#Mathilde best friend

[chieftyphoonchaos]

A calm Safin Sunday.🍵🍵❤️❤️

Together with my beautiful fiancée Countess Mathilde/Rose, Dou Dou one of her best friends Morticia and her husband Gomez and their newborn daughter Wednesday and her mother and Thing, I wish you a beautiful and peaceful Sunday and a lovely tea time with your loved ones and friends.

The Adams family honoured us with a visit and their congratulations on our wedding next year and will also be our witnesses at that very big and beautiful moment in our "Poison Garden".

Much love.....

Lytsifer and Mathilde❤️❤️

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[nolita-fairytale]

new year's eve & day with chef luca

a/n: just a little headcanon that came to me on my hot girl walk, lightly inspired by marc vetri's episode of chef's night out & t. swift's 'new year's day.' wherever you are in the world right now, happy new year, loves!

i wrote this with the world of burn your life down in mind, writing in original characters from it. however, if you haven't read the series, you should still be able to read this headcanon!

new year's eve & day with boyfriend! luca:

astrid and lina (your former sisters-in-law) come to visit copenhagen after christmas and right before new year's, and you're determined to show them a great time.

jesper has made plans for the evening, picking out which club you'll convene at to ring in the new year. what is supposed to be a few cocktails at a trendy new speakeasy bar hidden inside of a hotel lobby quickly turns into dancing at a trendy club a few blocks down.

it's you, luca, mathilde, emil (mathilde's husband who, i've always pictured as rege-jean page) jesper, astrid, and lina. astrid is making friends right and left and you and lina are thick as thieves, so happy she came out to visit. ("i suppose he's beginning to grow on me," lina admits with a sigh and a playful eye roll, in reference to luca).

"where to next?" lina asks. "oh my god, i'm starving!" astrid adds, before trying her best to rally everyone to grab a first bite of the new year. it's a no brainer to invite everyone back to you and luca's place for food, riding high on good company and fancy champagne.

you make a simple yet delicious and easy pesto spaghetti as luca stays by your side, whispering in your ear while he thinks no one is paying attention: "you know i love our people... but i can't wait to get you alone, my love."

while you plate up bowls of pasta, luca pours everyone a night cap, and you all spread out around the living room to eat. it feels good to be in the best company -- some from your life pre-copenhagen (and pre-luca), and the others, the most important people in this new chapter of your life that you've come to love so deeply.

everyone stumbles home or back to their hotel between 2 and 4 am, and by the time everyone is gone, you and luca are exhausted. you both agree that while you weren't expecting to have as long of a night as you did, you're glad you hosted and cooked for your people.

the next morning, luca makes good on his promise from the night before, his mind set on starting the new year with bang. "well, we gotta start the new year off right, darling? don't you think?" he asks you as he presses you into the mattress, his hands sliding underneath the t-shirt you put on before bed. "well, we did miss the fireworks last night," you justify with a giggle as you chase his mouth with yours. "guess we'll have to make some of our own."

by the time you're out of the bed (and out of the shower), astrid and lina are ready to reconvene. you and luca meet them at one of your favorite bakeries for brunch (and a little hair of the dog). you go around the table sharing favorite memories from the year before and resolutions for the new year.

post-brunch, you and luca take the most leisurely stroll home and then a long nap.

at some point, you begin to clean up from last night's impromptu pasta party, hand washing your stainless steel pans and wondering how the hell all of this glitter got into your apartment.

"anything you wish for the new year, my love?" you ask luca as he goes through a drawer in need of a decluttering.

"well, we are opening a restaurant together," he replies, cheekily. "so i suppose that."

"i suppose," you return, before leaving a soft kiss against his lips. you move on to your next house project, reflecting on just how beautifully both you and luca have woven your lives together over the past year.

[areyoudreaminof]

Next Gen Headcanons:

Nyx:

-very into architecture, loves buildings. The Prythian equivalent of a lego kid. Builds Feyre a studio and builds Oriana a little dollhouse.

-He carves little wooden animals, like his grandfather. His mother and aunts aren’t sure what to make of it at first, but they grow to love it.

-Nyx wears goggles when he flies high. When he’s older (like 100) he gets really into the idea of an aerial corps for the Illyrians.

-He loves all his cousins but is closest to Cricket. They’re called the “Terror Twins” in the family. 

-Not much of a “ladies man” in the traditional sense, but the ladies love him because he’s easy going, respectful, and doesn’t play games.

-he’s an okay artist, if he put in more effort he’d be better. 

-he’s embarrassed by Rhys’s over the top fashion sense. 

-he’s a daemati, but hates going into people’s minds unless absolutely necessary. 

-very close to Az and Nesta. He trusts them both implicitly. And his first word after "Mama" was "Nena!" for Nesta, of course.

-his best friend is the Winter Court Heir. They have a secret handshake.

Cricket:

-Helion’s shadow. She breeds horses and Pegasi with her grandfather and they’re very, very close. She’s a very talented equestrian and trains the Day Court horses on her own. 

-Her real name, Mathilde, comes from the Lady of Autumn's sister. Lucien gave her the nickname Cricket, when she was a baby. She babbled at night.

-she’s a Spell Cleaver and she got all the Day Court powers. No Autumn powers to be seen

-When she grows up, she becomes THE Emissary for all the courts and the human lands since she’s so well connected. She really doesn’t want to be the heir. She's ruthless at negotiation, thanks to Eris's training.

-Cricket is Lucien with a better upbringing. Snarky af.

-Rhys is her favorite Night Court uncle, but also her mortal enemy in their prank war.

-Very close to her parents. While she got Lucien’s hair and eyes, she got a lot of Elain’s features. 

-Extremely close to Eris. She is given Autumn citizenship, title of Grand Duchess of Autumn and a smokehound. She calls her hound Trajan, her favorite Day Court hero.

Froggy:

-she is a prodigy and teaches herself to read at some young ass age. Very quiet and proper, but isn’t afraid to get dirty. She speaks Scythian fluently and teaches herself old High Fae. 

-Her real name, Cyra, is an ancient Day Court name. Helion picked it out. Froggy comes from Cricket, who thought her baby sister looked like a frog when she was born.

-she looks the most like Helion, and has “Day Court looks” with Elain's golden heir. Which is funny because she got the Autumn flame and is more or less considered Eris’ heir by himself and the Autumn court. 

-her smokehound is named Brigid, the first fae in Autumn to wield fire, whom she idolizes.  

-She is super close to Nesta and Feyre. She adores Cassian. 

- she’s very empathetic. I toyed a lot with her getting the Seer gift, but she instead has a very good intuition. 

-She always wears a bow in her hair. She thinks it looks sophisticated. She picked it up from her human cousins in Scythia.

Orianna

-very funny and mischievous and caring. Spoiled rotten by her parents and the House.

-The House LOVES HER. The House gives her the best room, and a kitten. It just showed up when she wanted it. It's a real kitten she calls Pudding.

--she loves music and singing. When she’s older (a few hundred years old) she does a research project for the library and compiles old oral folk tales and songs from the women in Illyria. 

-Nesta’s velcro child. Orianna is ride or die for her mother. She does love her Daddy though. 

--her wings are from her grandmother. 

-She and Froggy are the closest, but she hero worships Cricket and Nyx. 

-Orianna was also raised and watched a lot by Clotho and the other priestess in the library. She is named Research Assistant when she's little and she takes it VERY seriously. She loves Clotho the most.

-She is the official representative of the Library at the House to the Day Court.

-Gwyn and Emerie are her aunts. Full stop.

-she loves her Aunt Feyre and loves to paint with her. 

-when she feels angry and upset, Uncle Az takes her for “quiet time” where they color together. It helps her calm down. He teachers her how to sing and old Illyrian songs.

-Cassian calls her his princess.

-she will become the first Valkyrie Librarian

[paddockbunny]

F*ck Ana!

Summary : ONE SHOT! Ana was your best friend and had been so since childhood. You played Barbies together. Done ballet and gymnastics together. Fell in love together. Went through your first heart break together. Everything. But when she suddenly goes from being your best friend to nothing but a narcissistic bully well, time for getting your own back….and what’s better payback than stealing your best friends boyfriend? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader Word Count : 4, 716 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, adult language, ANGST!, bullying themes, cheating trope, best friends boyfriend, public sex, oral male receiving, nearly getting caught Song Inspo : All Night - Bree Runaway 💞 Authors Note : For the purposes of this fic we’re going to call Lando’s gf Ana

Fuck Ana!

“Why the fuck did you even come?” Ana screamed at you after flicking her hair in your face which made the other friends in your circle snigger. “All I asked was if you had any gum, fuck!” You scoffed. She turned to Mathilde and made some gesture like you were talk, talk, talking. “Honestly, if you don’t want to be here just leave.” She added, loud enough everyone could hear.

Ana was your best friend and since she starting hanging around with this new group of friends she had turned into the biggest bitch ever, borderline evil even. You had known each other since the pair of you were six and neither of you had ever so much as raised your voices to each other before. She had she ever spoken to you like this. She would never have humiliated you before like how she was doing now. The pair of you were almost like sisters you were that close and now she seemed to always want rid of you. It made you feel terrible, awful even. It made you feel like you were no longer good enough now she had friends that were into the whole “influencer” culture too. You couldn’t even could all of the times she asked you to step out of her pictures this trip alone and stood holding her bags. Thing was the fact that she wasn’t like this 6 months ago meant you chalked this asshole behaviour up to her new fucking boyfriend Lando Norris. That was harsh. It wasn’t really his fault. You didn’t have a problem with him. He was always nice to you and quite funny to be fair to him. But the adoration and interest in her since she went public with him turned Ana into a monster. Her ego was so inflated and she how much she liked people knowing she was with him made you feel sorry for him. He probably couldn’t see how much he was being used by her.

“Seriously, just go back to the hotel. You won’t be missed.” Mathilde rolled her eyes at you and looked you up and down like you were trash. You could stomach Ana talking down to you - after all once her relationship with Lando inevitably ended she would come running back to you to comfort her like she had done before - but not Mathilde. Fuck that bitch. She was borderline psychotic she was that wicked, vindictive and vicious. She spoke as little as possible to you and claimed she didn’t understand your accent and it wasn’t the same as Ana’s. She made you feel like pond scum, chewing gum she had stepped on, a used tissue. And to your testament, you took all of her attitude with a pinch of salt because you knew she was only where she was because of the famous men she had banged. “If you have nothing nice to say, Mathilde, just keep your fucking mouth shut. Coco the clown called and he wants his make-up back.” You scoffed but she didn’t hear you over the loud music. However, Lando was standing close enough and the smirk that appeared on his face before he roared loudly with laughter made you smile coyly.

Fuck Ana!

A barking order to go dance came from Ana but her boyfriend refused and held up his drink to signal he was happy where he was. You? Well you weren’t included anyway. You sat in the booth and watched as these fake bitches headed down to dance out of sight of the VIP table Lando had purchased for your group. The second he was confident that they couldn’t see, Lando slid across the booth and saddled up to your side.

“Why do you let her talk to you like that?” He spoke loudly against your ear. His hot breath sending a shiver across your skin. Now listen, Lando was handsome, you couldn’t control how your body reacted to him. He had this whole geeky chic thing going on that was normally more your type than Ana’s - she went for the big boxer, muscle city, poser type usually - so the fact your body reacted to him wasn’t something to write home about. “She’s my best friend.” You shrug and he watches you do so. His eyes seem darker than you had ever seen them and if he was single you would have thought that was an indication of something. “I hate what she’s become since dating you and how she seems to be into the sudden fame and “fans” that she’s gained. I fucking hate her so much right now but….” You realised how comfortable you were and blurted it out “….fuck, Lando I’m….oh god! I didn’t mean that!” You panicked. Instantly turning to him and putting your hands on his shirt to grab at him. Hoping you could convey that you didn’t mean it and that your lips had become loose from the alcohol. “Can I be honest?” Stress. You just felt stress at whatever was going to come out of his mouth. “I would have chosen you if I had met you first. She’s fun and everything but you…you’re something else.”

WOAH! He hit you straight out of the ball park with that one. What the fuck? What was he talking about? How strong was his drinks? He was joking right? He was mocking you like Ana had done? This was a game, a test, to check how you would react. “This week, it’s just shown me that I don’t think we’re right for each other, Ana and me.” He was digging a hole? Was he aware of what he was saying? Was he aware of who he was saying it too? And Ana was head over heels for him, or you’re sure she is because she doesn’t really talk about him like she has with other boyfriends. “Lando, I don’t think you….” “No I do.” His voice went serious and dark. “How she treats you when you’re so loving and sweet, it fucking annoys me.” You swallowed “and how you take it, you just take all her shit without fighting back.” Was he inadvertently calling you weak? Was he implying you were a push over? “You’re so graceful.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to fight back. I just think you need to pick your battles.” You shout over the music. “But don’t you ever want to wipe the smile off her face?” He asked and took a sip of whatever he was drinking. You did. You wanted to do that a lot recently. You wanted her to take you seriously and not treat you like a doormat. Instinctively you turned to look toward the dance floor and all the sweaty body grinding and writhing on each other to the music. But you were aware that Lando’s eyes were trained and fixed on you. You were in his crosshairs and your stomach flipped nervously. What the fuck did he want? Why was he looking at you like that?

“Did anyone tell you how good you look tonight?” His voice sounded so different and you weren’t knew to this. You twigged what he was trying to do. You caught on. Fuck! The sage-y green of his eyes positively flowed under the dark mood lighting of the club. Your own watched as he let his trail down your body. Lingering for a moment on your boobs and the gap that showed of the taut tanned skin of your stomach. “You’re so fucking hot…”. “Lando….what are you….” You wanted to ask him what he was doing because this wasn’t what a guy says to his girlfriends friend without wanting to start trouble. And as quickly as the whole thing happened he pulled back and took another swig of his drink just in time for Ana and Mathilde to return with the rest of the group.

You must have looked like a right deer in the headlights. Totally dazed and confused. The chatter happened around you and you thought about nothing but these confessions Lando had made to you. And glancing at him didn’t help because he kept stealing glimpsing at you when you did and you felt like you had some sort of dirty little secret. “What the fuck!” Ana stretched above the music and let out a loud scream as she held her phone out. “Look who has just followed me!” She exclaimed. The rest of the people at the table made a big deal out of it but you sat zoned out - still thinking about Lando - until she honed in on the fact you weren’t going crazy. “Jesus, can’t you be fucking happy for me?” You we’re pulled out of your own mind “Huh? Sorry I was….I didn’t see who it was” the attempt to cover up was thin and she saw through it “Fuck off, y/n!” She screamed so loudly that even Mathilde was surprised “you’re never fucking happy for me. I book the swimsuit thing and it’s just a fake “oh my god, well done” and when I bought my car you didn’t even congratulate me.” When she bought that car she was right, you didn’t congratulate her because it was super materialistic and she was far too excited about it for you to engage with her on it. But she was wrong about the swimsuit advert. You got custom cupcakes made that she made you take back because she didn’t want to get fat before it. It was selective what she wanted to remember.

“She seems to have a problem celebrating your accomplishments.” Mathilde added “perhaps because she has none of her own so doesn’t know how to do it for others.” And at that moment Mathilde’s hand shot up for the attention of a bottle girl and she loudly ordered a bottle of expensive champagne all for pure show. You could feel Lando’s eyes on you again.

Fuck Ana!

This time. You were pissed off. You were upset. You were angry. You could buy the expensive champagne she craved if that was what she wanted but you knew it wouldn’t make her happy. And the more you sat getting more and more annoyed with the situation you realised Lando was right, you didn’t fight back enough. “Y’know, Ana…fuck you!” You shouted “you want people to sit and celebrate the most vapid, pathetic, superficial bullshit. So now you have Mathilde to blow smoke up your ass I won’t sit and inflate your advancing ego anytime soon so…excuse me.” You pushed your way out of the booth and made your way down to the bathrooms.

Once upon a time you knew she would have realised what you were saying was true and probably come to you in tears at how truly awful she had been but now, you weren’t so sure. She was too much on that “influencer” bullshit to care about loosing friends anymore. You had locked yourself in a stall just for the momentary escape. Needing a moment or two to work out what you were going to do now. You couldn’t continue on the vacation now so would need to transfer some money into your account to book an emergency flight back home. You’d need to pack all your stuff and probably spend the night in a hotel somewhere. And although you thought you should probably be sitting in tears right now you were still seething from the events of the evening. That was until you heard a deliberate cough that was definitely not from a female and acting upon instinct - actually, you thought it was a bouncer coming to throw you out of the nightclub for causing a scene - you tentatively opened the door.

Lando

“What do you want?” You asked with an eye-roll. He was probably sent to tell you to go back to the villa, get your shit and leave. Taking a few purposeful steps out of the stall you waited on his response. But before you could even really process what was going on Lando’s mouth was on yours and he mumbled; “you”. His lips were full, pouty and worked perfectly with yours because fuck, you didn’t even twig until you thought about it but you were kissing him back. It was as if your body took over and gave your mind what it craved. Not that you had been craving Lando specifically but just the feeling of someone wanting you. One of his massive hands found the gap between your top and your skirt and gripped your flesh so hard you knew you would have bruises. The other fixed in your hair at the back of your head and surprisingly he seemed to really know what he was doing. Which was good because right then in the moment you were struggling to even form a single thought in your head. His tongue slid into your mouth and caressed your own and you let a small moan escape up your throat. Fuck. He was so in command that you felt like putty in his hands.

Fuck Ana!

