Chiluc) I will avoid saying a certain phrase that's ruined my life on that fucking clock app. But we know what it is. And it's good. Not everyone's taste but it's delicious. Sweet, tangy you can mix almost anything into it too spicy it up. And ya know it's kinda a comfort. Something you can relax with well at the same time being something you can spicy up and make really indulgent.

Chocolate Vanilla Swirl (Zhongchi) Well not my personal favorite. It's good and you can't go wrong. It's very basic to me personally. A sign of indecisiveness. And as in this case, it feels like "They have canon interactions so it must be!" But again it's very solid and you defiantly can't go wrong, but u can defiantly add something to it. Like a waffle cone over a sugar or maybe some sprinkles

Neapolitan (Zhongchiluc) The reason we are all here. And ya know it's such a good trio mix. Just an absolute classic. And it's good in a variety of ways. From the form, it's into how where you put the flavors together. I prefer cake where the strawberry filling is sandwiched between the chocolate and vanilla, cause it adds fresh fruitiness in-between. Or ya know I like the idea of Childe being a little ya know frustrated with Zhongli because they tricked him. And then they have a sort of friendly rivalry. But then this handsome mother fucker some in from Mondstadt to help out Liyue. And they both start going after Diluc seeing who can win him over before long they just fall in love and become willing to share to make Diluc happy. And Diluc is just lost that 2 drop-dead gorgeous men are competing for his attention. And he's having trouble computing it all. Doesn't help that One is a fucking Fatui and the other a literal god. And Well the reason I feel Diluc is more of theglue of the relationship is cause He's the balance between the two. He's calm like Zhongli a rational thinker, but much more aware of how to deal in mora. He's also can be hungry for a fight and has a lot of energy like Childe. He can also understand both of them. He knows what it's like to feel alone, and feel lose like Zhongli. But he also knows what it's like to feel want to protect your family, and like your pretending to be something you not like Childe. He's that fresh flavor that the others both need to really stand out.

TLDR I don't give a single shit about canon interactions and I feel their personalities have good mixes.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Akrasia.

Happy Birthday To the Golden Maknae.

Here’s a little treat in lieu of Jungkook’s 24th Birthday!!!

Canon Compliant.

Jungkook x OC

Word Count : 10K.

Genre : Mild Angst. ( Happy'Ending) Jungkook X OC

Akrasia (noun)

PHILOSOPHY the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgement through weakness of will.

Getting involved with someone like Jungkook is a bad idea. Do you even realize who he is? How much he’s worth? He’s easily one of the richest men in the country . He’s loved by everyone.

I wrapped the coat around myself, tighter. Everything that Lee Jiae had said was true. She was a popular idol . Someone who would actually make a good match for the Jeon Jungkook.

But even Jiae balked at the idea of going anywhere near someone like him.

Career suicide, she had said firmly. That would be career suicide, Areum. He has fangirls from all over the world. Billions of them. They will dig so deep into my past, find the most innocent of things and twist and turn it and the next thing I know, I’m being kicked out of my band, out of the company and on the streets. I don’t want that. And neither should you.

I shivered a bit. No, I thought honestly. I didn’t want that either. I was far from successful, just an up and coming soloist , with a very very niche fanbase. I did sell a lot of records and I made enough money to live comfortably but I was not a mainstream celebrity. I didn’t register on people’s radar because I stayed far away from the spotlight.

There was something about social media that made it a terrifying thing to me. It was so abstract and unreal and yet…it seemed almost like a sentient being.

A powerful sentient being that could potentially destroy my whole life.

It scared me.

And while Jungkook and BTS had conquered that particular monster, had leashed and saddled the beast and made it their own personal pet…. I didn’t want anything to do with that.

I don’t want that, I told myself firmly. I really don’t want that. I want to stay this way… make music I love… read the few dozen fan handwritten fan letters I received everyday, make the occasional appearance on a magazine cover and then just quietly retreat into my studio. I want this. And if I go anywhere near Jeon Jungkook, I’ll lose this. I’ll lose all of this.

My phone buzzed and I jumped, glancing around nervously. The late October wind was cold but not biting. Winter would come but not for a while. And yet my skin chilled in apprehension. I always felt guilty, picking up one of his calls in public. It felt like I was being watched, like everyone could hear me, on the phone …Could hear who I was talking to.

“Hello.” I whispered nervously, eyes flitting around to find a secluded spot in the park. It was early in the morning, still an hour away from sunrise and I quickly hopped over a small hedgerow and moved into a wooded area, away from the main path that had the occasional cyclist or jogger.

“You didn’t come.” His voice was honey, the way it dripped into my senses and made my breath catch. And yet it was the undercurrent of disappointment that tugged at my heart. Made guilt churn inside me in rapid little currents.

“Yes. Sorry.” I said quietly, picking my way past a few bushes to a bench a little way into the woods. It was rusty and damp because no one came here , and the darkness was absolute, only faintly broken by the dim glow of the streetlights hundred yards away. I settled into the bench nonetheless.

“Areum…. Don’t do this to me.” Jungkook said brokenly and I exhaled.

“I’m not doing anything. I’m being smart. And you should be too. You’re romanticizing something that was just…it was just a conversation. We had a conversation . That’s all that happened.” I said desperately. It was something I’d told myself over an over, these past few weeks. Weeks of avoiding his texts, of ignoring his calls.

Calls from his hyungdeul.

That had given me a whole heart attack.

“You’re just going to ignore me then? Toss my feelings away like they don’t matter?” He asked quietly and my heart clenched.