You thought as he tugged on your hair and walked you backward back into the stall you had just exited. Lando’s sudden hunger and desire seemed to automatically consume him and the words he had spoken earlier swirled around in your head. He would have chosen you if he had met you first. He thinks your something else. He called you loving and sweet, he called you graceful, he called you hot. His eyes burned your skin they were that fixed with intent of you. Lando pushed the door closed on the stall and locked it. Not that you saw it, you just heard it, you were too preoccupied by how Lando was making you feel. How you felt like you were the desired one for a change. The hand that had been on your waist was now securely around your throat but he didn’t press down to choke you, he just hovered it there like he wanted too. Kinky. You didn’t have him down for being kinky. And then you became hyper aware of your own hands simply gripping on to his expensive designer t-shirt. Fuck it. You might only get to experience this once, you may as well live. Your hands went to his throat but where his just sat upon your neck, yours squeezed and he immediately pulled back when a groan escaped him. He swore under his breath before shakily laughing. “Do it again.” And you happily obliged him. You could see how the enjoyment of it excited him. And you could feel it too. Against your thigh was the very much hard, erect cock of Lando Norris. And fuck, did that turn you on. It made a wetness pool in your panties knowing it was you that got him like that. So hard there was a visible outline of his member straining in his jeans. You squeezed his throat again and it brought out another groan from him but you wanted more now that you had a taster of what you were working with.

And so, without warning, your desire consumed you. You sunk to your knees. “You don’t have….” Lando was about to tell you you didn’t have to do what you wanted so desperately to do. You were “lost in the moment” as people say and you simply looked up at him with big, hopeful eyes. Your hands confidently unbuttoned his jeans Lando didn’t say anything else. He simply stared down at you. Watching your every move. You pushed his shirt up a little to expose his lower taught stomach to you and ghosted featherlight kisses upon the flesh there. A smattering of very light soft hair trailed down from his navel to below the tight waistband of his boxers and he shivered slightly when your lips pressed to it. Flicking your eyes up to his you wanted to check you could continue as you hooked your fingertips under the elastic. Lando stared back at you. Hungry. Desperate. Full of anticipation and desire. The kissing could be forgiven - if the tables were turned you could forgive some kissing - but this was the decent into something far more and so hesitation tingled in your fingertips. Ana was your oldest friend and you were about to blow her boyfriend. It was unforgivable, really. But then the memory of how low she made you feel over the past few months (which got in your head far more than you cared to admit) was enough to spur you on. The devil over your shoulder whispering; “go on, touch it, see how he twitches for you, how badly he wants you, how he’s already leaking thinking about being in your mouth, he’s hopeless for you, he’s weak for you, go on, do it.”

With a firm and quick yank you pulled down his boxers like you were ripping off a bandaid. Now face to face with it, it was hard to deny how thick and girthy Lando’s hard, throbbing cut cock was. Inches from your face you watched him twitch as the cool air of the bathroom caressed his exposed skin. You would marvel at his member a little longer if you had more time but the thudding baseline changed and you remembered where you were. Pushing your hands up and down his thighs he held his breath before you reached it, touched it and glided your delicate hands up and down his impressive shaft. “Fuck….” His head fell back against the metal walled cubicle with a thud. The purpling tip was already leaky for you. The pre-cum glistening like an invitation to taste. And so you did. You slowly stuck your tongue out and licked the tip of his cock like you were licking ice cream before slowly enclosing your mouth around it almost teasingly. Looking up at him only encouraged you. He was consumed by pleasure already and you hadn’t even started yet.

His hand grabbed the back of your head as you inched more and more of him into your mouth. The thickness of him made it more challenging but you always did like a challenge. And Lando struggled go keep himself quiet as you alternated between strong cheek hollowing sucks and taking him more into your throat. Your eyes watered as you neared the hilt. Throat constricted and air supply cut off almost completely but Lando’s hand on the back of your head kept you there. More swear words poured from him as you backed off his dick and gasped for air. Your hand replacing your mouth on him momentarily. While you caught your breath you could see the veins around his cock constricting and pulsating as you worked him. He wouldn’t last. He was already too far gone but you didn’t care. You wanted him to cum for you. You were utterly drunk off the fact this was for you. That this aching, twitching, desperate cock was all for you. That this aching, twitching, desperate cock belonged to your best friends boyfriend.

Fuck Ana!

You repeated in your head as you took him into your mouth once more and began to give the best blowjob of your life. One that was practically porn star worthy. And Lando enjoyed every single second of it. Stifled moans mixed with “fuck, just like that” and huffing, heaving breaths. You performed a mixture of manoeuvres that ex boyfriends, one night stands and tinder hook-ups had gifted you with the knowledge of expertly. Moan to show you enjoy it. Pay attention to his balls. Look up at him while your gagging. Enjoy it. Savour it. Show him you would worship him.

And all of those pointers seemed to deliver tenfold as Lando began to struggle to stay composed. His hand that remained thread through your hair got tighter, his veins popped more, his head tilted back and his mouth opened his eyes squeezed shut. He was teetering on the edge. He was close to exploding. You read the signs and contemplated your next move. “Look at me…” you whispered when you remembered a guy telling you that guys like to see their milky cum on your tongue and watch as you swallow it. Lando’s dark now hooded, lustful eyes did exactly as you wanted and you took him back down your throat again one last time. And just like that, he pulled back out of your throat. His hand going to his own spit covered member as he held it where you knew he would and spilled into your mouth with an audible grunt. Lando’s salty release mixed with your own spit as he emptied on to tongue. His eyes bore into your soul and a smile appeared on his mentally drained lips when you closed your mouth and swallowed the milky mixture on your tongue. In that moment you allowed yourself to moan from the high of the feeling of knowing you had been the one to do this to him. You basked in the fact you knew your best friend so well that she harboured a hatred for giving head, which meant he probably hadn’t been blown a lot in the past few months and that performance would certainly set you above her. However, it dawned on you that whole time you had been laser focused on your task that you didn’t take the time to acknowledge the obscene palpitating beating going on between your own thighs and how despairingly horny the whole thing had made you. And yet, there was a big difference between giving a blowjob in a nightclub bathroom and being fucked in a nightclub bathroom. You didn’t want to cross your own line of boundaries but hoped you had given him enough of a taste that he would want more.

Lando’s hands were out helping you back to your feet. His pleasant awe plastered all over his face. “No one’s ever deepthroat me before” His voice was shaky, unsteady and now almost erotic to you. It was like he was bestowing a badge of honour on you. First to deepthroat Lando Norris. You smiled coquettishly. As you wiped your chin from the dribble of drool that had seeped from it Lando made no attempt and putting his dick away. But you did catch him glancing down to it. Probably picturing you on your knees moments ago blowing him like your life depended on it. “Come here….” He lulled and gently placed his hand on your neck. He kissed you. Softly. Tenderly. Totally unlike what he did before. He was one of those guys, the ones that didn’t care if they could taste themselves on you and kissed you after you went down on them regardless. You kissed him back. Liking how intimate this moment has become. “Let me repay the favour….” He mumbled against your open mouth. Now while you wouldn’t fuck in a nightclub bathroom, you certainly wouldn’t say no to being eaten out in a nightclub bathroom and praised yourself for wearing such a short skirt (ease of access and all that). As Lando got on his knees and began placing velvety kisses against the warmth of your thighs you heard the main restroom door swing open and it made him stall, regain his footing and stare at you.

“I told you, just get rid of her. Just delete her number, forget her name, get her out of your life.” Mathilde’s voice filled the bathroom. It was unmistakably hers. It was dark and husky and wasn’t at all what most people would consider feminine. Lando’s eyes widened and your own mouth fell open. What the fuck were the pair of you going to do now? This was how you would die. Head bashed in against a toilet pan after being found in a toilet stall with your best friends boyfriend - who still had his cock out. “I know! I need too! I need to just pull the bandaid. Cut her loose.” Ana agreed with her. Your head turned toward the door at your friend agreeing that she needed to get rid of you. You could feel Lando’s eyes on you, studying your face, watching for some sign that you were hurt by your friends words.

“Y’know she likes him too much right? Lando. She’s always looking at him. Probably wishing it was her.” “Yeah, I’ve seen it. God, what makes her think he would ever choose her.” Anas unmistakable laugh filled the restroom and you truly didn’t want to look up into Lando’s eyes and see whatever emotion he was painting on them. “He has more sense than to go with her. She’s a nobody.” Mathilde giggled and when you heard them laughing together like a pair of high school bullies you felt the fire bubble up inside of yourself again and went to reach for the lock on the stall door. Fuck getting caught, you didn’t care. But Lando did. He grabbed you and pulled you against him. His hand over your mouth made you squeal.

“What was that?” You heard one of them say but the blood was rushing around your head too loudly to be able to work out which one had said it. “There’s someone in there.” Lando kept you pressed up against him. His jeans still around his thighs but at least by now he had put his freshly sucked cock away. “Oh my good, I bet someone’s fucking.” Mathilde gasped with a comical sounding tilt to her voice. If only she knew. If only Lando let you go to walk out and prove you were no push over. “Ew no! That’s so gross. In a club toilet? How disgusting.�� “Don’t knock it till you try it.” Mathilde finally said something you agreed with. Not that made you loathe her any less. “No I could never. It’s so gross.” The pair of them laughed obnoxiously before Mathilde said; “Come on, pillow princess let’s go find your boyfriend.” And you never in a million years thought you’d want to thank her for anything but right now you would praise her all night long.

You glanced over at Lando before smirking. If only she knew her boyfriend was only a few feet away in the stall with you. It would obliterate the smugness inside of her. And having been so close to getting caught you really thought you would be hit by the guilt pains but guess what, they didn’t come. You but your bottom lip and tried not to laugh at this utterly ridiculous, crazy situation. The words Lando had said earlier twirled like figure skaters in your mind.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Your eyes trailed up and down his body. He had pulled his top up under his chin so he could pull his jeans up and fasten them again. “About wishing you had met me first.” He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.” The temptation to reach out and touch his abs were almost too much. They were softly defined and not as intimidating as some guys you’d been with but you preferred that. Right on queue Lando caught you looking and it filled him with so much confidence it bordered on cockiness. You didn’t even need to think of the next words that were about to flow freely from your mouth. You could repent for them later - when your dead. “Dump her.” The Devil reappeared on your shoulder and positively drowned the Angel on the other size. Fuck playing nice. Fuck being the one who missed out. His eyebrow raised and your face went from being blank to being full of self-satisfaction. “You’d want…this….” He referenced the space between you both and you tilted your head back and looked at him with the same blowjob eyes you had done before. Full. Wide and brimming with confidence. A single nod confirmed what you wanted.

Fuck Ana!

REMEMBER THIS IS A ONE SHOT!

[starscelly]

i belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

matthew yeager, poem to first love / photo by sam hodde / "i love you" by dogbite / dal@vgk 2.25.23 / friedrich nietzsche, a letter to mathilde trampedach / photo by norm hall / megan noelle concepcion, "my best friend was my first love" / dallas stars, twitter / "p.u.n.k. girl" by heavenly / photo by sam hodde / t.l. martin, dancing in the dark / min@dal 4.19.23 / saniya kokab and m. asir ajmal, "perception of love in young adults" / min@dal 4.19.23 / photo by norm hall / jennifer michael hecht, love explained / keaton henson, grow up with me / mike leslie, twitter / "touch tank" by quinnie / dallas stars, twitter / fyodor dostoyevsky, the brothers karamazov / dallas stars, twitter / saniya kokab and m. asir ajmal, "perception of love in young adults" / photo by sam hodde / matthew yeager, poem to first love / franz kafka, letters to felice (caption)

[meganelixabethh]

Ok so we all agree watching the violent murder of your mentor and best friend while trying to save your friends baby and prevent yourself from also being murdered is a rough time. We also all agree that Marcia had to get over that very quickly because she had the tower to run and the Heaps to keep safe and the Supreme Custodian to keep in check. But here is what I think the run of events was like from the moment she leaves the palace to the moment she goes to bed that night

She absolutely pegs it down wizard way, pressing Jenna against her front so not to jostle her too much, and taking full advantage of her very long legs. When she bursts through the doors of the wizard tower all the wizards are gathered there, excited to see Alther and Marcia back from visiting the the Queen and the baby. Marcia bursts in, her hair is wild, she’s holding a crying baby, the amulet is hastily thrown around her neck and she is COVERED in blood. I’m talking soaked into her robes, splattered on her face, smeared on Jenna’s swaddling; she looks like she dressed up as Carrie for Halloween. All the wizards immediately think she’s done something to Alther; they can’t help but think about what happened to DomDaniel and wonder if it will become tradition for the apprentice to kill the master to supplant them. Marcia tells them what’s happened and who the baby is in a quick and panicked voice. She stopped crying on the run down the way, and she can feel the tears drying into her cheeks and making her skin feel stiff. The wizards immediately feel bad for doubting her and horrified at what she witnessed, they know how close she and the Queen were.

The wizards begin to cast protection spells around the tower and Endor, who is older than Marcia, comes over and gives her a bottle for Jenna, who is crying the entire time while Marcia rocks her and gently tries to shush her. She’s not called Jenna yet, and Marcia calls her Mattie, because Cerys was going to call her Mathilde after her mother. When Jenna goes to sleep, she thinks about putting her down but can’t face it, opting to hold her instead. When the spells are cast, the wizards reconvene around her. She’s sat on a chair looking at Jenna sleeping, and she looks up, a splatter of Cerys’ blood still on her nose, at the expectant faces of the wizards, and realises that it’s her that has to deal with this now. She’s in charge. It’s her. She looks down again and, even though she always imagined Jenna would grow up with her near, she knows she can’t stay here. She thinks of who can have her and her mind leaps to Silas. He did over half of the apprenticeship she just completed, and he left it all behind to look after his children. She knew Jenna had lost so much that day, but Marcia couldn’t bear the thought of her losing all the love she was going to have too- because this baby was going to be so very loved. She told the wizard she was going to take the baby to a safe place and got up to leave. Endor stopped her and reminded her that she looked like she had just witnessed a double murder and that she couldn’t just walk to whoever she was leaving the baby with and pass them over, it would be too suspicious. Marcia told her who she was was going to leave the baby with and Endor set off to find a way for Marcia to pass the baby over covertly.

When she left, Marcia took the stairs up to the rooms her and Alther had lived in so happily. She walked in and placed Jenna on the sofa, awake now but contented, and squarely ignored the door to Althers room and the bowl of half eaten porridge he’d left on the table. When she looked in the mirror, she startled at the sight of herself, and in panic performed a QuickClean spell. She knew she wasn’t meant to use Magyk for comfort, but Silas would never take a baby off her if she looked like that. She also needed to wear the ExtraOrdinary robes. If she was wearing her green robes Silas would 100% insist on talking to Alther and she wasn’t going to have time to explain everything that had happened today. She knew that the robes appeared on the wizard when they accepted their role as ExtraOrdinary. She looks in the mirror and says ‘I accept the role of ExtraOrdinary wizard’ but nothing happens. She tried to think it to herself, say it out loud like an affirmation, look at her exam results, but nothing happens. She’s still wearing her green apprentice robes. While she tries, she feeds Jenna again, who promptly falls back to sleep and Endor comes back. She tells Marcia that Silas has gone into the forest for herbs and will be back around when it gets dark, which is soon. Marcia knows nobody will be on the forest path that late, and that she can leave Jenna by the side of the road and Silas should Sense her. Endor makes it clear she needs to go now, and Marcia knows she’s right. The acceptance of her role sweeps through her and her robes change to the deep purple robes of her new position. She’s never worn Althers robes before, and they feel deeply powerful around her.

She hurries to the gate to get out to the forest path, her robes drawn around her and Jenna tucked out of sight inside. Dusk is just falling as she finds a bush and leaves Jenna there. She double checks that she can Sense her heartbeat clearly from the path, and she definitely can. Feeling as though she is ripping her heart out of her body, she walks away from the baby and goes to wait in the shadows of the lane she knows Silas will take once back in the castle, distractedly pressing a half crown into Gringes sticky palm as she passes. She waits longer than she would like, worrying about Jenna more and more every passing minute. Maybe she’s expecting too much of Silas, and Jenna will die of hypothermia by the side of the road. Cerys would come back from the dead to kill Marcia with her bare hands if that happened, and Marcia can’t quite bring herself to complete any thought that begins with her vibrant friend being dead. Just as she’s about to scurry back out the gate herself, she sees Silas hurrying down the lane, cloak pulled protectively around something and she knows it’s going to be okay. As he approaches her spot she sweeps out in front of him ‘tell nobody you found her, she was born to you, underhand?’ Is the best she can come out with before Transporting herself back to the tower. She couldn’t bear him asking questions.

When she gets back to the tower, everyone is in bed, even Endor, so she steps onto the stairs and unfocuses her eyes for a moment as the stairs lazily curl upwards on their slow night time mode. Her arms feel odd and empty without Jenna. She realises she forgot to tell Silas that the baby was called Mathilde. Another way she failed today. When she gets into her rooms she walks to her bedroom door in a daze, desperately tired and dreaming of falling into bed and never waking up. She walks straight into the door and no matter how hard she rattles, it won’t open. As she’s pushing at the door, Althers door opens with a creak, and Marcia realises that her new role isn’t just a set of robes, it’s a room too. There is no longer an apprentice, so the apprentice room is locked. She will not sleep in his bed. Not tonight. Not when he’s lying cold on the floor of the throne room. She casts an UnLocke on her door and rattles it again, nothing. She tried a different UnLock. Nothing again. She cycles through every spell she knows that might help and then makes some up and the stupid door will not budge. She tried a thunderflash, it doesn’t even dent it, she tries to shapeshift the door into an ant, it just stares back at her. She loses her temper and screams that she won’t sleep in his bed while she beats the door with her fists and her palms. She sobs, she screams, she throws the porridge bowl at the sofa and splatters the nice cushions with oats. She eventually ends up on the floor, laying on her side, tears sliding straight over her nose and onto the floor without her even blinking. She fuzzes out of the world for a while; the table legs blurring out of focus as she settles into the pleasant feeling of nothing mattering. She’s not sure how long she stays there but there wasn’t light when she left her mind and there is when she comes back. Her limbs feel heavy and she doesn’t want to move even though she knows she must. Endor will knock on her door soon and nobody can see this. Endor will knock on her door and patiently wait to be called in. If Marcia never says ‘come in’, Endor never will. Alther is gone. Cerys is gone. Milo is gone. There is nobody coming to pick her up off the floor and she doesn’t have the luxury of dying of thirst right in this spot. She heaves herself up and pick up the jagged parts of the broken bowl she threw earlier. She performs a Clean spell on the sofa but the stain won’t come out. She’s going to need a new one.

I warned you @septimus-heap

[pommedepersephone]

A Garden for Madeleine from Am the ghost at the end of the song?

She and Mathilde can never go back to the house on the lake. It would always be a place they had been forced to run from. When Q asked what she would miss most, Madeleine confessed it was her summer tomatoes and her bed of foxgloves.  “We can build you a garden,” Q says.

This story is about the relationships Q and Madeleine had with Bond, and the one they have with one another.

Chapter 3: Repetitions of Snow is now up!

The Garden

With a small paved patio garden, Madeleine had to be creative. Good thing she has her friend Celyn (ops sorry) Q to help her design and build something meaningful.

First they picked a few veggies. Some grow well using a hydroponic system - aubergines, cucumbers and a variety of lettuces. Best to test out the system this summer, then it can be expanded! At least tomatoes were easy - they do well in hanging baskets. And since Mathilde will miss the wild strawberries they used to gather, he found a good substitute for her.

Second, it was time to pick herbs for the vertical garden. Q put together a quick list. Growing up in France, Madeleine would need those flavors she grew up cooking with - like parsley, tarragon, chervil. But, he also knew she made Italian food when she was sad. They don't talk about his, but he included those flavors too - rosemary and basil especially. Madeleine however knows that Q loves coriander (she thinks it tastes like soap) so she added it to the list.

Third, Q has to sort out flower beds of some sort. Probably raised boxes? There must be some place to grow foxgloves, lavender and hollyhock which are all good plants for pollinators. They agreed forget-me-nots are a must too.

And of course, they need a bit of whimsy for Mathilde. Which is why Q is ordering flamingos, and Madeleine is taking Mathilde to second hand shops for teapots, cups and saucers. Nothing like a little Alice in Wonderland magic!

[windermeresimblr]

The Bachelor Beaumaris, (7? 8? Day of the Fourth Elimination?).0

The next morning, surprisingly without any (photographed)preamble from Gregory, the ladies played three rounds of dominoes each; Vivian was paired with Mathilde, and Marie-Claude with Amelie.

Mathilde: It reminds me of musical notes, though my governess told me I wasn't supposed to turn them on their heads... Vivian: I think it looks like a tree. Do we get more points if it makes a nice shape?

Amalie: I have got it made in the shade, as they say. Marie-Claude: As who says? I've never heard anyone say that!

Mathilde bested Vivian in their two-out-of-three match, and Amelie bested Marie-Claude. Everyone got one logic point, which was a nice little bonus.

Then came some more socialization. I managed to actually lose all of the images after the dominoes party to the aether, through a mistake of Gadwin redirect settings. So I gave them some extra socialization to be sure I'd capped something. Don't you dare judge me, Gregory, I can summon a meteor on your little house and squash you like a bug!

Gregory's conversation with Mathilde involved painting and film. You don't even have zoeotropes yet, Gregory!

I think for very important paintings, perhaps they might make a copy, and enlarge it so we might see it from a distance, and turn it around on scroll-posts like a treadmill, so everyone may see every detail without having to get into fights in someone's long gallery.

Next, he spoke with Amalie about music and books.

Gregory: I have been asking Ursula to pick the next volume up when she goes to the lending-library, but she keeps saying they wouldn't lend it to her.

His conversation with Marie-Claude concerned weights (???) and the weather.

Gregory: But at least it's no longer so rainy!

Finally, he and Vivian conversed about houses (again, Gregory?) and fine dining.

Vivian: If I had a house of my own, I'd like a dumbwaiter. When I was little, one of my friends had one, and we had so much fun riding it up and down, until his cook caught us, and we both were scolded severely. I suppose I'm too big nowadays to ride in a dumbwaiter, but it was great fun!

The ladies ended up with the following whopping social scores.

Marie-Claude.....71.0125 (71.01)

Mathilde.....74.93748 (74.93)

Amalie.....75.87499 (76.00)

Vivian.....(73.00)

The next post will be up later tonight, when I figure out a decent "it's not you, it's me" from the speech bubbles. (I know it's not about their actual conversations, but it feels so abrupt to have them just up and leave.)

[endlessly-cursed]

merry christmas and happy new year to guzma, persie, nikki and jd !

brunhilda x lachlann x mathilde ( @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm )

lennox x loverboi ( @gcldensnitch )

henriette x frederick ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Guzma: Ever since we truly interacted last year, this year has been a bit better thanks to you. getting to know you, talk to you about anything and goof around made my day. you've grown to be one of my closest friend here and I hope we can have more fun and adventures here. Merry Christmas, you goof ❤🫶🏻

Persie: Despite not having talked much because of our timezones and schedules, I hold you dear and I'm glad that we can be upfront about one another, and I'm always learning with you. I'm glad that you're my friend and hopefully, this 2024 will be more merciful to you and your youth. Joyeux Noel, cherie ❤🫶🏻

Nikki: Even if this year you were mostly gone, the time we've talked was fun, uplifting and made my day and night. You were the first one to talk to me here, and after all these years, we can still talk about anything and you've become like family to me here. Thank you for the gift of Loverboi and hopefully this 24' we can get up to mischief. Merry Christmas, babe ❤🫶🏻

JD: This year, although busy for us, has been a blast nevertheless, and having the gift of frediette has been the best a girl could ask for. You're always such an insightful, funny and wise man, and I always have a blast when talking to you about anything. To more years of this! ✨

[chieftyphoonchaos]

Where are we going Mathilde….Matera in Italy ?

No, dear ….James is standing there in an ambush to shoot you, he still hasn't accepted our engagement. So I told my parents we were going to Italy….

And we are not going to Italy….Lucky you got the "Schining",which warned you

You also have the Schining dear, you should use them more.

Anyway, we're not going to let those 2 ruin our engagement trips. Besides, I used to go to Matera every year with my mother, I've seen that city a bit tired, honestly….That's why we're going to another beautiful and sunny country and we're starting in the capital, where I've only been once

That's why I gave our original hotel tickets in Matera to my best friend and her young family, so my parents will definitely have company there

and so, in Matera, Italy

Caramia Mr. Bond and Mrs. Swann. Your daughter was kind enough to give us her tickets for the hotel here

Where is our daughter herself with her fiancé?

We're sorry, Mr. Bond, but we're not allowed to tell you that, she explicitly said that if we wanted her tickets for this holiday

Moreover, we are also very good friends with her fiancé Safin and we were invited to their wedding. So you can't shoot him. So just accept their engagement

But we will keep you good company, Mr. Bond and Mrs. Swann, and have a nice holiday together… We promised her that

Caramia, We have all the time in the world darling ❤️❤️

Meanwhile, somewhere much further south in Europe

Can we start a family as soon as possible Mathilde, Our friends Morticia and Gomez Addams already have a daughter together

Please be patient until after our wedding next year when we will start our family and I want at least 4 children with you

Do not forget the words of your father-in-law

"We Have Al The Time Of The World"

I love you ❤️

I love you too❤️

Sunny greetings from Athens, the capital of Greece where Count Lyutsifer and Countess Mathilde are on their engagement holiday

Lyutsifer en Mathilde ❤️❤️

[nolita-fairytale]

i've taken an unintentional hiatus...

got a little caught up with life and... well, here i am! i'm not entirely sure i have the bandwidth to start writing again and doubt that i'll be able to output at the same rate i was. i went back to work which has been a whole thing... and i have a big catering gig in the next few weeks.

but today, i'm missing mathilde, jesper, and the kimura siblings something fierce. i'm missing my little world of 'burn your life down' and those characters are beginning vividly take up space inside of my brain again.

i'm thinking about timothee chalamet in that purple latex suit as jesper, and how much mathilde and chef would've teased him about his instagram presence... and how he'd fiercely defend himself and the fact that it brought attention to the restaurant!

i'm also thinking about how much i miss the make my heart surrender verse and how i didn't get to write much of carmy and reader doing nothing but getting to be best friends in love.

anyways, just popping in to say hello and apologizing for being a bit of a ghost.

[eisenrosen]

Mathilde and Zelda are so pretty omgs 😳

Can I please hear more about them?

[Vibrates with excitement]

Yeah I can spare some details

Oh Zelda…. Where do I begin. He’s been relegated to one of those people you don’t really talk about, and if you do it’s brief and in passing because you just kind of don’t want to think about him (everyone having different reasons not to)

In his life he truly was terribly hard to befriend, unapproachable, cold, and seemingly uninterested in talking to others. And he was, to a degree, these feelings moreso relating to his feelings of “if I open up to these people they will find my weaknesses, and when they eventually leave this will be used against me” and unfortunately this was proven to be right time and time again. His constant state of hyper vigilance and feelings of having to fight for his life at every turn had left him a high strung individual with a penchant to jump to violence as a means to protect himself. He was also in full belief that he wasn’t liked by anyone, though that was far from the case.

Despite all that, he really was a caring person, this usually shown through small unrecognizable acts of service and the very rare compliment. He had a love for animals both big and small, he treated every horse he had with more love than he had shown to (almost) anyone in his life, he was Old Fritz’ personal dog walker even. He also had a soft spot for children, Alexander (America) being one of them.

I wasn’t really lying when I said that fatherhood made Zelda a better person. He had never really aspired to be a father in the past, but as fate would have it, he gave birth to a lovely bundle of joy (Germany) that would eventually come to be the literal death of him. But he loved that boy, more than he ever thought he could love something, and he forced himself to change for his child. He forced himself to learn kindness, to learn patience and love, so his child wouldn’t grow up the way he and so many other countries did. He wanted the best for him, he really did, and often found himself wishing Markus had better. But that was his boy, his son, his flesh and blood, and he would do anything for him. He would die for him.

And in the end he did. He went out quietly, spending his last month writing to anyone and anything that would listen, settling his feuds, forgiving and forgetting, making sure Markus would be able to move on from this loss. And when all was said and done, he simply disappeared. Nobody truly knows what happened to him in the end, one night he kissed Markus goodnight and left, his name just a whisper on the wind and his legacy simply a memory.

And then Mathilde was born in the fall of 1949. She had always felt like a ghost in the eyes of others, sharing the same cold grey eyes and silver hair as Zelda, down to the mole under her left eye. She grew fast compared to others, only adding to her feelings of being out of place among her other colleagues. She craved the love and affection a human child would, but was treated as more of a pawn than the young girl she was at the time.

She could never understand why everyone looked at her like that, something lingering in their eyes that she wished she could understand. She’s struggled with feelings of inadequacy her entire life, which only grew worse with the Reunification. She felt like she was floating through life, no real purpose other than to be a ghost, a horrid reminder of a past that does not exist anymore. But she pushes through anyways, she gives her life meaning through acting as the second in command to Markus, she makes friends, she dances and she laughs and she lives. She lives for herself. Something Zelda could never do.

[adelha-mathilde]

A Fateful Dance (Prince!Vash AU) drabble

content: Vash is given the chance to dance with the one lady he is falling in love with. Which leads into a deepening relationship.

This formal ball would be the death of him. That is what Vash thought as he sat next to his twin. Both of them seated on thrones as the nobles waltzed in time. While Duke Legato stood at attention beside King Nai to look as stoic as ever. Vash could feel his eyes drift closed for the upteenth time to fight to open them again. His boredom apparent as Wolfwood nudged his seat with a foot. The knight soon placing a hand on the shoulder of the crown prince. "Oi. Stay awake and try not to fall over. Perhaps you should ask one of the many ladies present for a dance, hmm?Like say a certain Countess Mathilde?"

Vash felt his whole body heat for him to sit up straight at the implication. His face burning as he grumbled under his breath. "Low blow, Nick. She isn't even in the room right now. Probably still in the kitchen or already retired for the night." But Wolfwood just snickered to lean in and whisper to his best friend. "She's actually out on the balcony. Her guardians already told me to get your rump in gear and ask her for a dance out there. Away from the mob so you can be alone together."

The crown prince was on his feet before his brain registered that last sentence. His gaze going to the balcony automatically as Duke Legato scowled at Vash. But then a servant came forwards to slip a letter to King Nai. Which he read promptly to then grin. His words warm and full of amusement as he spoke. "It would seem that the Countess Mathilde is asking for my brother to help her with a personal matter. So I have been asked to excuse you for however long such takes for your assistance. With the added incentive of an entire bottle of vintage absinthe to sweeten the barter. So get gone already."

Vash nodded to all but skip down the steps and rush to the balcony. Where there awaited a lady currently gazing at the stars overhead. Vash stopped at the sight of her to take in her visage. Cascading waves of silver white hair. A slender figure that spoke of grace and poise as well as toned strength. Her gown was a deep blue adorned with silver and crystals. The faint scent of lavender for her perfume. Yet what took Vash in were her eyes. The most striking azure blue he had ever seen. Like the sea during a winter thunderstorm. Yet in those depths there was warmth and delight when she spotted him. Her smile sweet for her to reach a gloved hand out to him in offering. So he took her hand to kneel before her and place a kiss to her hand. "Sorry to make you wait. By the heavens do you look gorgeous, Adelha."

Adelha chuckled to tug on his hand so he would stand up. A lilt in her words as she spoke with sweet warmth. "I don't mind waiting for a good soul. Especially a soul of sunlit hues like you, Vash. I take it your twin was more than willing to accept my barter of vintage absinthe for your company?" Vash smiled to give a huff of amusement. "Yep. But I think he would have let me go even without that added incentive. He really likes you a lot and knows that... Well..." Vash felt his whole face and neck burn as he said with a bit of shy sweetness, "He knows how much I favor you..." Adelha beamed with sheer delight to take both of his hands in her own. "A blessing in it of itself. But come. This song is a favorite of mine. So let's not waste the given opportunity."

Vash nodded to sweep Adelha into a waltz right away. Their steps in tune to sway and shuffle about the balcony as the music played. With Vash finding himself smiling with genuine delight as Adelha followed his lead. The scent of lavender touching his every breath with the faintest trace of ocean salt. But he found himself captivated to continue the dance as the next song began. Sweeping Adelha off her feet at one point for her to laugh in enjoyment. The sound akin the bells chiming as Vash laughed right along with her. His tension and fatigue completely banished as he savored his time with a beautiful lady.

Four whole songs came and went before Vash paused to give them time to rest. Which had Adelha hum before she stepped closer. Her words heated yet sweet as she spoke. "Might I be selfish and ask the gentleman for a kiss?" Vash felt his heart skip as the request registered. Yet he found that it was one that he deeply desired himself. So he took a breath before he made his move. Leaning down to gently place his lips to hers as his hands rested at her waist. She tasted of honeyed mead and citrus. Which had his body burn even as he snuck a second kiss from the lady. Her own sigh washing against his mouth for her to nip at his lower lip in a third kiss. But the two were then interrupted from a loud cough coming from the entranceway back into the throne room. Making both Vash and Adelha turn to see King Nai standing there. The elder twin not looking the least bit surprised for him to all but glare at his twin. "Vash. Do I have to swoop in and protect the lady from the wiles of an eager angel?"

Vash squacked to look to the sky even as Adelha chuckled openly. But she soon made her move to just outright lift Vash up and right off the floor. His yelp a loud one as she tossed him into the air before catching him. Making King Nai blink in stunned shock as Adelha set Vash back onto his feet. Her words laced with both amusement and mischief. "Fret not, Nai. If Vash was really stepping out of bounds with me, I would readily toss him across the balcony and back into the throne room. But I appreciate the thought of you keeping me safe." Vash felt his whole body heat with a blush for him to gulp and ask, "May I request you never toss me over the railing then? I don't do well with heights..." This had both Nai and Adelha burst out laughing for Nai to motion that the three of them return to the throne room. His words filled with amusement. "Enough of that. I want my turn to dance with Adelha before the meal is served proper."