“You …” I shook my head.” You need to understand something. I’m not going to do this. I can’t afford to. I told you already Jungkook…we spent one evening talking..that’s it…we’re not dating..we don’t know each other well enough for you to be saying that you have feelings for me-“

“And I told you I don’t fucking care. “ He said sharply. “ One day… One hour…who cares? I believe in soulmates. Call me foolish and dumb but I do and when I saw you I felt that. And I know you felt it too.”

My mind flashed back to that evening. It was a private birthday party for a mutual friend. Barely a dozen of us had attended and Jungkook had been sneaking glances at me all evening, completely oblivious to the ay every woman in the room had their gaze glued on him. The party hadn’t been my thing at all and I’d sneaked away to the private terrace, accessible only through a rickety old fire escape and to my utter shock he had followed me up there.

The stars had been exceptionally bright that night, but with Jungkook sitting on the tiled roof next to me, gazing at me with all that adoration, his doe eyes had seemed to hold more of them than the night sky.

“What do you want, Jungkook?” I asked quietly.

“I want you. I know you want me. We …we understand each other. I want the same things you do. Do you even fucking realize how rare that is? To find someone who shares the same thoughts, the same dreams as you do? Who looks at the world the way you do… I… I am not foolish enough to think that there’s another girl out there who could connect to me the way you do. You call that a conversation…just a conversation…. Did you forget what kind of a conversation it was?”

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Three weeks ago

The party had barely started and I was already itching to run home. There was a particular song lyric , stuck in my head like a loop and I wanted to put it on paper as soon as possible. I had this thing where seeing something on print helped me to elaborate on an idea. Directed my train of thought in that particular direction if you willed.

Mingyu was walking around, talking to his friends and making them laugh with his witty banter but I didn’t miss the way he shot me little glances. I gave him a quick thumbs up though, to let him know I was okay. He was a childhood friend, one of the few people I’d stayed in touch with through the years. And of course, being in the same industry meant a lot of shared interests.

I moved to the side bar with the drinks and appetizers, ordering myself a diet coke before hopping onto one of the stools. I watched the dozen or so people here….His bandmates, some other idols. I recognized Yugyeom from GOT7. They were all dressed in dressy casuals : flashy shirts and tight jeans and racy little dresses and I felt out of place in my long jean skirt and tasseled leather jacket.

Sighing, I turned back to my drink when a commotion near the door made me look up.

I felt my eyes widen when I saw who it was.

The Jeon Jungkook. From BTS.

I stared at him as did pretty much every person in the room. Jungkook was easily one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen in my life, tall and just…big. I stared at the broad shoulders, the huge arms and the taut line of his abdomen, tapering into a narrow waist and long, long legs with muscular thighs. He was wearing a black shirt, unbuttoned all the way to his chest and skinny blue jeans with black boots.

I smiled, genuinely awed. Jungkook looked every bit like the untouchable superstar he was and I considered that the party hadn’t been a waste after all. The chances of me running into someone like that in person were pretty slim.

Almost at once he was surrounded and I watched as his ears turned red, gaze shifting away and an almost soft shyness in the way he bowed politely . A hesitation to be put on the spot but also a need to stay polite , probably. Laughing a bit , I watched him some more and then his gaze lifted to mine. To my surprise, his eyes went wide in what was clearly recognition.

What.

I watched as he quickly bowed and said something to the people around him before picking his way to me. My entire body went taut with surprise.

“Lee Areum ssi…” He stuttered, eyes wide and I could only gape. “ I’m a huge fan.”

I blinked.

What.

“You know who I am?” I asked , mildly horrified and he laughed nervously, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his palm across his nose before laughing a little.

“Your voice is just… something about your songs…they help me sleep when I’m too exhausted to relax.” He said softly and I felt warmth pool inside me.

“Too exhausted too sleep. That doesn’t sounf good...”

Jungkook chuckled.

“Its not. It usually happens when we’re preparing for a comeback. It different with concerts you know…we’re exhausted because we’ve been running around …singing…its all physical…mostly. And that’s easy to brush aside and sleep. But comebacks…there’s that nervousness. The worry that things may not be as good as they were. Constantly having to keep up to standards. “ He shook his head. “ it can get exhausting.”

It was something deep and oddly tragic and I was stunned that he’d shared something so… personal. To a literal stranger. But the urge to soothe..to comfort and reassure him in some way was over powering.

Instinctively, I leaned closer and lightly touched his forearm .

“But you are the standard, now, Jungkook ssi. What BTS has done, others can only dream of reaching. You’ve brought this….utopian idea that you can love yourself just the way you are… and that’s amazing. I understand the need to meet expectation but I think you’ve earned the right to sleep without being burdened by them.”

Jungkook didn’t reply, staring into my eyes and I felt my pulse kick up a notch, my eyes taking in the beautiful features and my throat went dry when his gaze dropped to where my fingers lightly brushed the soft fabric of his shirt sleeve.

“Oppa…Let’s dance.” A shrill voice behind him made us both jump and I quickly pulled my hand away. Panicking, I turned away from him fully, ducking my head so my hair could cover my face. There was a dull roaring in my head, making it hard to hear what he was saying but a second later he moved away from the bar and I exhaled sharply.

Shaking I turned back to my drink.