[baekjeongu-archive]

A BRIEF INTRODUCTION OF MATHILDE ANGELIQUE DAUPHINE FOURNIER.

mathildè fournier is a 540 - year - old witch.  she is a luciferian witch, which means she uses her magic to worship lucifer and do his bidding.  she primarily performs dark magic, but has been known to use light magic at times because it's easy and useful, and it's a simple way to lure and trap individuals / other supernaturals in her web of destruction.  she is a villain.  she was unaware of jeong-u's existence until they met, which was around 1500, just at the end of the french renaissance period.  jeong-u was living in france at the time, in what was then versailles.  he was an art collector and seller, and his collection, at its peak, was more valuable and well - curated than anyone else's in france.  he made a very good living off of it, and still has some of the money from his time in versailles now.  he was insanely rich, but only used his residence to store and collect his art.  he slept from chateau to chateau, taking up with every social class, and he was well - known around versailles as the man to see for art, pleasure, and general fun.  he was very popular, causing rivalries and obsessions, and was always the toast of the town, no matter what event he would throw.

mathildè came from the well - known fourniers, and has a twin brother named adelias ( more on him later ).  they had high social ranking, as mathilde's father, renè-marcel, was a baron of agriculture and land - owner throughout france.  he was friends with the monarchy, and often gloated at parties about his connections.  this didn't impress jeong-u, of course, and renè-marcel would often find himself irritated at the dismissal of the most sought - after man in town.  he would attend jeong-u's events with his wife, marie-thèresè, and while jeong-u would tolerate them  —  it wasn't until renè-marcel brought his daughter mathildè to one of the gatherings that jeong-u paid attention.  she is beautiful, no doubt.  she was already a witch at the time, well - versed in spells and other forms of witchcraft.  she had entered an unholy pact with lucifer the night adelias was turned into a vampire by a gang of vampiric highwaymen, stating that if her best friend and protector in this world was going to hell, then so would she.  adelias protested, but lucifer happily took mathildè's soul in exchange for massive amounts of power in witchcraft.  mathildè, who had been raised devout, turned on a god that would cause endless pain to her twin.  she vowed to destroy the world slowly, devouring it for lucifer and corrupting as many people as she could.  

without this knowledge, jeong-u wasn't aware of mathildè's inner workings, and he fell in love with her almost instantly.  they had a whirlwind affair, and renè-marcel was pleased with it.  finally, the approval of the man versailles was obsessed with, causing his social rank to climb even higher.  jeong-u and mathildè were inseparable, joined at the hip and heart, in love, and utterly devoted to each other.  jeong-u cleaned up his act, no longer partying and sleeping with anyone he could, and instead settled his mind and love on mathildè.  they married, and mathildè was on her way to getting what she wanted  —  jeong-u's eternal soul.  comfortable enough with her, and trusting her entirely, jeong-u, on their wedding night, revealed to mathildè who he is, and what he's capable of.  mathildè didn't expect it, but she knew that this would raise her salt with lucifer.  an angel, a naphilim, born to the archangel that booted lucifer himself.  she knew the stakes, and while part of her love was genuine  —  it turned malignant in its obsession.  she became utterly focused on jeong-u, trying to corrupt him slowly, trying to break him into pieces she could use to give to lucifer.  

while their marriage was solid, at least to jeong-u, mathildè became fixated on stealing what was his  —  immortality.  an invulnerable, true immortality that could circumvent her and her twin's souls residing in hell at the moment of true death.  she wanted to take that from jeong-u, she wanted to have it as her own.  after months went by, mathildè worried that she and jeong-u would never conceive a child, which was her plan  —  she was going to carry the infant to term and then kill it upon birth, feasting upon its flesh and blood with adelias in an attempt to "save" them.  questioning jeong-u, she learned that he is not capable of conceiving, as god stole that ability from him long ago to keep the nephilim line extinct.  angry, mathildè then turned her sights on killing jeong-u, overcome with the need to take everything from him for this.  she would use spells to manipulate him, to cause him pain, to try to weaken his abilities and power.  she would painstakingly take steps to try to thwart any good he'd put into the world.  renè-marcel was horrified that he wouldn't have an heir and demanded that jeong-u be exiled for not providing the pivotal information.  mathildè's rage overcame her, including the twisted affection she still harbored for jeong-u, and her need to keep him close so she could steal his life.  she killed renè-marcel, crushing his heart with magic, and it was the ultimate test to see if she was powerful enough to do it.

jeong-u, knowing he had upset mathildè due to his lack of divulging important information, asked for a way to make it up to her.  this fell into mathildè's lap, as a plan had formed for her to crush jeong-u's heart with magic and then drink his blood at the moment of death to seal her and adelias' immortality.  adelias, learning of her plan, admonished mathildè, and left france entirely.  this only served to further fuel her anger, and she demanded a token, physical proof, of jeong-u's love for her:  she wanted his heart.  jeong-u, knowing that he is unable to die, clawed his heart from his chest and presented it to mathildè, still warm and beating.  she then revealed herself, her plans, and her knowledge.  horrified, jeong-u tried to fight mathildè, who had already tasted of his heart.  it gave her power beyond measure, and they fought, supernatural to supernatural, before mathildè crushed his heart in her hand.  she threw it at him, screaming, then attempted to curse him on behalf of lucifer.  jeong-u, knowing better, fought mathildè again to keep her from finishing her plan.  they both ended up near - death, mathildè with her newfound powers raw and unrelenting, and jeong-u unable to truly take her life, as part of him still loved her deeply.  they vowed to part, mathildè's care for him winning over.  

[margotw10]

Friendly Marriage. JJK (m)

best friend!Jungkook x reader

Genre : smut, romance (kind of domestic), bestfriend!Jungkook, babydaddy/exhusband!Jungkook (non-idol Jungkook)

Words : 19k 😳

Synopsis : No one can really understand your relationship with your best friend. You are not in love but you did get married and you did have a son. It was just a friendly marriage, wasn't it?

Warnings : oral sex (f. & m. receiving); unprotected sex; kinda pregnant/mommy kink; car sex; ass slap (once); JK being husband material for sure; In The Soop 2 Jungkook 😍

Honestly, I didn't think that I would write this much for this story but I'm actually glad about how it turned out. As usual, we thank Mathilde for fixing my grammar mistakes ☺️

You can’t believe Junghee is already three. It feels like he was born yesterday and yet, the big red ‘Three’ decorating his birthday cake tells otherwise. You want to keep him a baby all his life because he is so freaking cute! Sometimes you wish he’d look more like you but you’re actually glad he looks just like his dad: that means he’ll be really, really handsome. To be true, Jungkook is the most attractive man you know with his raven hair and his doe eyes. And let’s not talk about his body… so damn hot with perfect muscles and a full tattooed sleeve. However, he is your best friend, not your husband. Or not anymore to be precise. 

Things with Jungkook have always been weird for other people. You have been best friends since you were eight and your parents and friends were convinced that you two could end up together. Maybe the fact that you got married sent them mixed signals… But it was just for fun, there was no love involved. No romantic love. Sure, you love Jungkook and he loves you but not like that. No one can really understand how you feel for each other because it’s way more than a four letter word. 

You’ve always felt safe with your best friend. You know that if everyone around abandons you, Jungkook won’t. Ever. And you’re sure that you can’t love someone more than him, except your cute little son of course. 

So, at twenty-two, getting married together seemed fun. You were joking around about some friends asking you for the millionth times if you were dating and then, Jungkook said ‘Let’s get married’. You laughed and said yes. And you got married. It was just you and him and it was perfect. You remember Jungkook saying his vows ‘You are supposed to marry the person you love the most, and it’s you Y/N’. You could understand what he meant because you felt just the same. 

And living together was nice too. Especially because you were already roommates. Nothing really changed between you, despite the rings on your fingers. But your family and friends were completely lost: you were married but not dating. You weren’t even kissing! The only time your lips touched was at your wedding and you couldn’t stop laughing. 

After one year of a happy friendly marriage, Jungkook asked you if you wanted to have kids. You told him that you sure wanted to but you were not sure to meet someone as loving and caring as him to be the father of your baby. And there came the other craziest idea of your best friend: having a baby together. Which meant confusing your family and friends even more. 

The baby making process was so weird. It was the first time you saw each other naked, even though you got peaks of Jungkook’s perfect chest and abs a lot of times. Just like your first kiss, you didn’t stop laughing, resulting in Jungkook scolding you: ‘Could you stop laughing? I’m trying to concentrate here!’. And you laughed even more. He did make you cum though, so it was not so bad. 

And then, your beautiful baby boy arrived. You couldn’t dream of a more perfect family. Jungkook is the best person you know and your kid was made out of love, even if it’s an unconventional one. Jungkook and you felt in love with Junghee the very first second you saw his puffy face and tiny fingers. The fact that he looks just like Jungkook makes you happy because he is such a great father. Honestly, he is the perfect man, except he is not your man. 

You decided to get divorced one year ago without a real reason. It was just about time to end the joke and to confuse your loved ones one more time. Things haven’t changed so much though. Jungkook still spends most of his time with Junghee and you. Well, maybe things have changed a little since Harin, Jungkook’s girlfriend. Your best friend has to split his free time now but Harin is really nice. Junghee seems to like her too so it’s all what matter to you. 

"Daddy!" Junghee screams when Jungkook appears in the park where your family and a few friends have gathered 

Jungkook immediately takes his son into his arms and hugs him. 

"Wow, you looks so big! How old are you? Twelve already?" Jungkook jokes, making Junghee proud because your son is always trying to look older — unfortunately for you

"No! Three" Junghee replies, holding two fingers up 

"Where’s mama?"

"With grandma, I think she is baking the cake"

Junghee hides his face in Jungkook’s neck. He missed his dad. He is not used to be without him for more than three days. 

"Baking the cake in the park?" Jungkook chuckles before grabbing Harin’s hand, still holding his son with one arm 

Jungkook’s smile brightens when he sees you. The simple jeans and white top you’re wearing look perfect on you. You are indeed with your mother and you do have a cake next to you, but it’s already baked. His son was right about most things. 

Your mother’s eyes leaving you to stare at something behind you make you curious. When you turn around and witness your son in his father’s arms, your heart melts. It’s such a perfect picture. There is so much love between the three of you that you could cry. 

"Kook!" You greet him before waving at Harin 

"Hi, baby mama!" He gives you a bunny smile but it fades a little bit when he notices the picnic blanket with so many food on it already set up "You should have called me to help you"

"She shouldn’t have to ask, Jungkook" Your mother replies 

You give her some strong look to ask her to stop. Your parents do love Jungkook, especially because he gave you the most perfect son. But it’s true that something’s changed since you mentioned your best friend having a girlfriend. Maybe they don’t believe you when you tell them that you weren’t in love and that you’re happy for him. Or maybe they’re a little annoyed that Jungkook has less time for Junghee. 

"It’s okay, Kook, it was not very hard to do. I’m glad you two came" You reassure him 

"I want to play" Your son speaks up when he notices some of his friends coming closer 

Jungkook drops him down and Junghee is running so fast that some dirt flies up. You watch your son hugging his friends and you wave at one of the dads. He is actually your colleague too and your sons go to the same kindergarten. It’s not rare that Yoongi and you have lunch together and talk about your children. He is a nice guy, even though he doesn’t talk much — you do much of the talking. He surprises you when he walks to you. You know that he is not a social butterfly. 

"Hi, Y/N, how are you?" He asks you softly 

"I’m fine" You answer with a sweet smile "Do you want to stay for the cake?" 

"I’d love that" He replies, a little bit embarrassed, with a slight blush on his white cheeks 

"Hi" Jungkook steps in the conversation "I’m Jungkook, Junghee’s father"

Your best friend reaches out for Yoongi’s hand and you can’t help noticing how much alike and different they are. They have the same black hair and the same natural attractive aura. But they’re so different for everything else. Jungkook is taller and brawnier while Yoongi is thiner and more delicate. His skin is pure white, even more when his veiny hand is close to Jungkook’s inked skin. 

"Yoongi. I work with Y/N" 

Jungkook seems surprised but he doesn’t have time to say anything because he can feel something squeezing his other hand. He now remembers that Harin is standing next to him. 

"This is Harin, my girlfriend" Jungkook explains and Yoongi nods 

Your colleague and you exchange a well intended look. You’ve talked about Harin before. You didn’t say anything bad about her, of course, but you did mention that she was pretty and a little younger than you. In Yoongi’s head, he just can’t understand how Jungkook could prefer Harin to you. You’re kind, smart and funny. You’re a great mother. Yes, he just can’t understand… But he is glad though. 

"Daddy! Come push me" Seung asks Yoongi

"Mama, me too" Your son steps in 

You chuckle and start walking to the swings. Yoongi and you make sure to bring your sons high in order to hear more of their happy cheers. 

"Jungkook seems to be a nice guy. Good handshake, too" Yoongi says 

"Sorry" You wince, clearly understanding that your best friend might have crashed your colleague’s hand "He is just protective. But he is great. I hope you’ll get to know each other" 

You look into Yoongi’s intense and dark eyes and you both know what your words mean. Yoongi is a great guy and spending time with him made you develop a little crush on him. You know he is not married and that the relationship with his ex-wife is a little complicated — not everyone has the chance to have Jungkook as an ex — so you don’t want to make things harder for him. But you do hope that things evolve between you. You haven’t been with a man since before you got married and it’s been a long time since you felt those butterflies in your stomach. 

"Me too" He replies simply, no other words are necessary to say what you want to say 

A few hours later, everyone is around your son to sing the Happy Birthday song. He claps his tiny hands with enthusiasm and laughs. It makes you so happy to see Junghee happy. You love your son so, so much that your eyes water. He is growing up so fast and you’re scared to miss some moments of it. 

"Don’t cry, mama" Jungkook teases you, pulling you to his side, and then whispers into your ear "We can have another baby if you want" 

You gasp and smack his buff chest. 

"Let’s take a photo" He says "Yoongi, right? Can you?" 

Your best friend hands his phone to your colleague and you grab Junghee into your arms. You three pose next to the cake. You absolutely love taking photos of your family, it brings so many memories when you look at them later. Jungkook brings you closer and looks straight. Not into the camera but into Yoongi’s eyes. He paints a genuine smile on his face but his eyes are sparkling with challenge. 

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"You look so pretty, mama" 

"Aw, thanks baby" Your heart melts at the compliment

You apply at last layer of gloss on your lips and turn around to hug your son. You feel a little stressed: it’s the first date you have in almost five years. And you’re not used to wear such elegant clothes. But you really wanted to feel like a woman tonight and not only a mom. So you chose a tight but not too short black dress. The square cleavage and the thin straps makes it simple enough to feel comfortable. 

You take a last look in the mirror to fix a strand of hair that managed to escape your low ponytail. You look like an adult and it feels weird. However, you do like how you look. 

"I’m home!" A well-known voice comes from the entrance door 

Junghee jumps off your bed and rushes to hug his dad. You follow him and you notice that Jungkook’s jaw almost falls on the ground. You chuckle and make a turn. 

"What do you think?" You ask Jungkook with redden cheeks 

"You’re beautiful" 

Jungkook’s deep voice makes you shiver. You try to look into his doe eyes to detect any sign of teasing but there is not. There is only sincerity in them.

"So, you’re going out with Yoongi?" Jungkook asks, a little tensed

"Yeah. We’ll see. I haven’t been on a date for ages" You joke and bite on your lower lip

"It’s gonna be fine, Y/N" Your best friend reassures you "You’re gonna have fun and you can call me if you need anything" 

One of the reasons you love Jungkook so much is because of how supportive he is. You know he is as stressed as you are and that he is super protective toward you but he also roots for you. You give him a tender smile while your son is almost climbing on you because he wants to be held. 

"So, what’s up for you guys?" You ask, kissing Junghee’s chubby cheek and leaving a stain of gloss 

"There is a water show at Banpo Bridge so we’ll have fun too, right buddy?" Jungkook cheers with his big bunny grin and scrunched noise

Your son mimics him without even meaning to and suddenly you feel bad to miss a nice moment with your family. The truth is that you’re never happier than when you see your son smiling and having fun with his mom and dad. 

"Hey, don’t make that face" Jungkook tells you, rubbing your bare shoulder with his big and rough hand due to his boxing "We can go back another day with you" 

You nod, appreciating how well your best friend knows you. With heavy heart, you hug Junghee and kiss Jungkook on the cheek, and finally leave your apartment to meet Yoongi. 

Yoongi has chosen a fancy restaurant with a very sophisticated atmosphere. The place is really nice and the food is delicious. Yet, all you can think about is sitting on the grass on the Han River banks and watching a water show from a bridge. Yoongi’s hand patting yours brings you back to reality. 

"Are you okay?" 

"I’m sorry, I was thinking about Junghee. I’m not used to be away from him" You reply, head down in embarrassment  

Yoongi is very thoughtful and he is great company. You feel bad to make it look like he is not. 

"Don’t apologize. I know how you feel. I miss Seung every time he is staying at his mom’s" He reassures you "If you want to go, I won’t be mad" 

You smile at him. God, he is such a great guy. He is the kind of guy you want, the kind who would never blame you for putting your son first because he would do the same for Seung. The thought drives you a little crazy and you begin to fantasize about a future with him, Junghee and Seung. A house full of laughs from your boys. It’s a beautiful dream and it deserves a shot. Yoongi deserves a shot. 

"I’m sure he is fine for the night" You say with a shy smile, squeezing Yoongi’s hand a little and appreciating his cute gummy smile

"I miss mama" Junghee tells his father with watery eyes 

Jungkook brings him on his lap to soothe him. Actually, your best friend misses you too but you deserve to be taken on a date. You deserve the flowers, the fancy wine and all the attentions a man should have on a date with you. And Jungkook is happy for you. Ever since Junghee’s birth, all you have done was taking care of him. You’re a great mother but sometimes Jungkook is afraid that you give up on other parts of your identity. 

"I know, buddy" He gives his son a peck on his head "But look at show! Isn’t it great? Don’t you like the music and the water jets?" 

Junghee looks up and even if he is young, he appreciates the beautiful night view of Seoul reflecting in Han River. The atmosphere is cheerful with the music, the blue and purple spots illuminating Banpo Bridge. And Junghee loves water too so he does find the water jets cool. But it doesn’t prevent him from crying. Jungkook is trying to comfort him but your son just repeats that he wants you. Desperate, Jungkook pulls off his phone and dials your number. 

You answer at the first tone, worried. 

"Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah, yeah, Junghee just wants to talk to you" 

Jungkook feels bad for ruining your date — well, only a little bad. He gives his phone to his son and a shaky voice reaches your ear.

"I miss you mama"

Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. Will you ever be able to spend a night without your son and not feel guilty? Especially now that you hear his cry.

"Oh, honey, I miss you too. I promise I’ll be there soon. And I’ll read you a story, okay?" You can’t see it but Junghee nods, wiping his big rounded tears from his cheeks "Try to enjoy the show with daddy, okay?" Once again, your son nods 

You hung up and look at Yoongi with sorry eyes. 

"It’s okay, Y/N. I told I wouldn’t be mad" Yoongi gives you a sweet smile and it makes you even more sorry

"Well, if you are really not mad, maybe we could do that again another time?" You attempt, shyness painting your cheeks red

"That would be great" 

Your last bold move of the night is a peck on Yoongi’s cheek, right before you jump in your car and drive to Banpo Bridge. You spot Jungkook and Junghee almost immediately. Well, it’s not very hard, you just have to follow the little whisperings of women who are commenting how hot your best friend looks, especially with a toddler in his arms. And you can only agree. His black oversized clothes, his eyebrow piercing and his tattoos make him look like a bad boy but the tenderness he is giving to Junghee is a dangerous weapon for hearts, including your weak one. 

You try to approach as discreetly as possible and jump in front of them while shouting ‘Surprise!’. Junghee chuckles and hugs you, so happy to finally see you. Jungkook’s big dark eyes seem to be illuminated with all the stars of the galaxy and his bunny smile is wide and genuine. 

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, happily surprised, making some room for you next to him on the blanket

"I missed my boys" You simply answer

You shiver a little because of the light breeze and your best friend notices it. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you against his chest. You hum at his warmth. You are feeling so happy right now: Junghee is happy, Jungkook is happy and you are together. You can’t dream about something more perfect than that. 

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Jungkook has just opened his eyes that he knows it’s going to be a long day. Not because he has a lot of things to do for his boxing school but because Harin has dropped a bomb and the conversation can only end badly. 

"Would you want to get married?" She asked 

And now, Jungkook doesn’t know how to answer. He means, they’ve only been dating for a few months. Isn’t it way too soon for this kind of commitment? Does he even want this kind of commitment, at all?

"I don’t think I’m ready" Jungkook chooses to settle with 

"But you already got married" Harin argues, crossing her arms on her chest, which makes Jungkook wince

"Yeah but it was like a joke"

He doesn’t add that the joke doesn’t mean it wasn’t serious or it didn’t involve love. He can’t say that, no one but you can understand what he means. It’s just like he said in his vows: you marry the person you love the most in the whole word and this person is you. He knows he can’t love someone more than you because you’re not his lover, you’re his best friend. The person who knows him better than anyone, the person who knows all his flaws and still wants him. And god, he loves you even more since you give birth to Junghee. You gave Jungkook the most beautiful thing in the whole world and nothing could overcomes that. 

"You had a kid, Jungkook" Harin spurs, reproach in her voice

And once again, it was serious. Junghee is truly a baby you wanted both and you conceived with love, maybe the purest love that exists. But he still can’t say that to Harin. All his girlfriend sees is the fact that you’ve slept together and pretend you’re not attracted to each other. Your best friend sighs, running his hand into his raven locks. God, it’s going to be a long day… 

"Listen, I got married with Y/N because we were young and foolish. I don’t think I’m husband material"

Harin scoffs. She knows damn well how good of a husband he was to you. All your friends talk about it when Jungkook and her are hanging out with them. Except that you were married only on paper and that what made Jungkook a good husband was that he was actually your best friend and not your husband. 

"Listen, babe" Jungkook tries to ease the tension "It’s just too soon and Junghee is still going through the whole process of me being in a relationship. And now, his mom is also setting into a relationship so I guess he is a little bit lo—" He is cut off by Harin sudden bright eyes 

"Wait! Y/N is dating?" She oddly sounds happy about it 

"Uhm… Yes? I think, I don’t know. But it’s not the point, the point is—"

"It’s okay!" Harin kisses him on the cheek "You’re right, we have time to think about marriage and kids" 

With that, she jumps off the bed, leaving Jungkook completely lost. When did they pass from marriage to having children? This is not good for Jungkook. He doesn’t even want to talk about that. Not with Harin, anyway. She is fun and cute but Jungkook doesn’t love her that much. He growls and puts a pillow upon his face wondering when his life went wrong. 

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

Junghee is drawing on your coffee table while you’re taking care of your laundry. It’s a very hot day and you’re so glad that Jungkook has insisted in setting an air conditioner at your place. Speaking of the devil, the door opens and lets appearing a very handsome black-haired man. A smile grows naturally on your face. Your best friends walks to Junghee to rub his hair and then comes to you. 

"Wow, is it Hot Moms Day?" He teases you, pecking your cheek 

Jungkook actually only half-jokes because he’s always had a soft spot for you wearing large loungewear pants and styling your hair in a bun secured with a hair grip. Maybe Jungkook has some kind of housewife or baby mama kink but he’s not sure because it only makes him horny when it’s you. Watching you taking care of Junghee makes him hard someway. Maybe it’s because the only time he fucked you was when you conceived your son. Not to mention that you were gorgeous when you were pregnant and seeing your big belly full of his baby provided a great feeling of pride in Jungkook’s chest.

"Don’t you have boxing classes today, baby daddy?" You tease back 

"Nope so…" Your best friend makes a dramatic pause to enhance your natural curiosity and it works, according to your questioning eye "I was thinking we could go to Busan. We could go to the beach and crash at my parent’s. Junghee hasn’t seen them in a long time"

"Yah!" Your son cheers, already running to you

You have no doubt that the word ‘beach’ attracted him. You’re kind of worry because Busan is far away but the smile on your son face is enough to convince you. Jungkook takes Junghee in his arms and you know damn well what they are trying to do. They are looking at you with their big doe eyes to charm you and it works every single time. 

"So, what do you say, baby mama?" 

"Okay, let’s go" You sigh, just for the appearance because deep down you feel pretty excited too 

After packing some clothes for the weekend, you three took Jungkook’s car and drove to Busan. Jungkook and Junghee sang so loud that you had to put your hands on your ears but you were actually happy. 

Despite your best friend’s exhaustion, he is cheerful while dining with his parents and you. It’s been a long time since you saw them and they are like your second parents. Moreover, Junghee is really excited. Especially since his grandparents spoil him with so many toys you’re not sure they’ll fit in the car. It just feels good to be around your family and spending simple moments that mean everything. 

Junghee is already asleep in Jungkook’s old room between you and his dad. Your best friend is looking at you in the dark while you’re patting your son’s black hair. It’s as smooth as his dad’s. 

"Are you happy?" He asks quietly 

"Yes, I am. Kook, I’m always happy when I’m with you and Junghee"

Jungkook rubs your cheek with his thumb. The softness of his gesture makes you hum and you grab his hand to kiss it. 

"I won’t ever love someone more than you. You and Junghee will always mean everything to me" He confesses

"You’re not really a good boyfriend" You joke, referring to Harin who obviously doesn’t have a lot of room in Jungkook’s life 

"I’m not" Jungkook agrees with a sigh "I’m too busy being a dad and your best friend. And before you argue, I don’t want to change that"

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

The next day, you go to Haeundae Beach with Jungkook and Junghee. As you has anticipated, you’re not the only one who wanted to enjoy the ocean on this hot weather. The beach is full of families, groups of friends or couples and your little family blends perfectly in the landscape. Your son has his bunny smile on his chubby face, which makes him so damn cute. Jungkook settles your beach towels and parasol while you’re applying sunscreen on Junghee. It doesn’t take long for him to beg Jungkook for a swim. You watch in awe your two men walking hand in hand towards the water. Your son looks so small next to Jungkook’s muscular body. However, you grow a little bitter when you notice some women looking at them too. You know damn well how hot your best friend is, especially at the beach where his brawny chest is at full display along with his sexy tattooed arm. But it makes you uneasy when women try to flirt with him in front of you. 

It’s a weird feeling. You’re jealous but an odd type of jealous. Jungkook is your best friend, but also the father of your son. When you think about him having another child with someone else, it really bothers you. However, you’re not fool enough to deny the possibility of it. And you have no doubt that Jungkook will always be there for Junghee but you can’t help wondering ‘what about me?’. Things won’t be the same if he gets married or has a child. You love your little family and, as selfish as it might be, you don’t want it to change, even if you won’t ever admit it out loud…

You sigh and decide to occupy your brain by applying sunscreen on your own body this time. When you look up, you see two black-haired boys close to the shore, building sandcastles. A tender smile appears naturally and grows wider when your son lifts up his head and waves at you. You wave back and pull out your phone to snap a photo. Jungkook notices it and waves at you too. 

"Isn’t mama so pretty?" He asks his son and Junghee vigorously nods

"I love mama" 

"I love mama too" Jungkook chuckles before bringing his attention back to his sand creation  

Your smile disappears in no time when a — you hate to say it — hot woman approaches Jungkook and Junghee. An unpleasant, yet familiar feeling fills up your chest: possessiveness. If you didn’t have to take care of your belongings, you would already be running towards them. You watch the woman shamelessly flirting with your best friend in front of your son! You scoff and roll your eyes. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, tries to be polite but he doesn’t really acknowledge the stranger’s beauty. For him, no one can compare to you. So he says a few words but his tone makes it clear that he is not interested. However, the young woman doesn’t seem to get the message so Jungkook, not so subtly, mentions you as his wife. God, he wishes he’d kept his ring… To hide the fact, he carefully keeps his left hand buried in the wet sand. Thankfully, the woman decides to leave and Jungkook releases a relieved sigh. Junghee is cheerfully clapping  at his castle and Jungkook smiles at him with tender eyes. His son is growing up so fast. Maybe he should have another baby, just like he teased you on Junghee’s birthday. 

"I want to drink apple juice" Junghee states with a confident voice, just like if he has make a life-changing decision  

He doesn’t wait for any respond and runs to you. You giggle at your son clumsily heading in your direction. He jumps on you, almost kicking the air out of your lungs: he is getting a little too big to jump on you without hurting you but you can’t care because the gesture is just full of love. Even more when he pecks your cheek. Jungkook loves witnessing these scenes. He joins you and grabs a brick of juice for your son before settling down on his own towel. 

"I’ll go for a swim" You notify them

As you’re mindlessly walking to the ocean, Jungkook’s fists clench a little when he sees some men eyeing at your perfect ass. Fuck, he knows how hot you are but he doesn’t like the way strangers are looking at you. How ironic that he is in the same place you were a few minutes ago. He strategically lays on his stomach to hide his boner. You look good in your navy bikini. Your bare thighs look inviting and your swinging butt is to die for. He quite praises himself for your full breasts because you took an extra bra cup after your son’s birth. Your whole body looks delicious with sexy curves. The thought of you being his baby mama clearly makes him horny. He loves being the one who got you pregnant — geez, him and his fucking weird kinks when it comes to you… Jungkook wishes he could mark your bare skin to keep men away but he knows he can’t. 

"Daddy, what does ‘slutty’ mean?" Junghee asks with his big innocent eyes

Your best friend almost chokes on his spit. What the hell?! 

"Where did you hear that?" He tries to shirk

"The man next to us said that mama was slutty" Your son explains, unaware of the anger building in his dad

"Which one?" He asks with gritted teeth 

Junghee points with his little finger a man, probably about the same age as Jungkook, hanging out with his friends, a beer in his hand. Jungkook pokes his tongue on his cheek before standing up and asking his son to stay here. 

"Having fun?" Jungkook asks with a harsh tone that matches his dark eyes 

The group of men lifts up their heads, quite surprised. 

"Yeah, it’s a nice day" The little fucker who called you ‘slutty’ answers with a proud smirk 

"Checking out hot chicks?" Jungkook hoaxes

"Yeah, why?" The same one replies, growing frustrated 

"You see the one with the navy swimsuit over there?" Jungkook points towards you with a head motion but doesn’t wait for any respond "That’s my wife. If you call her slutty again or anything at all, I can guarantee that you’ll not have fun anymore. You don’t talk about her, you don’t even look at her, is that clear?" He adds with a threatening tone, trying not to think about the fact that he has lied twice today by calling you his wife — in his defense, you actually were not so long ago

If the other men nod, the one who seems to be dumb has a big ego. He is not going to let someone speak to him like that. He stands up and gives a harsh eye to Jungkook. 

"What can I say? Your wife is slutty" He snaps back with a smirk, full of provocation 

Well, the provocation doesn’t set well with Jungkook since his fist meets the man’s face in no time. However, the stranger fights back and the mess going around catches people’s attention. On your way back, you see some people looking and gasping at something. You step closer and gasp when you see your best friend, panting, with bruised knuckles and death stare. He looks down at a man with a bloody face laying on the floor and growling of pain. 

You quickly check on your son before joining your baby daddy. 

"You need to stop, you could lose your boxing licence" You whisper in his ear 

Jungkook is looking at you and it takes him a few seconds to get rid off his harsh dark eyes as the anger slowly decreases. He nods and steps back, not without wrapping an arm around your waist in a protective and possessive manner. Jungkook is angry and maybe he is afraid of loosing you in someway so he needs to feel you close to him. You grab an ice block from your cooler and pull it on Jungkook’s hand. 

"What happened?" You ask 

You see Jungkook avoiding your eyes and you frown. 

"The man called you slutty, but I don’t know what it means" Your son answers 

Your mouth snaps open out of shock. Did Jungkook punch a guy for your honor? You don’t know if you want to yell at him or to hug him. 

"Kook! You shouldn’t have said anything!" You scold him 

"I can’t do that!" Jungkook defends himself "I can’t stay here when someone is disrespecting you. Wouldn’t you do the same if you were in my shoes?"

You look into his doe eyes and you find nothing to reply because it’s true: you would react if someone said horrible things about your best friend. 

"No more fighting, please. I don’t want you to get hurt" You end up saying 

"He didn’t punch me" Your best friend replies with a stupid cocky grin and you slap his shoulder 

"Daddy is like superman!" Junghee shouts, which makes you sigh 

Now, you’ll have to explain to your three-year son that he cannot beat people like his dad. 

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

In front of his parents’ house, Jungkook kneels in front of his son who is looking at him with a question mark in his big doe eyes. 

"Look, buddy, how about you keep secret about what happened at the beach? I don’t want grandpa and grandma Jeon to worry" He says, embarrassed 

You can only smile at this big and strong man being afraid to get scolded by his parents. But you understand. Jungkook’s parents are not big fan of their son’s job and being a mother yourself, you perfectly get how worry it makes them. You often wonder if Junghee will want to fight for a living and the thought of him getting hurt squeezes your heart in a painful way. 

"Okay!" Your son replies, not really understanding why his dad doesn’t want to say he is a hero "Pinky promise!"

"Pinky promise" Your best friend repeats with a sweet voice, wrapping his finger around Junghee’s tiny one

As you are applying a thin layer of mascara to get ready for diner in the backyard of Jungkook’s parents, your best friend enters his childhood bedroom. You’re surprised to see him wearing a black shirt, looking well dressed up for a casual diner at home. 

"Going somewhere?" You ask with a lifted eyebrow 

"Indeed, with you" He answers with a playful grin "It’s been a long time since we’ve spent time together, I mean just you and me. So, I asked my parents to watch out for Junghee and I booked at table for us" Jungkook proudly announces 

You are amazed by the place your best friend has chosen. It’s fancy yet cozy but above all, you really appreciate spending time with him. You’ve missed those moments with your best friend. You sip on your wine while chatting with Jungkook. As usual, the talk goes smoothly and it seems like you never run out of topics. However, Jungkook’s next line makes you freeze. 

"I would like another baby" 

You gulp with difficulty. You didn’t know that Harin and him were already at this stage. A weight is crushing on your chest and it’s hard to pretend like you’re not broken at the idea. Yes, you’re happy for your best friend and you know he’ll be a great dad for this second child but like you explained, things won’t be the same between the two of you. You’ll need time to get at the idea.

"Oh" Is all you manage to respond

You don’t even know what to say to him. 

"I know it’s quite sudden but Junghee is already three and this afternoon he asked me about a sibling… I don’t think it’s completely unimaginable" Jungkook explains

He is looking into your eyes to get an hint of your thoughts but you can’t understand them yourself. 

"So, what do you think?" He asks, stress making his heart beating fast in his chest 

"I-I think it’s great" You lie with a chocked throat that spurs you to finish your glass "It’ll definitely take your relationship with Harin on another level"

Jungkook frowns immediately. 

"No, I meant having another baby together, Y/N" He clarifies, gesturing between you and him

"Oh!" You say, once again, surprise more than noticeable on your features 

"I already told you, I can’t imagine having a family with someone other than you"

Your cheeks take a light pinkish color and you bite your lower lip. You also have thought about having another baby recently. And you can’t imagine someone other than Jungkook for the father but what about your friendship? Being a mom is the most beautiful gift in the world for you and to be honest, you miss being pregnant. You miss feeling your baby moving in your belly. You miss feeling Jungkook inside y— Wait, what? No, you don’t! You shake your head to get rid off this ridiculous thought. 

"I think I need time to think about it" You whisper, eyes down in shame of your filthy ideas 

"Sure, take your time. Don’t pressure yourself, it’s okay if you don’t want to, I won’t be less happy with Junghee and you" Jungkook reassures you, grabbing your hand

You are still a little bit lost when Jungkook parks his car in his parents’ garage. You wonder how your life would be if you decide to have a new little member in your family. You’d surely be beyond happy but how would be things with Jungkook? You had the feeling that your relationship was a little confusing when you were married and when you decided to have Junghee in someway. Now, you’re divorced, parents but still best friends. Things got back to normal. Having another child might rattle everything… 

If you stopped lying to yourself for one second, you’ll admit that it’s not having another baby that scares you. It’s being intimate with Jungkook again. He is so perfect, so caring. It’s quite hard to not fall for him. So far, you manage to avoid it by clearly delimited your relationship as friends. Things almost got out of control when you conceived Junghee and you can’t deny that your heart was doing some weird tricks in your chest for a few months — which you easily convinced yourself that it was the hormones talking. But now, there is no hormones and your heart does it again… 

"Hey, are you okay?" Jungkook softly asks you, cupping your face with one of his big and warm palm "You’ve been quiet all along"

"Yeah, I’m okay. I guess I was just deep in thoughts" You confess in a whisper

"Like I said, don’t pressure yourself. It was just an idea" Your best friend reassures you

God, he looks so handsome right now in the dimmed light, the room only lightens by the pale moon coming from the window. He looks unreal. His eyes are as shiny as ever, his cute bubble nose makes you smile and his lips… You should stop looking at them. It’s bad. It’s really bad. Jungkook is your best friend, he has a girlfriend and you have Yoongi — even though your relationship is quite undetermined — and most of all, he is Junghee’s father! Only bad things would follow if you let your desires control you. 

Wait a minute.  

What desires? You don’t have desire for Jungkook! You don’t! Impossible. That’s completely ridiculous and crazy and impossible. Not to mention impossible. Have you already say impossible? Because it is impossible for god’s sake. 

So why are you scooting closer to him and kiss him? Your brain is not responding to any of your pleas and your lips press deeper against Jungkook’s ones. It gets even crazier when he kisses you back! What in the world is happening? You can’t really think about it because it feels too good. 