Another twenty minutes of trying to avoid looking at Jungkook, I gave up. This wasn’t my kind of place at all and after a quick word with Mingyu, I moved to the small balcony in the side, desperate for some fresh air. But the moment I stepped out, my eyes fell on the rickety ladder like stairs, rusty and clearly a death trap. I quickly moved to the ledge and peered up at the roof. It was a little inclined but nothing dangerous. And there was a barricade that would break my fall, just in case I slipped.

Thrilled at the prospect of doing something that was both foolish and fancy free, I quickly, climbed on to the ladder, climbing all the way over to the top and throwing my legs over the iron railing before carefully walking overt to the center of the roof. Grinning to myself, I settled on the slightly damp tiles.

“You’re lucky the ladder didn’t break .” Jungkook’s voice made me yelp and I stared as he quickly jumped over the railing himself, grinning and wiping his hands on his thighs.

“Oh my god, people are going to find us here!” I hissed, terrified and he laughed.

“Don’t worry. I told them I’m going home.”

“You lied?” I shook my head in disbelief and Jungkook hummed.

“Did I?” He pretended to think. “ Doesn’t feel like I did.”

It took me a few seconds for the implication to sink in.

I looked away, blushing a bit.

“Did I come on too strong?” He moved to sit next to me, just a foot away.

I shook my head.

“No. I’m just.. I didn’t expect you to know me. We don’t exactly run in the same circles.”

“There’s a very cliché line in my head about how you’ve been running in circles in my head for a long time but I’ll save that for our first date.” He said with a laugh and I blushed deeper.

“Date?” I shook my head, “ That’s not funny.”

“Good. Because it wasn’t a joke. Let me take you out to dinner sometime.”

I stared at him, trying to look for the punchline because even if he denied it, it was still laughable. The mere idea of it.

“Don’t turn me down Areum ssi.” He said softly and I swallowed.

“I won’t if you take it back.” I said quietly.

He sighed.

“Then…when you sang about wanting to give love a chance…wanting to free fall for once without worrying about the rocks at the bottom of the cliff, wanting to soar into the sky without thinking of the ropes trying to tether you to the ground….were you joking?”

I gaped at him.

“that’s.. those are… Those are lines from before my debut.” I said shakily.

“Like I said… I’ve been a fan for a long time.” Jungkook whispered.

The night was magical. Cool and refreshing and the night sky was resplendent, the lack of clouds offering a stellar view of the stars and yet, I found myself drawn to the galaxies swirling in his doe eyes. The strong nose and the cherry red lips, now being worried between slightly large front teeth as he stared at me with all the nervousness of a young boy.

But he wasn’t a boy. He was a man.

And this wasn’t a love song.

This was real life.

“Free falling is fun when you don’t know what you’re falling into. But when you do know that there’s a lot of pain at the end of the fall, its not something you want to experience.”

“Areum…”

“I’m flattered.” I said quickly. “ Beyond flattered…really. But… I can’t.”

“Okay. But don’t leave. Stay here with me.. for a while. Let’s talk.” He said quickly.

Jungkook was handsome and the night was still young. This maybe the last time I would ever see him and I was honest. It was flattering, receiving attention from someone like that.

I hesitated before sighing and nodding.

“Okay…let’s talk.” I smiled, throwing caution to the winds.

And talk we did. About everything and nothing. As the night grew darker, Jungkook relaxed next to me, laughing as he shared anecdotes about his members, about his family, about his brother. And then naturally about how successful they were these days and Jungkook told me that there was always a downside to fame but he enjoyed the love he received. That he loved his fans for how they treated him and his brothers.

“Fame comes with a price but it’s a small price to pay…being loved for what I do..being accepted the way I am…it feels good.” He said quietly.

“It’s not always that way though.” I pointed out honestly. “ You guys are … I won’t say lucky because you’ve definitely worked hard but you’ve been more fortunate than the rest. Sometimes the spotlight can be a terrifying place to be.”

“you forget that we were once one of the most hated idols in the country..” He laughed. “ Trust me I know.”

“I didn’t know about you guys till you got on the Billboard. And you’re an amazing singer as well.” I said softly.

He grinned , playing with the bracelets on his wrist.

“Thank you.” He said sweetly.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring up at the sky.

“I’ve never been attracted to fame.” I told him honestly.” Of course it holds its charms I suppose but I’ve always preferred the quiet of being obscure, you know. Like this secret that only a few get to learn in their lifetime.” I laughed. “ A hidden treasure maybe? Its why I started a Youtube channel instead of auditioning. Because only people who genuinely liked my music would get more of me. ” I smiled.

Jungkook hummed.

“When you first started singing your own songs on your YouTube channel? It was kind of around the same time we won our first daesang…” He smiled. “ In the MMA.”

“Oh…Really?” I asked surprised. That was nearly five years ago.

“Yeah. And till then..it was just your voice that I got to hear. You talked a bit but mostly it was just you covering someone else’s songs. And well, after we won the daesang I felt …lonely? Kind of? Scared maybe. And then you sang, ‘ White Dove’ a couple of days later and the lyrics…they just resonated with me you know. It made me feel like I knew you… Like you were a friend.”

I swallowed.

“I..thank you.” I whispered quietly, staring at my hands.

“And when you refused to sign with SM or YG. You also refused to monetize your videos on Youtube. You said your voice was your gift and you didn’t want to make money from something you’d received for free yourself. That …I loved that.”

“You’re like that too. You post your covers and songs on soundcloud for free as well.” I said quietly and he smiled.

“Like I said…we have a lot in common.” He smiled.

I smiled, shaking my head.

“I envy you.” He said quietly and I glanced at him.