The kiss is passionate, your hands making a mess in Jungkook’s black hair and his tongue is entering your mouth. Your moans are swallowed by him and your panties get soaked. It’s the first time you two share such an amazing kiss. The most amazing kiss ever. 

You clumsily reach his seat to sit on his lap. The lack of room makes the position quite awkward and you have no choice but to press your boobs against his firm chest. Your hands caress his biceps through the fabric of his shirt and your pussy clenches around nothing when you feel his muscles flexing underneath your touch. Jungkook’s hands don’t stay steady either: one goes up to grab your hair and pushes you deeper against his lips while the other one squeezes your ass through your dress. 

When he leaves your swollen lips to drift away to your throat, your hips start to grin on his crotch and you can feel his boner despite the layers of clothing. Your moans intensify and you have to secure your arm around Jungkook’s head not to fall into the abyss of pleasure. The friction applied on your covered clit is great but you need more. A sneaky hand finds its way between your bodies and starts unzipping his jeans. You whimper when you feel your best friend hard in his underwear. You caress him as well as you can despite the uneasy position and Jungkook lifts up your dress to get access at your bare ass skin. He growls when he roughly grabs your juicy flesh, sending a wave of arousal to your already wet cunt. 

You finally free him from his briefs and manage to push aside your soaked panties. You grab his thick length at the base and impaled yourself on his cock. Your wetness and his pre cum make it easy to enter, even with your tightness. You hide your face on his neck to mutter your loud moans caused by the stretching. Fuck, he is big. Especially since you haven’t had sex for years! But you’re too high on arousal to care about the slight pain and start riding him like a freak. Maybe the man from the beach was right, you are slutty with Jungkook right now. You don’t even recognize yourself. It’s even the first time you fuck somewhere other than a bed!

Jungkook helps you by placing his hands under your ass. The whole car is filled with moans from both sides. You kiss Jungkook’s throat messily, leaving wet stains of saliva on his thin skin. He runs one of his hands up and settles it in the back of your neck to make you take him deeper and harder. He is so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Animalistic growls escape his lips and he urges you to kiss him again. Your groans mix with your tongues and salivas in a real messy and sloppy kiss. 

You can feel your orgasm building up in you despite the aching feeling growing in your legs. You’re out of breathe but you don’t seem to be able to stop. You’re completely controlled by your arousal and you wish you could fuck him all night. The way you’re riding Jungkook’s big cock tells enough about your desires. Your walls clench, making his dick throb inside you and you know that you are both close. A few more jumps are enough to feel his cum shots painting your walls, sending you on the edge too. His seeds mix with your juices, creating a pool of arousal between your legs.

You’re both panting and you rest your sticky forehead against Jungkook’s one. He is keeping you tight in his arms, gently caressing your back. You are slowly coming down from your high and your eyes snap open. What have you done?! You fucked Jungkook, your best friend! You have risked years of friendship for a quickie in his fucking car! While your son and his parents are sleeping in this very same house. Panic fills your body and you gasp at the realization. 

You jump out of the car, only pulling down your dress to cover the mess between your legs and run in shame. You lock yourself in the bathroom, unable to think straight. All you can do is crying for hours, despite Jungkook gently knocking on the door and asking you to open the door — which you never do. 

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

You ended up discreetly sneaking into Jungkook’s bedroom late in the night, praying for him to be asleep or at least pretend to be. You didn’t sleep at all and by the absence of light snoring, you know that Jungkook didn’t either. You don’t really know what to say to him despite you’re sorry: for having sex with him and for running away right after it. If the shoe was on the other foot, you know how hurt you would be. But you’re ashamed and embarrassed to face him just yet…

If Junghee is way too young to get the tensed air between his mom and dad, Jungkook’s parents can clearly feel it. And it does nothing to ease you. You try to focus on your son during breakfast, doing everything you can to avoid Jungkook’s eyes that you easily imagine on you. At some point, your best friend grows sick of it, sighs loudly and grabs his plate to escape the room. When his mom joins him in the kitchen, she can’t hold her worry and questions her son. 

"I told Y/N I wanted another child" Jungkook confesses with a low voice and a defeated look

His mom is not as surprised as he thought she would be. 

"How did she react?" She asks with a comforting hand on her son’s large shoulder 

"She said that she needed to think about it. I mean, I understand but just look at Junghee. We have been so happy since he was born, I don’t think another child would fuck things up between us" Jungkook growls in frustration, running his tattooed hand in his hair 

His mother doesn’t scolds him on his bad language and rather asks:

"Is that why things are tensed this morning?"

"Maybe. Actually… Something happened" Jungkook winces, embarrassed to talk about his sexual life with his mom "I didn’t see the problem before Y/N ran away. And now she doesn’t even look at me! I don’t know what to do"

"Do you regret it?"

Your best friend takes a few seconds to think. Does he? Maybe he wishes that your second time together were in a more romantic atmosphere but he doesn’t regret one bit. He missed your touch, he missed your body. He missed feeling physically connected to you. Sex with you is so different, way more powerful and emotional because he cares about you. He fucking loves you. And honestly, it breaks his heart that you shut him down after sharing a bed — or his car seat to be precise. 

"No. I mean, I wanted to but I don’t want to hurt her, you know?" Jungkook replies with blushed cheeks 

"Y/N has always had a special place in your life, Jungkook. You’ve known each other for a long time. Maybe the idea of things changing between you scares her. But never doubt her love for you. She deeply cares about you and you’ll always be the father of her child. I know you’ll figure things out" His mom reassures him with a tender smile but a hint of worry in her eyes

A little knock on the kitchen door drives Mrs. Jeon’s and Jungkook’s eyes on you. Your red cheeks clearly notify how embarrassed you are. Even quite mad — against you or him or anything else because he can’t quite decide —, your best friend finds you cute. 

"Can I talk to you?" You shyly ask him and he nods before leading you to his bedroom for privacy 

Your eye is everywhere except on him as you gather your courage to speak. 

"I’m so sorry, Kook" You apologize 

"For what?" His voice is a little bit cold but you can’t resent him

"For everything?" You try and sigh "I think I was a little overwhelmed about what happened but I want you to know that you didn’t do anything wrong, it was entirely my fault" 

Your eyes water and your chin is shaking in a dangerous way. Despite his hesitation, Jungkook pulls you into a hug. 

"I get it. Please, don’t cry. Let’s put that aside for now, okay? We can talk about it when you’re ready" Jungkook comforts you, pecking the top of your head

Fuck, why does your best friend have to be this great? He should be mad. You would in his shoes. But he is comforting you instead! And it makes you feel even worst. You keep repeating that you’re sorry while you’re crying in his arms. 

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

It has been one week since your trip to Busan and things have been back to normal. In appearance only but your mind is a real mess. You blush every time your best friend gets close to you and your heart beats heretically whenever he touches you. You feel like you’re going insane. You need you convince yourself that you don’t love Jungkook and that it’s just a side effect of your roll in the hay. 

That’s why you’ve called your mom to babysit Junghee and went on a date with Yoongi. After all, he is a fine man and he is available. You feel terrible when you think about Harin and you still don’t know how you’ll be able to look at her in the eyes… The thought makes you stress. You try not to think about it and concentrate on the movie you’re watching with Yoongi. 

Why don’t you feel any butterfly anymore when he grabs your hand? It’s not good for you or your heart. Yoongi is really great so why don’t you love him? You kind of like him and you find him attractive but he doesn’t fill your mind like Jungkook does. And it’s not fair for Yoongi. He deserves to be someone’s first choice, not some consolation. 

At the end of the movie, you tell the truth to Yoongi and you hope not to hurt him too much. He tells you that he understands and that he is a little bit sad because you’re a great woman — which makes you feel worst. You feel nothing like a great person lately, quite the opposite actually. 

In another part of Seoul, Harin has brought the marriage topic on the table. Again. Maybe she feels threatened after the weekend you’ve spent together. And Jungkook doesn’t know how to escape it because he really doesn’t want to marry Harin. Or any other woman but you. 

"I think it could be great to be a real family, you and me and our babies" Harin states, a dreamy smile on her face 

"Sorry to remind you but I have a family" Jungkook replies with irritation in his voice 

"Yeah, yeah, I know that Junghee will always be part of your life but he’ll get along with our children. Oh, and for the wedding, I was thinking about…"

Harin explains her theme and everything she wants to have for her big day but Jungkook stops listening. His mind drives him back to you. He remembers your wedding and how simple and perfect it was. Full of authenticity. It was a perfect day. His second best day after Junghee’s birth. Which leads him to remember it. How scared he was for you but also how impressed he was. How you grabbed and firmly squeezed his hand until hurting him — not that he cared anyway — when you were pushing. How he encouraged you and told how amazing you were. He remembers your tired yet wide smile when you held your son for the first time. He remembers how he felt when he held Junghee for the first time. His body was so small he was afraid to break it. And he remembers the promise he made to himself that day: to always protect you and your son and to love you even after his last breathe. Nothing could be stronger than the bound you share. Maybe it’s cruel but Harin would never compete against you. There is no choice to make because you are the only one for him. 

But judging how panicked you reacted one week ago, Jungkook doesn’t think he is even an option for you. So he lets his girlfriend blather on her fantasies of wedding and children. 

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

Jungkook is picking up Junghee at the kindergarten because you have a meeting for your job. While he is happy to spend time with his son, your best friend’s body tenses a little when he spots Yoongi in the crowd. Should he greet him? It’s so awkward because Jungkook fucked you while you are in some kind of relationship with the man. Did you tell him? Did you see him after that? Did you sleep with him? Gosh, he hopes not… He would rather get punched for having sex with you than having his heart broken for you having sex with someone else. He can’t help but feel hypocrite when he had sex with Harin this week even though he didn’t really want to. What reassures him a little is that he always wears condoms.

Wait a minute.

He hasn’t with you. Do you take the pill? He is pretty sure you don’t. Oh god, the whole situation is getting out of control. Yes, he wants a baby with you but he doesn’t want to trap you into the situation. Anxiety is eating him alive and he doesn’t even see Yoongi approaching until he is right in front of him. 

"Hi" The man greets him 

"Hi, how are you?" Jungkook tries to hide his panic and his guilt behind a smile 

"Fine" Yoongi lies, his heart is still a little broken but he doesn’t resent you — you can’t control your feelings and he knows it damn well "Seung’s birthday is next weekend and I’m checking on the parents to see who’ll come at the party. Can I count Junghee in?" 

"Sure, he’ll be more than happy" Jungkook releases a sigh, glad that he won’t be punched after all 

A little boy with black hair and a bunny smile runs to him, waiting for his dad to hold him in his arms. Jungkook’s heart melts at his son and he can’t help but wonder if Junghee will soon have a little sister or brother. He tries not to think too much about it and walks to his car. 

The drive to his boxing school doesn’t take long and he mentally thanks you for that: you have insisted for him to choose a building in a district close to all kinds of educative establishments, mainly because it’d be great for his business, but also because it’d be handier when he would be a dad. 

Junghee is always excited to see his dad boxing. He loves imitating him, throwing his little fists in the air. Your best friend has started giving him lessons and he loves the fact that he can deepen his relationship with his child this way. He also hopes that his son will be able to defend himself if he gets in trouble or defend you because you’re way to stubborn to listen to Jungkook and take boxing lessons… On the other hand, he pretty likes being the one to save you. 

Jungkook is kneeled down in front of Junghee and keeps his palms up so your son can punch them. Jungkook can’t help a chuckle at the cute pout adoring the toddler’s focused face. His son smiles proudly whenever Jungkook praises him. Your best friend has no doubt that you would look at them with awe eyes if you were there. 

However, the little lesson has to end when some students enter for their class. It’s not the first time Junghee sees them but he grows shy and hides behind his father’s leg. Surely, the little group of teenagers impresses him. Your best friend smiles tenderly at Junghee and rubs his tattooed hand into the sleek hair of his child to soothe him. He tells him to sit on the bench and grabs an apple juice for him before heading to his students and giving instructions. 

You rush out of the building to take your son home. You gasp when you see some teenage boys punching each others on the ring. You don’t like Junghee to see violence. You know that Jungkook couldn’t do otherwise but it doesn’t please you. Definitely, you had a long day… You’re sure Junghee will have nightmares tonight. 

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Jungkook asks when he spots you 

You nod, quite surprised by his embarrassment and follow him to his office. You frown when he closes the door. What’s so serious? 

"I need to ask you something’"Jungkook looks down a moment before returning his eyes into yours "Are you on the pill?"

Your eyes widen. You really didn’t expect this question. And it’s another reminder of how stupid it was to fuck your best friend. 

"I am" You answer

Now, it’s Jungkook’s turn to be surprised. He thought you weren’t. You always told him that you didn’t want to intoxicated your body with unnecessary doses of hormones if you’re not in a relationship. Does that mean that Yoongi and you have turned a corner? His heart is squeezing painfully in his chest. 

"Oh, okay then, I was worried about nothing" Your best friend says, his hand messing his hair up 

"About that…" You start, embarrassed too "I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what happened" Jungkook opens his mouth to argue but you stop him "I shouldn’t have reacted like that, especially when I’m the one who initiated things. I feel terrible towards you and towards Harin. I really hope that I didn’t make things tensed between you" The idea of it makes you wince and you hide your face in your hands "God, I’m such a horrible person"

"Hey, don’t say that" Jungkook grabs your hands to look at your face with affection in his doe eyes "I could have stopped you and I didn’t because I wanted it too. Please, don’t blame yourself. To be honest, I liked it"

Jungkook’s words make you blush and you look away to prevent yourself from jumping on him once again. Your best friend pulls you to his side to hug you before letting you go. Jungkook kisses Junghee’s chubby cheek to tell him goodbye and you grab you son in your arms to bring him home. 

In his bed, after you’ve read him a book, your son surprises you. Or more like breaks your heart.

"What?" You say because maybe you haven’t heard well and gosh, you wish you haven’t

"Daddy and Harin are getting married" He repeats 

All blood leaves your face and you feel like your heart has stopped. 

"Why do you say that?" You ask with a white voice

"Harin told me" 

You might be completely broken at the news but you need to know how your son feels like because it’s the most important thing for you. 

"What do you feel about it?"

"I’m okay. I like Harin, she makes good pancakes" Junghee replies innocently 

You nod and kiss his forehead before escaping his room to cry in your bed. You made Jungkook cheat on his future wife! You’re so horrible! Worst, your heart is broken while you should be happy for your best friend. Why didn’t Jungkook tell you? Is it because you had sex? You knew that you’ve fucked things up! Now your best friend isn’t confiding to you anymore, even for something as important as a fucking wedding! You feel bad. Terrible. You’re the one who provoked what you absolutely wanted to avoid: things has changed between Jungkook and you.

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

Junghee is playing with the new toys his grandparents gave him in Busan. You look at him with a distracted look because your attention is set on the news channel. It’s not the first time Seoul has to go through a typhoon, however, you’re a little worried because the TV keeps repeating that this one is especially violent. You try to keep calm for Junghee but the dark sky and the pouring rain don’t help. It’s the first time you have to face such a weather condition without Jungkook. You mentally note the advises the anchors give: preparing some candles or flashlights in case of blackout, making sure to stay away from the windows and closing the blinds if possible. You sigh and join your son, innocent as usual, only caring about the little imaginary world he has created in his mind. It helps to soothe you, even though you wonder if your best friend is okay. 

"Where are you going?" Harin asks with an irritated tone when she witnesses Jungkook grabbing his car key

Jungkook stops his movements and looks at his girlfriend like it was evident. They have just listened to the same news as you and Jungkook immediately reached the entry of his apartment — where Harin seems to spend more and more time each day. 

"I’m worried about Junghee and Y/N" He explains 

"They’re fine!" Harin scoffs "And look outside, it’s pouring! You can’t go out"

Jungkook is growing frustrated. He is worried, he doesn’t want to leave you two alone. His heart is beating so fast in his chest because of the stress. His whole body is begging him to go and make sure you’re safe. Why can’t Harin understand that? You’re his family! Anger is starting to build inside him and he can’t help but yelling at Harin because she has been acting like a crazy woman lately and Jungkook is sick of it. 

"I can’t leave my kid and my wife alone!" 

"Your wife?!" Harin snaps "Really Jungkook?" Her voice is nothing sweet and it’s full of grudge

"You know what I mean" Jungkook replies with a roll of eyes 

"No, I don’t actually. You are not married! And I am your girlfriend" Harin reminds him 

It’s true. Jungkook knows it. But he can’t help feeling upset at that thought. He is still seeing himself as your husband, maybe because for him it’s complicated to separate that from being Junghee’s father. His instinct is always to protect you and your toddler. When he pictures his family, it’s you, Junghee and him. Harin is never in the picture to be honest. What he wants is to be with you. Right now, he can’t even remember why he agreed to sign those stupid divorce papers. 

"I need to go" Jungkook settles to say, his voice a little softer than before 

"If you pass that door, it’s over" Harin says with confidence, her arms crossed on her chest

Your best friend has never liked ultimatums and this one is by far the worst. He scoffs before opening the door and leaving. He doesn’t even give a last look to Harin. 

The rain might be pouring, the wind might be going wild, nothing could prevent Jungkook from reaching you. Actually, the hostile weather convinces him that being with you was the right decision. He just can’t imagine not being there for you while he knows that you are worried and alone with your son. He is not scared about the road but about leaving you alone. It’s all he can think about while driving toward you and Junghee. 

The door opening makes you jolt. The familiar face with soaked, dark hair appearing provokes a weird trick in your chest. 