“Hmm?”

“You’re just… You’re so untouched by all this. By me. It may sound incredibly narcissistic but people swoon when they see me for the first time but…you’re just you…. And that just makes me remember that you’re amazing and beautiful and you have such beautiful mind and you’re just… you’re so far out of my league. You’re so content with what you have and I wish I could be that way….But I …I can’t help but be greedy.”

“Greedy?”

“To do more. To want more. I know I should be happy that I even got to meet you . I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime in these two hours , sitting here talking to you. But I’m still greedy for more.” He stared at me with an intensity that was electric.

“More what?” I laughed.

“More of this. More of you. More of you and me together. More of us.”

“Us?” I laughed, shaking my head. “ There’s no us , Mr. Jungkook . you need to forget about that.”

“ I don’t think I can.” He said suddenly.

I felt the smile fade from my face.

“Jungkook.”

“Your song … Utopia… where you write about your idea of the perfect world. I… I loved it.” He said shakily.

“Jungkook , wait…”

“All of these days, when I listened to your songs, I would make it personal.. It would be about how those words applied to my life but with Utopia… that world you talk about …where you can be yourself, where you can sing whatever you want, be whoever you want…. When I heard that song…it became about you. About us.. I… that world you dream of.. I want to give that to you.”

My jaw dropped and I exhaled in disbelief.

“Do you realize how ridiculous that is? Your fans…our companies… Everyone will lose their minds.” I whispered, horrified.

He nodded.

“I know. I know I shouldn’t ask you this. Because it goes against my better judgement. But I can’t help. I still want to choose this. Choose you. So if there’s a word for that.. That is how I feel.”

“I.. I should go.” I said nervously, making to move but he reached out an gently gripped my wrist.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked quietly and I shook my head.

“No.. I don’t.” I said quietly.

“Good. Because neither do I. But I do believe in people who can understand you better than anyone else can. Just give me a chance. One date.”

I stayed quiet staring at my feet. There was so much to consider but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him and say no. He looked so hopeful.

“I’m busy for a couple of weeks. But there’s a beautiful terrace restaurant in Itaewon that I know. We’ll have complete privacy . I’ll get my chauffeur to pick you up. No one ill know. I just want to spend some time with you over dinner and if you have a good time….. we can meet again.”

And then what?

“I…I’ll try. But I can’t promise anything.“ I said honestly.

“That’s good enough for me. Can I have your number at least?” He asked finally.

I nodded and quietly put it into his phone.

“I’ll make the reservation and send you the details. And Areum?”

I glanced up at him.

“I’ve been free falling since I met you.”

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I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

“I do.” I said quietly. “ I do remember.”

“I haven’t stopped falling. I keep listening to your songs on loop… Because I can’t bear the thought of being away from you , of not being connected to you in some way…”

“You’re so .. you’re so intense.” I whispered shakily and he laughed.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. It’s just the way I am… I’m here you know. The restaurant I told you about. And my chauffeur is at your home. But he told me he couldn’t find you. It’s the middle of the night . where are you?”

I sighed.

“In the park opposite my house.��

Jungkook didn’t respond for a second.

“Do you want me to ask him to leave?” He asked quietly.

I took a deep breath.

“ Akrasia. “ I breathed out nervously.

“What…”

“its when someone makes a decision…against their better judgement.” I laughed nervously. “When we had that conversation , you asked me if there was a word for it. For acting against your better judgement. Akrasia is the word you’re looking for .”

He stayed quiet on the other end.

“Okay.” He said finally. “ Well, are you going to be akratic with me?” he said finally.

“Ask your driver to leave for now. And come meet me in my apartment tomorrow. I’ll make you dinner.”

Jungkook didn’t respond.

“That way we’ll have more privacy.” I said softly.

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Dating Jungkook was a lot of pain. Just as I’d anticipated. It was sitting by and watching him work himself down to the bone. It was watching people throw themselves at him and not being able to say a word. To the world he was single. And the number of women who called and hounded him was unnatural.

And he worked so hard that my heart ached for him.

One night, he missed dinner and I couldn’t reach him on the phone. I stayed up , sitting on my bed, waiting.

He came back at exactly at three in the morning. He didn't turn on the light but the moonlight through the window was sufficient to let me know that he looked terrible. i watched him shrug out of his jacket, leaning against the table , long legs crossed and crisp white shirt unbuttoned. He tugged at his tie with a sort of tired , half hearted gesture and i smiled.

i watched him for sometime, seeing him shrug out of his shirt and change into a simple white t shirt. He moved with a sort of graceful strength. Like every single cell of his body had the same confidence that he did.

It was like a dream, i realized as another dull ache of pain twisted my heart. It was like i'd slept and woken up in someone else's dream. A dream where it was okay for me to look at him and feel things for him , without fighting to convince herself that it was dangerous. That it was going to end in heartbreak.

As i watched him prepare for bed, i wondered when I had started falling so hard.

The sound of the door closing, made me look up , shaken out of my thoughts. Jungkook was locking the door behind him.

When he moved to the bed, i decided to let him know that i was awake.

"You're back?" i said softly.

He hesitated, clearly startled , before smiling at me. It was a weak smile, one that practically screamed exhaustion and i sat up straighter, watching as he moved to me side and gently stroked me hair.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He smiled.

"I was waiting for you." i said honestly holding my hand out and he took it, kissing it obediently.

"you'll have to wait longer, I'm afraid. I have a meeting tomorrow morning with PDnim and I still haven't prepped for it. I need to get an hour's sleep and get back to work. " Up close he looked so tired that i felt my heart clench in panic.

"You don't look good." i said, alarmed as i realized that his skin had a distinctively grayish tinge to it.

"Comeback times are always that way. Never good for my health." He said teasingly. He checked his phone messages before turning to me and smiling.

"I see you've been cutting back on the pain killers... are you feeling better than?" He asked. I’d been down with some menstrual cramps earlier and I was touched that he remembered, even in the mess of his schedule.

"I wish you wouldn't change the topic everytime I try to show concern for you." i said , a little bit annoyed. He grinned and touched my cheek with his forefinger.

"Just the fact that you are concerned is enough for me . anything more and I might die of happiness. you don't want that do you?" He winked.

Deciding that it was impossible to talk with the man, i asked him if he wanted something to drink.

He shook his head and climbed in next to me but before laying down, he turned to me.

He hesitated.

"Will you lend me your shoulder for the night?" He said softly , placing his hand there.

i sighed as he leaned against me . His skin felt warm against me, his hair lightly tickling me cheekbones and i threaded me finger through the silky strands.

In just a few seconds, he was fast asleep.

I stayed awake, watching the room grow steadily brighter, the weak winter sun gently finding its way into the room , much like the way the man in my arms was gently finding his way into my heart.

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"We should get a house, don't you think?" i said two months later, sitting up in bed , eating dinner while i watched him work on his files. He'd placed the desk in the far corner of the room, giving me the perfect view. And i was beginning to enjoy it a lot more than the one i could see out the window.

" A house? " Jungkook stopped and looked up. " You want to live with me ? Just the two of us?" He smiled.

Well, when he put it that way. I balked and ducked my head.

"It's too soon isn't it..I'm sorry I don't know why I..."

"What kind of a house would you prefer? Flat? Penthouse? Apartment? Duplex? Tell me....I'll get you the listings and you can pick out the ones you like . When you get better we can go pick one out." He grinned at me and i relaxed against the pillows , while he went back to his files.

"I read something online…” i said casually . He didn't look up, merely humming to acknowledge that he'd heard me.

"Did you date Lee Hyeri ?" i finally said. He stopped and looked at me.

"Yes. Many months ago. I broke up with her because I wasn’t feeling anything serious and I didn’t want to lead her one. She didn’t take it very well. ." He said softly, moving towards the bed and sitting on the edge. As was his habit, he reached for my hand, holding it in his and tracing circles with his thumb.

“She called me.” I said quietly and he stiffened.

“Shit.”

I laughed.

“She wanted to meet me . Wanted to talk about something although I have an idea what. I’m not going to indulge her though.”

“If she calls again, you should tell her that her obsession is bordering on stalking and I’m on the verge of getting a restraining order. She turned up at my studio too. Went on an on about how I broke her heart and cheated on her . ”

i hesitated , looking away from him and smiling.

"I don't know . Should I?" i shook my head. i hesitated, pulling my hand away from him. "What else did she say?" i said suddenly, remembering how angry she had sounded on the phone.

"Nothing, you need to worry about. Are you done with this? Shall I clean it up?" He reached for my dinner tray and i grabbed his wrist.

"where are you going? You should tell me what she said." i protested, but he gently pried my fingers off before dropping a kiss on me forehead .

"And You should tell me when you're going to start staying over at my apartment.. It's going to snow in a few days. Or so they say. I thought you might like to enjoy the first snow with me..." He smiled .

I took the subtle hint to drop the subject.

"You're being too wonderful. It makes my heart ache." i snuggled into my bed and pouted at him. He laughed at that.

"Take rest. I have a meeting right now. I'll be back late so you should sleep."

I watched him leave, feeling oddly bereft. I was growing to love him deeply.

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As with every couple in the world, our fights were often over the silliest things.

"You're still angry." I said casually, watching him work on his documents, the low burning desk light setting his features in sharp relief. He looked at me for a second and shook his head.

"I'm not angry , Areum. I'm busy. There is a difference." He said with a sigh, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye. I watched the gesture and sat up straighter in bed, leaning over the side to stare at the clock there. It read 1.15 Am.

"It's snowing." I said softly, getting one my knees and peering out the windows. Through the haze of moonlight, I watched the small flakes drift down over the neatly cut hedgerows, making each segment of the garden look like neat cut slices of cake with vanilla cream frosting. I grinned at the little wisps of cotton white snow, clinging to each little branch on the trees and felt my heart swell with joy.

"I suppose you're too busy to make good on your promise." I said naughtily, peering over my shoulder to glance at him.

"Promise?"

"That you'll walk with me , in the first snow." I said, turning around and getting out of bed, slipping my feet into my fur slippers. I watched him fight with himself , the emotions warring across his handsome face and held my breath.

finally he sighed and stood up. I tried to keep the triumphant grin off my face and failed miserably. I felt awful, because deep down I had known that no matter how angry or upset he was, Jungkook would never break a promise. And I'd worded my request that way, just to take advantage of that little chink of honor that he always lived by.

"Alright then. Let's go take a walk in the first snow." He said softly.

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"You love snow."

"How did you know that?" I said surprised, lightly grabbing the low lying branch till it showered both of us with soft white flakes.

"You make these little sounds , everytime you see snow. I've noticed it from the time we met." Jungkook grinned .

I laughed and turned away. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fairytale, the white landscape making me feel like some exotic Ice Queen. I walked ahead of him, running a few steps till I was about ten feet ahead of him. I turned around, facing him as I walked backwards. He laughed at that.