"Kook?" The surprise is evident on your face and in your voice but everything disappears when your best friend gives you the most tender smile ever ‘What are you doing here? Are you crazy? You could have had an accident!’ You scold him even though you’re so glad he is here 

"I was worried about you" Jungkook simply replies

Your mouth mimics a silent ‘Thank you’ and Jungkook joins Junghee at the coffee table. Your son has given up his toys to get down on one of his favorite hobbies: drawing. He chuckles when he spots his dad and almost immediately tries to climb on him. It doesn’t take long for him to use his pens on Jungkook’s tattooed sleeves. From time to time, Junghee nods proudly at his art piece, filling with color some patterns of the tattoos or adding completely new drawings. 

"I want to have drawings on my arm like daddy" Your son suddenly states 

"Wow, not until eighteen, right mama?" Jungkook laughs, imagining his three-year old toddler with tattoos

"You mean not until at least forty" You correct him, half-joking half-panicking at your little boy covered in ink

Junghee pouts but focuses again on his pens. You and Jungkook are looking at him with love eyes. He is so cute! His doe eyes are wide open and his little mouth is slightly open. You love how immersed he gets when he is doing something. He doesn’t care one bit about the weather raging outside, he is in his little bubble and he has trapped your best friend and you in it. 

"Mama, come help me" 

You chuckle and grab a pen yourself. You scoot closer to Jungkook, feeling the warmth of his body. While Junghee is sitting on Jungkook’s lap, you’re against your best friend’s side. One hand rests on his shoulder to stay steady while you’re drawing a little flower on his hand. Jungkook hums at your touch. It feels good. The simple moment with his son and you fills up his chest with joy, he feels like he is the happiest and luckiest man on Earth. He can’t help himself and grabs your small hand in his, not caring about the pen between your fingers. You lift up your head in surprise, trying to understand why he has done that but you find yourself unable to say anything. 

Jungkook’s handsomeness and closeness just cut your breathe. He is so pretty and the way is looking at you, like you’re the most precious thing in his life, is destabilizing. You’re two seconds away from kissing his pulp lips that attract you. Thankfully, you get back to your senses, shake your head and remove your hand from his grip. 

"I, uhm, I’ll go take some milk for Junghee" You stutter, cheeks completely blushed

You escape as fast as you can and welcome the cold air coming from the fridge on your burning face. You need to focus. You need to stop thinking about your best friend this way. You hate how hot, handsome and caring he is right now. Last time you did something stupid, you almost ended up pregnant and destroy Jungkook’s future wedding. You have to stop! You need to keep your distance with Jungkook. He is only here for Junghee. 

Your baby had hidden in Jungkook’s arms when the typhoon was at its climax. Thankfully, your building was far enough not to suffer from big damages and the city went back to normal only a few hours later. All the emotions of the day pushed your son in a sound sleep. You watch in awe your best friend putting Junghee in his bed. You close the door as softly as you can and you face an embarrassing silence between Jungkook and you. 

"So, what’s the date?" You ask after clearing your throat

You hope that bringing the wedding topic with a light tone will spur Jungkook to see that you are still his confidant. You don’t want to let the incident in his car ruining your friendship. In fact, things have to be even smoother than before if you want your growing family to work. 

However, Jungkook is frowning and looking at you with a confused face. 

"The date for what?" 

"Kook" You sigh, a little hurt that he doesn’t trust you "You can tell me, it’s okay. Actually, I would have rather liked hearing it from you and from our three-year old son. But I get it, things have been… strange lately. Nevertheless, I want you to know that I am sincerely happy for you and Harin" You manage to give him a small smile 

"I’m sorry but I really don’t know what you are talking about" Jungkook replies, working his brain out to get a clue 

"Your wedding, Jungkook!" You clarify, frustration noticeable in your voice

"My what?!" Your best friend shouts, completely taken aback 

"Did you think that I wouldn’t know?" You ask, trying to make sense of his genuine incredulity 

"Y/N, I am not getting married! Don’t you think that I would tell you? Where did you get that idea?"

It’s your turn to frown. What’s going on? 

"Junghee told me that you were getting married… Maybe he didn’t get it right?"

"I’ve never told him anything like that, like never. I don’t want to marry Harin for fuck’s sake" Jungkook says 

You purse your lips because what you are thinking about is way too crazy to be the truth. Did Harin lie to your son? Why? That’s just horrible! It can’t be… 

"What?" Jungkook spurs you to speak up "What did you think about? And don’t lie, I know that face"

"I don’t want to create problems" You finally decide to say "Maybe… maybe you should talk to Harin and clarify the situation because I think it’s just a big misunderstanding"

Jungkook is feeling his anger growing inside his bones. What did Harin do? After promising he’ll be back soon, he drives back to his apartment. His fists are so tightly clenched around his wheel that his knuckles are white. He wants some explanations now. Did she dare messing up with his family? With his son? With you? Jungkook is fucking pissed. He storms in and hardly contains his wrath. 

"What did you say to Junghee?" 

His angry tone makes Harin jolt. Her eyes widen in fear because she has never seen him this angry. 

"I-I don’t know what you are talking about…" She lies

"Speak now!" Jungkook shouts, his eyes even darker than usual

"I, uhm, told him that we were talking about marriage?" She tries with a small voice and Jungkook almost looses it 

"You were talking about marriage!" He rectifies "Do you have any idea of what you’ve done?! Are you fucking insane? He is my son! You can’t tell him something like that! Don’t come near me or my family ever again. Now, get the fuck out!"

Witnessing Jungkook’s fury, Harin doesn’t argue and leaves as fast as she can. Jungkook needs a couple of minutes to calm down. He needs to let go of his anger and there is no better way than boxing for him. For the third time of the day, he steps in his car to head to his boxing school. He doesn’t even know how many hours he hits the punching bag. He can’t believe that Harin almost destroyed his relationship with his son and with you! He can’t imagine what was in your pretty head when you thought he was getting married while he told you hundred of times that you were the only one for him. He makes a pact with himself: he will put a ring on your and his fingers so no one will ever make you feel like you’re not the love of his life.

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

It’s already three am and you still haven’t heard about Jungkook. You’re way too worried to sleep and you’re walking back and forth in your living room. You’ve tried to call him but gained no response. He told you he would be back but he hasn’t. And he left pretty pissed off. Furious, actually. You’re scared something has happened to him. Did he get into a fight with Harin? Did they make up? Did he have an accident? There are so many different scenarios possible and you don’t know which one is the truth. If you didn’t have to watch Junghee, you would already be in your car, looking all around Seoul for him. 

When you’re about to officially lose your sanity, the door opens. You run to Jungkook and hug him out of relief. Thank god, he is okay. You step back just enough to look at him: he is sweaty and tired and his clenched jaws are a clear sign of how tensed he is. 

eI was so worried" You whisper, not to wake up your son "Is everything okay? Did you talk to Harin?"

Your best friend scoffs at the name. He still feels angry but less since you’ve hugged him. Your touch has always had some kind of magical power when it comes to soothe him. 

"She told Junghee that we were getting married. I can’t believe she lied to our son. You don’t know how mad I am right now. I ended things with her"

You nod, trying to integrate the news. Despite being completely taken aback by Harin’s actions, you feel terrible to have doubted Jungkook. He is your best friend, your baby daddy, the man you trust the most in the entire world. You should have known that he would never hide something this huge. 

"I’m sorry" You tell him because there really are the words that sum up pretty much everything you want to say 

"Don’t be. I’m not sad because of her. But I am sad because I feel like I almost lost you" He explains with sincerity and it breaks your heart 

"Kook, you will never lose me" You put a delicate hand on his jaw "I love you so much, you have no idea. I’ll always be there for you. You’re an amazing man. An amazing dad and the best best friend ever and I don’t think you know it"

Emotion fills the air between you two. Jungkook’s heart melts at your words and you can see it in his eyes becoming tenderer. He deserves the whole world. And suddenly, an idea comes to your mind and your look changes. Jungkook must misinterpret it because there is no way you’re looking at him with lust right now. It must be the fatigue from his boxing. 

His heart stops and he gulps loudly when he watches you kneeling down. He wishes his dick wasn’t hardening by seeing you down in front of him and lifting up your pretty face to look into his eyes. The sight is sinful and he can’t let his fantasies controlling him because he would do unspeakable things to your mouth. However, he doesn’t have time to question you that your hands are already working on his sweatpants to take it down. You caress him through the fabric of his briefs and it makes his cock almost completely hard in no time. 

"Y/N" He whispers with a chocked and raspy voice "What are you doing?"

"I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Don’t you want it?"

The innocence and insecurity in your voice mixed with the way your eyes seem bigger when you look up at him prevent him from thinking straight. He can only nod, waiting for your next move. A wave of arousal goes straight between your legs when you grab the hem of his underwear and push it down, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth waters at the sight and you realize that it’s the first time you get to really admire his dick. It’s thick and big and you know how much pleasure it brings. But you are a little worried at the size of it and you wonder if you’ll be able to take him entirely in your mouth. 

The drop of pre cum escaping his tip is way too tempting so you poke your tongue out to lick it. Both Jungkook and you moan. He tastes sweet and you want more. You rest your hand at his base while you start kissing and taking fat laps of his head. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of you because it’s too good to be real. Your lips are soft against his velvet skin and the wet strains you leave with your mouth and tongue are driving him insane. He has to control him not to fuck your throat like a maniac. 

When his tip is glistening with a mix of your saliva and his pre cum, you open your mouth wide, stick your tongue out and take him in. It feels good to have Jungkook’s cock filling your mouth. You have never been fond of blowjobs and yet, sucking your best friend’s dick arouses you more than you want to admit. The sweet moans and growls from Jungkook spur you to fasten your pace. You take him quicker and deeper each time, creating some sloppy and sinful sounds. Your tongue caresses his vein and the sweet spot connecting his tip to his length. Your hand frees his base and heads south to cup his balls while you push deeper, making you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat. 

"Oh fuck" Jungkook moans in pure ecstasy "Your mouth is so fucking good" 

His praise makes you proud and you want to give him even more pleasure. Your free hand that was resting on his hip grabs his to put it in your hair. You look at him through your wet lashes and Jungkook gets the message. You’re so perfect, he thinks while he intertwine his fingers with your strands. You open your mouth a little wider and lets him settle the pace and the deepness of his thrusts. You can’t help a few tears when he deep-throats you but you actually love chocking on his cock. The wetness of your pussy is a clear sign of it. 

"Fuck, baby" He hisses when he pushes deep and rests a little to feel your throat contracting around his dick 

He pulls out to let you breathe and enjoys the line of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his member. You’re so fucking hot like that. He wishes he could take a picture of you right now to keep the memory because he knows it’s a once in a lifetime thing. 

"Cum in my mouth" You tell him with a oh-so-sweet voice and he can’t believe it’s true 

He rubs his soaked tip against the pillow of your lips, making a glistening mess that turns him on so bad and pushes his cock right back in. Your hand is deliciously cupping his heavy balls and Jungkook growls while throwing his head back with delight. Feeling your wet and warm mouth around him is really, really good. He fucks your mouth like there is no tomorrow, bringing more tears to your eyes. Your other hand caresses his firm abs and the flexing muscles underneath your fingertips provoke a sweet moan from you. It vibrates on Jungkook’s cock and he can feel how close he is. His thrusts are not soft but you know he tries to hold himself back. 

You pray for the sinful sounds not to wake up Junghee and you push your head further, your nose almost touching his pubic. 

"Oh shit, I’m gonna cum’"Jungkook informs you 

You hum to notify him that it’s okay and you feel his grab tightening in your hair. You think that Jungkook is going to go a little wilder but he surprises you when his other hand gently settles on your cheeks to caress you with his thumb. 

"Look at me" He asks but his voice is so weak that it’s more like a plea

You do as he says and meet your best friend’s frowning and fucked up face with a slight open mouth. He is damn hot. Your eyes are shiny because of your tears but you are so gorgeous. He can’t believe how lucky he is. You’re so fucking sexy and the fact that he is the one to see this side of you makes his dick throb. You’re usually his very sweet baby mama — which also makes him horny to be true — but right now, you are like a goddess coming straight from his wildest sexual dreams. You are looking at each other with your usual affection eye but there is a sparkle of lust too that sends him on the edge. He is fully focused on you: your tongue, your hands on him, the sleek of your hair tangled in his fist, your soft skin underneath his thumb and your fucking beautiful eyes that he would like to look at forever. Jungkook cums on your tongue with soft growls. 

Your cheeks are burning red when Jungkook steps in the bathroom to clean himself. You can’t believe you’ve just done that. However, it’s not panic that takes over you like the last time but a sweet feeling and a huge wave of arousal. It just felt right. Maybe the fact that you are both single eases you too. You sigh in content as you drop onto your couch, blushing when you replay the filthy scene that just took place in your living room. 

"Shit" Jungkook curses when he drops the towel down after washing his hands

He bends over to reach it but his eyes get attracted by something in your bathroom bin. His body freezes for a second and his hand is shaky when he grabs the little box. Carefully, he opens it and pulls out the pregnancy test. It’s negative. 

Jungkook doesn’t know if he is relieved or sad about it. But you’re on the pill so did you take the test just to be sure? Did you think you were pregnant? Is it after you had sex or is it because you’ve slept with Yoongi too? There are so many questions in his mind right now and the only way to answer them is to ask you directly. 

Your best friend finds you on the couch, a gentle smile on your face. The room is quite dark, only enlightens by the moon so you don’t see that Jungkook has the test in his hand. He sits next to you and he clears his throat. 

"I found this in your bin" He says as softly as he can 

He doesn’t want you to feel accused. He just wants to know and he knows you: you must have your reasons not to tell him. 

Your eyes widen and your heart starts beating fast. 

"It’s negative" You say with a chocked voice

"I know. Did you think you were pregnant?" Jungkook asks and you bite your lower lip — there is no point in lying since everything is fine 

"Maybe?" You reply "I wanted to be sure because, you know, you had sex" You explain with blushed cheeks 

"But you’re on the pill" Your best friend tries to understand 

"I… I’m not. I lied because I didn’t want you to panic and you were with Harin. I already felt so guilty. And then, the test came back negative so I didn’t see the point of telling you. I would have had if it were positive" You explain

"Is that weird that I wish it was positive?"

You look up at Jungkook and shake your head: you have wished too in someway. You know damn well that he is confessing that because you’ve come clear too. He always tells you a secret when you share one of yours. He has been doing that since you were eight and you love it. There are so many things you love about him actually. 

"Come here, baby daddy" You whisper, opening your arms for him to scoot closer 

You rest your head on his shoulder while he wraps you into his embrace. You both enjoy the peaceful silence and you close your eyes when Jungkook gently rubs your side. 

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

Jungkook is watching you getting ready for Yoongi’s son birthday party. He doesn’t know if he should enjoy how good you look in the dress he has bought you — an ankle-long tight black dress with long sleeves from the lounge wear collection of Skims that really pleases him because you’re like the perfect hot mom — or if he should grow grumpy because you might put efforts for another man. The way the dress hugs your curves is insane: your boobs and your ass are perfectly accentuated and you are fucking sexy. Jungkook can’t hold himself and hugs you from behind. Despite looking like one of your usual friend hugs, he presses his crotch a little further against your ass and you can’t deny that a wave of arousal washes over you. 

"You look good, baby mama" Jungkook says with a voice a little raspy 

"You do too, Kook" You reply with blushed cheeks as you’re eyeing his white shirt perfectly holding his buff chest and his strong thighs covered by his black jeans

You can feel your best friend’s inked hand slowly rubbing your stomach before going up and stopping right under your boobs. Your breathe is cut off and all you can think about is feeling Jungkook everywhere on your body. Your eyes cling on each other through the mirror. You notice how Jungkook’s eyes are even darker than usual and the way they look hungry. He tilts his head and lightly kisses the thin and sensitive skin straight below your earlobe, which makes you shiver. It’s so erotic how slowly and delicately yet sensually Jungkook moves. You press your thighs against each other because your panties are more than wet now, which causes a smirk on Jungkook’s face. His hand is about to finally grab your tit when a little boy jumps on your bed. 

You immediately put some distance between your bodies. 

"Come on, we’re gonna be late!" Junghee whines 

You know he has been waiting all day for his friend’s birthday. You pick him up in your arms and Jungkook takes care of the present and your bag. Your best friend smiles at the scene: you’re a beautiful family. A tender smile paints his face when he sees his son tightening his little arms around your neck to hug you. The amount of love he is feeling right now is indescribable. 

Your son is immediately running to Seung when you arrive at the party. You’re feeling a little embarrassed to face Yoongi after what happened. You have managed to avoid him at work but there is no way to escape now. Your colleague spots out and gives you a nod to which you reply with a smile. Jungkook is watching the interaction between you and he frowns. Why are you not talking to him? Why is the atmosphere tensed? He can’t say that he is not happy about it because to be honest, he was a little stressed to be the fifth wheel with Yoongi and you. It would have broke his heart to witness some sweet gestures between the two of you, especially since your best friend and you have been intimate. 

"What happened?" Jungkook discreetly asks in your ear, unable to keep his curiosity away any longer 

"Yoongi is really great" You start with a sigh and the compliment makes Jungkook jealous "But I just think that there is not enough place for another man in my life right now"

"Well, you know I’m the only man for you" Your best friend teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist to press you into his side with possessiveness 

"Actually, Junghee is the only man for me, he fills up all my dreams" You reply and stick out your tongue in a playful way 

"Then we have to make a little baby girl to be even" Jungkook says lowly, squeezing your flesh a little which makes you blush 

You are helping to set the food on the table while Jungkook is giving a spontaneous boxing lesson to the children after Junghee has bragged about his dad being a superhero, resulting in all the kids wanting to be one too. Your eyes are sparking with affection when you watch the scene. Jungkook is really good with kids and he is a great father to Junghee. The idea of having a baby hasn’t seemed too crazy lately. Having a little girl or a little boy with him fills your chest with happiness. Maybe you should do it. The only thing that holds you back is your relationship with Jungkook. You’re not sure you want to have a baby with your best friend anymore… You wish you could have a baby with your husband. You miss the ring on your finger, you miss Jungkook as your hubby. 