"Be careful. The snow looks soft but the fall will hurt." He warned me, putting his hands in his pockets and narrowing his shoulders to fight the chill. I smiled and shook my head.

"I want to look at you and make sure that you're not angry with me anymore." I said, enjoying the way he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm not angry. I told you that."

"Yes. You did. But i didn't tell you I'm sorry, did I?" I said softly, stopping in my tracks and watching as he drew closer. Jungkook gave me a curious glance, walking slowly till he was just in front of me.

"I'm sorry I said I'll leave you." I said honestly. He looked surprised but smiled nonetheless.

"Duly noted." He bowed his head, tipping an imaginary hat at me. Smiling, I turned around I ran a few more steps and instinctively knelt on the ground

"Don't ." He said suddenly.

I looked up from where I was gathering a handful of snow. I gave him an innocent smile.

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking. don't do it." He said, taking a step back. I felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through me, realizing that the big bad wolf was actually scared of being hit by a snowball.

"You should know why I like snow so much.." I grinned with mischief and he gave me a look of disbelief.

"I don't think you can hit me. You're forgetting that i'm an expert at taekwondo.”

I held my hand up and threw , cursing when he casually stepped out of the way, laughing at the look on my face.

"You have to concentrate on what you're doing. Anticipate my next move and react accordingly." He advised, bending down to get some snow for himself.

"React to this!!" I grabbed two handfuls of snow and ran straight at him, grinning as I leapt on him.

We landed on the snow, Jungkook on his back and I right on top of him, laughing as I smeared the snow on his face. He spluttered in disbelief and swiftly, threw his weight over, pinning me to the ground and straddling me, fingers swiftly grabbing my wrists and pushing my hands over my head, leaving me vulnerable and helpless, as he shook his head , showering me with ice cold flakes.

I squeaked in surprise and he laughed hard.

Watching him laugh, full and open , I realized that I'd never watched him laugh that way before.

He looked exhilarated.

Yanking my hand out of his grasp, I grabbed his collar, pulling him down for a kiss.

the first touch of his lips to mine, felt like the sweetest, coolest sip of crystal waters after a lifelong thirst .

I sank into the snow, sighing into the sweetness and the gentle pressure of his lips against me, the first touch of his tongue, making heat seep through my body, despite the cold. I curled my fingers into the fur near his neck, smiling into the kiss as he slipped one hand into my hair, gently tilting my head for better access.

He kissed me softly. He kissed me deeply.

He kissed me like that was what he'd been put on the earth to do.

But mostly he kissed me like that was all he wanted .

It was so absurdly romantic that I wanted to laugh .

I could catch whiffs of his scent, even though my eyes were watering and mey nose felt like it was running. Some elusive cologne mixed with the scent of clean male skin . It made me heat up in ways that curled my toes in my fur boots. Each little kiss lasted a little longer than the one before, till I was certain that I was going to melt into the snow. And each little breath felt like a little wisp of my soul leaving my body and mingling with his.

We kissed and kissed and kissed, while the snow fell in white flakes around us .

First Snow. first kiss, I thought happily.

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After our little episode in the garden, I found that I felt something akin to desperation everytime I came in contact with Jungkook.

It's not that I woke up one day and realized that something had changed in the way I watched Jungkook.

. That my eyes lingered, not just on his face but on the curve of his lips, the edge of his jaw, the exposed skin of his neck. My fingers wanted to reach out and grip, not just the strength of his shoulders and the slender digits of his hand but also his lean waist.

I began losing my mind, slowly and painfully. Suffocating when Jungkook got too close , choking when he went away too far.

As they spent time together, Jungkook began touching me.

. Not too often and never in an intrusive way , but every time his fingers traced the back of my palm or brushed back my hair, my throat went dry and my heart stopped pumping blood and I felt like like a fool because I had no idea if Jungkook felt half of what I was feeling.

In fact I was certain that Jungkook didn’t feel anything at all.

What I was feeling was painful and confusing and if Jungkook felt any of it, he would be running as far away from me as possible, not moving closer and closer.

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“Why are you so nervous?” Jungkook laughed and I bit my nails nervously, glancing around the reception hesitantly. The workers were all busy, no one spared us so much as a glance but I couldn’t help but feel terrified.

“It’s only us here? For the whole weekend? No one else?” I asked again for the hundredth time.

Jungkook groaned, shaking his head and ignoring me, holding his hand out for the keys to our cottage. I yelped a bit when he began walking away without waiting for me, running to keep up with his long strides.

“Sorry…I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” I said quietly, slipping my hand into his, linking our fingers together and smiling a little.

He squeezed my hand gently before pulling away to wrap me in a one armed huge, pressing a kiss to my neck.

“I booked the entire resort for the weekend. The staff have all signed a confidentiality agreement. No one is going to know we’re here. You can be as loud as you want.” He whispered and I yelped, hitting his chest,” let me finish….” He laughed. “ When you yell at me. You can be as loud as you want when you yell at me.”

“You’re a terrible person.” I whispered , burying my face into his arm in mortification.

Jungkook merely laughed .

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"You seem tense." He said that evening, as the pair of us sat on the back deck , glasses of bubble tea in hand , watching the waves break out on the rocks. Slow but persistent , gradually breaking the rock's resistance and carving its way into its heart.

"Can we ever …truly be relaxed ?" I asked , a little bit of desperation in my tone. Jungkook didn’t turn to look at me . Instead he took a picture of the rocks and the sea with his phone.

"That's a pretty loaded question. With a lot of answers."

I stared at him, wondering why I was more confused now than before.

"Sometimes I can't understand you at all." I said quietly, shaking my head.

“Do you understand that I love you?” He said softly.

I hesitated before nodding.

“That’s the only thing that matters to me.”

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The boys dropped by for a visit the next day.

I sat down on the open deck, opposite Namjoon for a game of chess. Jungkook slid into the armchair next to me.

"Are you winning?" Jungkook asked quietly and I shot him a glare, which gets a smile in return promptly. It was like he always knew what to say , how to manipulate my thoughts and emotions, how to make me look and feel a certain way , just so he could steal that part of mr away.

How evil.

At first I didn’t notice that he was sitting a bit too close for comfort, because as such, we've lived on top of each other for quite a while now. But after a while I became aware of the warmth of his thigh, solid and strong against my own, evident even through the layers of jean separating them.

I tried to move away, surreptitiously, but Jungkook only moved closer.

"Try this."

His fingers fluttered over my thigh, intentionally or not I would never know, reaching for my queen and I tried not to jump out of my skin, gritting my teeth as my muscles stiffened, my nerves tingling like electric.

I licked my lips and Jungkook’s eyes flickered up at the movement, a gentle smile tugging at his lips and my gut clenched in embarrassment. But the brunette moved even closer, his bare arm now brushing against mine and I had to swallow the desperate urge to get up and just run.

"Well, this is entertaining." Namjoon said suddenly and i looks at my opponent for the first time since Jungkook’s arrival. Namjoon was leaning back in his armchair, amusement shining out of his eyes .

I scrambled in a bid to put space between Jungkook and I and failed miserably.

"He's just helping me with chess." I said desperately.

"Oh, is that what they call it these days?" Namjoon leaned forward looking very intrigued.

Jungkook reached out and clonked him on the head but his eyes were laughing and I wondered how this was going to end. I wanted it. Wanted to take that final step with Jungkook but I was also so , so scared.

Would it change things. For the better? For worse?

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Jungkook, I soon realized, took the way I was shying away from him , as some sort of a twisted challenge to get closer than ever. The more I moved away, the closer Jungkook gets , touching me in gentle intimate little touches and every time he did, a slow simmering fire started at the pit of my stomach, reaching out in gentle upward licks , drying my throat and turning my insides into molten goo.

She's almost tempted to ask Jungkook if he feels the same way but she's saved the trouble later that week.

"I want you."

I froze on the spot, fingers stopping in mid air, inches from picking up a slice of apple, neatly placed on the tray. We were in the dining room, Jungkook sitting with a set of files spread out in front of him and me with a knife and a few uncut apples in a basket.

"You..what?" I squeaked.

" I'm attracted to you and I really want to have sex with you." Jungkook said , almost carefully.

Like he was announcing the weather. Like his words weren’t carefully calculated to turn my world upside down.

"Alright. " I whispered, not even sure what else I could say to that.

I stole a glance at Jungkook who was grinning from ear to ear. I felt blush rushing up my body, the blood flooding my face so quick it made me dizzy..

"Don't .. Don't look at me like that." I whispered, mortified to sound like a sixteen year old girl.

"Do you want me to leave now?" Jungkook reached out , placing a soft hand on my palm and it took all my willpower not to grab Jungkook and hug him. Instead I managed a weak smile. My mind was a few seconds away from collapsing in on itself and I was too stunnedto think straight.

So I answered the question at face value.

"No, I don't want you to leave now. "

"Okay. Go ahead, eat your fruit. It's good for you."

Jungkook smiled again, serene and perfectly at peace with the world.

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At eleven thirty on Saturday night, both Jungkook and I sneaked out of the hotel, arms laden with our picnic basket and coats draped over our shoulders. Once we reached large pond in the outer edge of the property, Jungkook made quick work of the blanket, spreading it out on the artificial lawn that surrounded it.

I settled down on it, reaching out and dipping my legs in the water. It's a bit chilly but only for a second. I wriggled my toes playfully and Jungkook slipped a bit closer to me, letting his foot sink in next to mine.

We played around for a while, splashing water on each other and then I pulled my legs out.

"You okay?" Jungkook asked softly and I turned around to stare at him , a little apprehensive. There are so many things wrong with this , a part of me screams. But there's a part of me that longs, so badly , for this simplicity. Longs and has longed, all my life. Just this, the chance to relax and be myself and play around with water in the moonlight.

"I'm not sure." I admitted, honestly.

"Tell me. " Jungkook said and for once his voice isn't relaxed. Instead it's a bit urgent and anxious.

"We're not... I’m so scared that we'll never make it, you know." I sighed, dipping my legs back into the water, just as Jungkook pulled his out.

"Why? Because of the media ?" There’s a hint of bitterness in his voice and I hated myself for bringing this up. We were supposed to be spending time together, enjoying each other’s company. I wasn’t sup[posed to be ruining the mood like this.

"It's nothing. I just.. I don't want you to get hurt." I said honestly.

"Because of you? Because I'm with you?" Jungkook's voice was lot softer now, the bitterness replaced by concern.

"I.. Yes.. I mean... I'm.."

"You're a gorgeous young woman who is intelligent and charming. Why would I ever give you up?" Jungkook asked, reaching out and wrapping an arm around my shoulder but I couldn’t help but sigh.

"That's.. that's not what everyone else thinks." I reminded him. “ And that not what they’ll say, if you ever tell them the truth about us.”

"No it isn't. And I won't say something stupid like , it doesn't matter what others think. Because it does, I know it does. And it's going to hurt. In fact I think it would hurt you a lot more than it would hurt me. But if I don't... If I don't take a chance with us... that's going to hurt me too. So its a choice. I can either choose to get hurt by people I don't give a damn about , and in return I get... get to be with someone I really...like…..

"Or, I give up the woman I love and get hurt by my own decision. " Jungkook finished.

"We hurt either way." I smiled bitterly, Jungkook's words making a lot of sense.

"Yes. All you need to choose is , what's worth the hurt? Being with me, or society's approval?" Jungkook leaned forward slightly and I blinked.

We stayed that way staring at each other for a second and then he pulled away and sighed deeply.

"I've already chosen, I. I'm not pushing you, but I hope you'll pick me." He said quietly.

I stared into the night, thoughtfully. So easy, I told myself. So easy to turn around right now and kiss Jungkook, tell him that I didn’t deserve so much happiness. That my heart was so light, I wanted to spout wings and fly.

So easy but so frightening.

The wind picked up somewhere and somehow a draught found its way inside and I shivered a little, only to have a warm blanket wrapped around my shoulder. Jungkook snuggled in with me and we huddled together

My thoughts tripped over each other and I wanted to run away but I stayed still, letting the gentle lap of the water against my toe, calm my inner turmoil.

"It's just you and me." Jungkook whispered, " Right now. Just you and me. Let's pretend we're the only ones on the planet."

I turned around to the brunette in surprise but Jungkook's looking out into the water, lit by a full moon from the skylight.

"Just you and me. " He said absently and I nodded, looping my fingers with Jungkook's. We sat in silence, pressed against each other and I waited till the moon slipped behind a cloud before turning around, slightly, and pressing my lips against Jungkook's.

It's soft and very short, over before it even begins and Jungkook smiled into the kiss.

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Jungkook teasingly pushes her back and Areum falls back against the soft mattress, like she's been shoved. She melts into the kiss and then Jungkook’s lips move away, dragging his teeth and tongue over the exposed expanse of her neck, lightly sucking and biting and then soothing with his tongue. Areum gasps and struggles and fights for air, before dragging their lips together again.

Jungkook kisses her until she's splayed flat against the bed, eyes wide and lost and lips parted, blush staining her cheeks and then Jungkook's reaching out to the table and pulling his camera , snapping a picture.

"You're such a weirdo!" Areum laughs , too turned on to be annoyed.

"No, just a man. A man in love." Jungkook leans down, pushing his hips down into hers and she gasps at the friction. They make quick work of their jeans and suddenly its skin on skin and she's not sure if she's doing this right.

"Jungkook.. I..I.."

"Hey, relax. I got you." Jungkook holds her close, just holding her, cradling her almost and the familiar words smooth away her apprehensions and he's moving closer, trying to pull more sounds out of her, his lips tracing the line of her chest, tongue swirling around one nipple before moving down and down, dipping lightly into her belly button.

And then the camera is tossed to the side, Jungkook flipping them over with ease , his lips moving down , tongue dipping into the curve of her waist down and then further down , lightly licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves near her center and Areum's pretty certain she loses her mind at that point.

"You're amazing." He whispers, and she nearly flies off the bed when Jungkook slides a single digit in, slowly , so slowly. She’s wet and ready but her body is still stuck in auto pilot and she wants to close her legs instinctively.

"Relax for me." Jungkook whispers, lips close to her ear, licking and teasing .

"I'll make it good. Just relax for me." Jungkook says again, gently, lapping at her neck and Areum unclenches her thighs letting him work his way in, sighing when the slide becomes a little more easy and a little more familiar.

"So beautiful." Jungkook whispers and Areum laughs, shaking her head.

"It's dark, you can't even see-"

"I can’t see but I can feel you. i can feel you and you’re so fucking gorgeous." He slips another finger in and curls his fingers against the walls of her insides and the gentle press of the pad of his finger is too much and not enough , all at once. Her head falls back into the pillow, all coherency leaving her body in a single whoosh of breath.

"Look at me. Only me." She whispers when Jungkook thrusts into her for the first time and Jungkook nods shakily and he pushes in, leaving her trembling at the ache and the pain and wanting to cry out, but she swallows it all down because she knows it’s going to get better .

"Don't wander off. " Areum whispers, pulling him down for a kiss and Jungkook pushes in deeper, earning a gasp. He wishes he could explain, that he can't ever think of anything but her because she is the perfect dream.

“I love this. I love you. “ she whispered and he had to physically restrain himself from burying himself to the hilt inside her. Her body was still getting used to him. He didn’t want to hurt her but God, she felt so amazing around him. the heat and wetness driving him crazy in a way that couldn’t be explained.

“Hold me tight.”

And she did.

With her arms and her legs and her body and her.....everything.

When she clenched around him, his mind went blissfully blank, her orgasm hitting him like an earth shattering, bone melting , heart stopping explosion of bliss.

He fell against her, careful not to crush her with his weight and rolled to the side gathering her close.

Someday he would hurt her, he was sure of it. He was an idiot after all and he knew he would find a way to muck this up and ruin it for them but for now, he wasn’t going to think about any of that.

For now, he was going to enjoy the intimacy of making love to the woman he loved.

Author’s Note : Hope you guys liked it! it was supposed to be very angsty but its really not lol....

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