You’re not stupid enough to not have noticed that your relationship has slightly evolved recently but marriage is a big step. However, it’s the twenty-first century so if you want to be married, you don’t have to wait for the proposal: you can ask him yourself, for real this time. Perhaps, after all, your friends and family were right all along: you were bound to fall in love with your best friend. 

You don’t know when you fell in love with Jungkook. Was it after having Junghee? When you got married? Or have you actually being in love with him since you were eight? Maybe you didn’t know that your love for him was actually a romantic love because it’s all you’ve ever known. It doesn’t really matter though because now you know. You love him. As your best friend, as your baby daddy and as the best man you’ve ever met. You just love him, as a person, all of him.

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

Your son wanted to stay for Seung's sleepover so you went back home with Jungkook only. Your heart is beating like crazy. You try to imagine how your best friend will react when you ask him to marry and the stress is filling your whole body. You can’t look at him in the eyes. 

"I can’t believe Junghee is old enough to go to sleepovers" Jungkook jokes "He’ll soon have his first girlfriend"

"Don’t  you think it’s a little bit young for a girlfriend?" You say with a sigh because your baby can’t grow up so fast 

"I had my first one at three" He proudly informs you but you’re too tensed to laugh

You keep avoiding his glance and you fiddle with your fingers as the anxiety directs your blood to your feet to run away.

"Is everything okay?" Jungkook asks, worried 

"Yes. Can you… wait here please?" You reply, escaping the living room as fast as you can 

You breath deeply before looking into your nightstand. The sliver ring is immediately noticeable with the way it shines under the light. A light smile appears on your face when you remember putting the ring on your best friend’s finger a few years ago. After your divorce, you agreed on keeping Jungkook’s ring and him yours. It was a way to always have a small part of each other as spouses. You are so glad to have it right now, even though you can feel the stress filling up your body. Are you really going to ask him to marry you? Yes, you are. The thought could make you giggle if the possibility of rejection didn’t make you nauseous. 

When you enter the living room, you find Jungkook sitting patiently on the couch. He immediately stands up because he can sense your uneasiness. He frowns and opens his mouth to speak but you stop him by showing the ring. Confusion is clear on your best friend’s face. 

"I know that it might sound crazy" You start, gathering all your courage for your confession and grabbing his left hand at the same time, the contact of your skins smooths you a bit "But you and I have shared so many things. I’ve never been happier than when we were married. It took me years to finally notice that…" You gulp, the next words being the most important yet scary words "I love you, Kook. I truly, deeply love you. So, will you marry me? Again?" 

You end up your proposal with a hitch pitch tone that fakes chill while you’re going crazy because you have just opened your heart and you feel vulnerable. You look at him and the few seconds of silence are killing you. 

"No"

"No?" Your heart stops, breaks, burns or maybe everything at the same time 

You feel stupid. It was so stupid to think that Jungkook would marry you or love you the way you do. You agreed on being friends years ago, why did you think something has changed? Because of the few loving eyes you shared? Because you had sex? Because he said you were the only one for him? You can’t believe you’ve interpreted it all wrong. You want to cry but you fight the tears to maintain your dignity. And even if Jungkook doesn’t want to marry you, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you because you know he does. Maybe just not the same as you do. 

Jungkook starts to panic when he notices the hurt on your face. He steps closer and cups your face with his big palms.

"No, no, no, it’s not what I wanted to say!" He adds quickly "I want to marry you!" The confession makes your heart jumps in your chest "God, you don’t know how much I want it but you can’t ask me to marry you" Now, you’re the one confused and your heartbeats are going wild but you don’t even know why "You can’t ask me because I want to ask you. So your proposal is going to mess up all my plan to set up a very romantic diner with flowers and all that shit"

You can’t help a giggle. 

"I don’t care about that, Kook. Our wedding was perfect as simple as it was and I don’t need anything more than you and Junghee. So please, marry me?" You ask again, tears — of joy? — in your eyes

"Yes!" He exclaims, right before kissing you

The kiss is good. So damn good. You release all the stress you’ve accumulated and Jungkook’s lips have never felt so sweet. It’s addictive and you’re not sure you can live without them anymore. You pull away just enough to put the ring on his finger and it fits perfectly. Not only because it was his ring before but because it belongs here. His hand seems empty without it and his life is not complete without you as his wife. The strong emotion of the moment brings tears to your eyes: it’s so much love that it can’t contain in your body. 

"I love you" He whispers, his shiny doe eyes even brighter than usual

You are going to marry your best friend. Again. But this time, for real — but can you really say that the last time was not real? All these years, you were blind or maybe too afraid to notice that you actually were in love with him. It’s in fact impossible not to when Jungkook is perfect. He is your family and not only because he is your baby daddy. He feels like home. His strong arms are your shelter and gosh, you love him so much. 

"There is another thing I want to do with you" He announces, his voice deep and thick with emotion "I want to make love with you" Those words send delightful shivers down your spine "And I want another baby. Maybe not now if you’re not ready, but someday"

"I’m ready" You softly reply "I’ve been thinking about it for a few months now and I don’t want anyone else but you" 

Jungkook’s heart jumps in his chest and his euphoria takes control of his body. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. You gasp and laugh while you instinctively circles his hips with your legs. You put your lips on his again, craving for his touch everywhere on you. Butterflies fill your stomach when he walks to your bedroom. He delicately lands you on your bed and lifts up your dress to access your covered pussy. His eyes shines with lust and you bit your lower lip. He circles your clit with his thumb through the thin fabric, making your head roll back and your panties wetter. You wish he could just take if off already to feel him skin to skin. 

He places himself between your open legs and slowly drag down your underwear. He is amazed by your glistening cunt, so appetizing. He kisses your inner thighs, which causes you to jolt a little so your future husband has to hold your legs open for him — thinking about Jungkook as that creates a frog of delicious delirium around your brain, or maybe it’s just the way he touches you? 

"Can I taste you?" He asks with eagerness and you blush hard 

You nod and bit your lip with anticipation, and Jungkook doesn’t waste time. He takes a fat lap of your arousal and hums at your sweet taste. He then gives a quick and tender kiss on your clit before diving into it shamelessly. His expert tongue rolls around your sensitive bud and you can’t help tugging on his black hair. You moan, a harmonious melody to his ears. His mouth gets rougher, taking sinful gulps from your dripping pussy. 

Jungkook notices your walls clenching around nothing and rectifies it by entering you with his tongue. It feels so fucking good, especially when his nose bumps against your clit.

"Oh god!" You moan, your cunt throbbing around his wet muscle

Your back arches because you want to feel him more. It’s paradoxical because you don’t know if you can take any more pleasure. He settles his inked hand flat on your lower tummy, appreciating the softness of your skin and willing to protect the place where his second child will develop — he hopes — soon,  and takes it as an opportunity to rub your clit with his thumb. Your pussy is so wet with your arousal and his saliva that your fiancé’s mouth is making sloppy yet so arousing sounds. Jungkook’s hums echo into you, driving you completely crazy. 

"I want you" You groan as you tug on his hair to bring his handsome yet ruined face to yours

You kiss him passionately and you taste yourself on his tongue. It feels so sinful yet so arousing. To be honest, you could have cummed just with his tongue but you want to do it around his big fat cock. And now that you know that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with Jungkook, you know you can use his mouth on your cunt another time. Every time you want. 

Your hands impatiently grab the hem of his shirt, urging Jungkook to reveal his perfect body to you. And he does. Your breathe gets cut. He is gorgeous. His bare torso is even more beautiful in the sunset light coming from your window, or maybe it’s love that taints your vision. Your hand caresses his skin and you feel his muscles flexing under your touch. You run your hand on his biceps and abs and finally reach his own hand. You squeeze it tenderly and look at Jungkook in the eyes. The time seems to stop for a second. There is no words needed because you both know what you want to say: you love each other. 

Jungkook brings your hand to his lips and kisses it before helping you to take off your dress and your bra. It’s weird to be all naked in front of him because, even through it’s only the second time, you feel comfortable. And you know it’s because it’s him. You feel his doe eyes traveling on your body, making you blush. 

"You’re beautiful" He tells you 

"You’re beautiful, too" You whispers back 

Jungkook feels like he loves you even more. Every time he hears your sweet voice, every time he sees your face, every time he looks at Junghee, he loves you more. He wonders how it’s even possible since his love for you is already endless. 

He grabs a pillow and places it under your head to make you comfortable since he intends to make love to you all night long. His breathe aches when your hands unbutton his jeans. His own hands join yours to peel himself naked. Your thumb spreads a drop of pre cum on his tip, making Jungkook moans softly yet huskily. 

He brings your legs to your chest to admire your pussy once again. He can’t wait to enter you, especially when he sees your hole clenching. Fuck, it’s so hot, it’s like your cunt is craving for his cock. With two fingers, he penetrates you, just enough to gather enough of your juices to lube his hard length. 

When his dick is shining with your essence, he grabs the base of it and brings it closer to your pussy. He looks at you another time, silently asking you if it’s okay and you vigorously nod, owning a smirk from Jungkook. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut close when the tip passes over your entrance. He goes slow, making you feel every single inch of his cock. It’s so big that it stretches you in the best way possible. When he is entirely in you, you let go the air you were keeping in your lungs. 

"Fuck, it’s big" You moan, filling Jungkook’s chest with pride 

You might have had sex not so long along, the position and the no-rush of the situation makes you feel him more. Last time, you didn’t really take time to appreciate how well he opens your cunt and how fucking good it feels. 

"You’re the one who makes me this hard" He teases but bends over to kiss you and soothes a little of your discomfort — which is not, it’s pure pleasure

You want to move your legs but the inked man has other plans. He keeps them close to your chest by holding the back of your knees and starts humping into you. His pelvis snaps against your pussy and ass, making your head froggy with delight. You have to put a hand on your mouth to cover your loud moans but Jungkook doesn’t like it. He frees your legs, which automatically wrap around his waist, and intertwines yours fingers with his, placing both hands next to your head. 

"Let me hear you" He cockily says and you immediately groan louder — you can’t really do otherwise when he is pounding harsher 

"Oh god, Kook!" 

You squeeze his hands harder to hold onto something, the pleasure way too big not to loose your sanity. Immediately, Jungkook’s eyes are attracted by your bare finger and he frowns. He doesn’t like it. With a swift move, he slides his own ring on your left forefinger. Despite the ring being too big for you, his chest is filled with happiness and pride. Your small hand adorned with his ring next to his tattooed skin is so beautiful and romantic and means everything to him that he wishes he could take a picture — he would if he wasn’t ball deep inside you right now. It feels right yet extraordinary. Loving you was never a choice he made but if he had to, he would. A hundred times, in a hundred different lives. 

"Look at me" He asks you gently, slowing his dick strokes a little 

His pace is more passionate and romantic now, rolling his hips deep against you. Your eyes are drawn into his black irises full of love. You free your right hand and cup his face. Jungkook presses his cheek against your palm and slightly turns his head to settle a soft kiss on it. The gesture is sweet and attacks your heart. 

"My beautiful man" You whisper, your eyes getting watery by the emotion even though it’s hard to believe that Jungkook is now yours because you can’t be this lucky

You can feel his tip brushing against your g-spot from time to time. Your fiancé gets a clue of it since your walls tighten around him. It’s so fucking good and your bouncing boobs are like a challenge for him: he wants to fuck you harder to make them jolt more. So he does, the low and deep pace long forgotten to set a quick yet still deep rhythm. He grabs one tit and pinches your nipple quite hard. 

"Kook!" You whine 

"Sorry, I couldn’t resist, I love your boobs" He apologies but still keeps his hand around your breasts 

He digs his knees firmly into the mattress and straightens up to pound into you harder. He places one of your legs on his shoulder and wraps his strong arms around it to keep you in place. The change of angle sends his cock directly to your sweet spot.

"Oh, god, right here! I’m gonna come!" You notify Jungkook and he nods

"Go on, baby, make me see your pretty fucked face" He replies with grinned teeth due to the effort

The sound of your clapping skins is hot and all your senses are filled by Jungkook. Your room even smells like sex. And what a great sex… You’ve never felt this good while fucking because it’s more than just the physical aspect, it’s also the emotional side. 

Your left hand reaches for one of his and your fiancé tenderly smiles at the silver band around your finger shining with the light. You feel real close to the edge. Your cunt becomes tight and Jungkook hisses with pleasure. He leads your hand to your pussy so he can use his thumb on your clit. It’s what you needed to feel the wave of arousal washing over you. You loudly moan his name while you’re cumming, creaming Jungkook’s fat cock. He helps you reach your high with his poundings and the delicious circles he draws on your sensitive bud. 

You’re out of breathe when you come back to Earth and the tattooed man has slowed down his pace but he hasn’t come yet. That’s something you need to fix. You push on his pec to make him rest on his back. You’re quick to sit on his lap, knees on both sides of his perfect and sexy body, especially with a thin layer of sweat and a heavily breathing chest. You hold his dick up to impale yourself on it. 

Jungkook settles his hands on your hips and guides you to find the good rhythm. You take support on his strong chest and smile at the ring. You can’t wait to have your own. 

You ride him like a maniac despite your exhaustion. Your hair sticks to your forehead and to the back of your neck but you don’t care. You take him deep, so deep that your clit brushes to his pelvis every time. 

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good" He growls, his eyes set on your bouncing tits 

He gives you a quick slap on his ass, provoking a squeak of surprise from you, soon replaced by arousal. There is a pool of mess between your legs and Jungkook can feel your juices dripping down his balls. 

"I want to fill you so bad" He continues "I can’t wait to see pregnant again"

His words make your heart jump and your pussy clench. Why does pregnancy turn you on so much? 

"My gorgeous baby mama" He whispers, more to himself than to you but you hear him nonetheless 

"If having a baby make you this hard, then we should have more than two kids" You tease him

"You make me hard and it’s having a baby with you that makes me happy" He rectifies, your cheeks taking a darker shade of red

The butterflies coming from his confession spur you to faster your pace. Your ass slaps against his thighs, filling the room with sinful sounds. Jungkook squeezes your asscheeks and controls your moves by pulling you harsher on his cock. 

"Fuck, you ride me so well, baby" 

Your moan are louder as you feel another orgasm approaching. Your moves get unsteady and Jungkook takes over by lifting his hips and thrusting into your throbbing cunt. Your head rolls back, making your groans raspier and your hands fitting into fists on his chest. 

"Kook.." You try to say between dick strokes "I’m close"

"Me too, baby" He growls

Your body shakes, your toes curl and you fall on his torso as you cum again. White dots paints your vision and you feel like in another world. Jungkook’s arms wraps around your frame to hold you in place as he chases his own high. You settle some kisses in his sweaty neck and your hands run through his black hair. 

"Cum inside me" You plea, driving your fiancé crazy 

"Oh, fuck…" He moans as he releases his hot shots of seeds 

You are both panting and none of you wants to move. So you stay like that, sweaty and exhausted but cuddling. You hum when he caresses your back and kisses your temple. 

"I love you" You whisper, your head beyond the clouds because of your orgasms and your happiness 

"I love you, too" He replies gently before jokingly adding "If that doesn’t make you pregnant, I’ll be happy to try again"

A tired laugh escapes your lips. You are happy. So, so happy right now in your best friend/baby daddy/fiancé’s arms. All the things he is for you reflect how much he means in your life. Now, you can’t wait to be married with him again and you add another baby to your family. Jungkook told you he wanted a girl and you find the idea very pleasing, even though a cute little boy like Junghee would be perfectly fine too. 

✧˖°⋆˚ ✿˖°

2 years later

You are stressed. More than stressed actually but you can’t show it to Junghee while he is so excited. You kneel in front of your five-year old — already — son. You make sure to fix his equipment again, not wanting him to get hurt. 

"Are you sure it’s not dangerous?" You ask your husband for the hundredth time, making him roll his eyes 

"Babe, it’s a children competition. They are not even allowed to hit each other except than on the chest protection" Jungkook tries to reassure you 

You nod but you don’t feel better. Why did you agree with your son taking boxing classes? Yeah, of course you remember: Junghee has begged you for it, wanting to be ‘as cool as his dad’. With heavy heart, you let him join his friends and you head to the coach corner where your husband gives the last instructions to his students. 

It’s quite funny to see your big and strong husband talking with such seriousness to a bunch of children. Especially when he has a baby-carrier on his chest with your baby girl in it. Your 15 month-old daughter seems calm, sucking on her pacifier while looking with big eyes at her dad. Her cuteness makes you slowly lose your sanity every day. You step closer, not even caring about the questioning look Jungkook is sending you and you kiss your daughter on her chubby cheeks, which makes her giggle. 

"Hum, babe, I’m trying to give important explanations here" He catches your attention and only then you realize that all the children are looking at you

"Oh, sorry" You apologies with blushed cheeks — but how could you resist your adorable baby?

You stay close to Jungkook the whole competition, cheering for his students. Your heart stops and you grab his hand when your son steps on the ring. He looks confident and the fierce in his eyes is similar to his dad’s one before a fight. It’s painful to watch Junghee getting hit, even if it’s just on his chest and if he has a whole equipment to protect his small body. 

When the bell rings and Junghee wins because he has given more hits than his opponent, you jump of joy — and relief. 

"Mommy!" Junghee exclaims, running to you with a big bunny smile

You take him in your arms and kiss his cheeks, even though you’re kissing his protection helmet more than his skin. 

"You did so good, baby!" You praise him

"Gaaaaaw!" Your daughter shouts against Jungkook’s chest

She certainly wants to congratulate her big brother.

"I won for you, Jiwon" Junghee proudly announces and your heart melts instantly 

"I see, now you can protect your sister and mama, right?" Jungkook asks and his son nods

"Can we have pizzas for diner, please?"

You can’t resist his big doe eyes. You can’t believe Junghee is already five. You can even less believe that Jiwon was born almost a year and a half ago. It’s just that happiness makes time pass quicker. You look at Jungkook and your smile grows wilder. You love the man, and you love even more the family he gave you. 

[morvantmortuary]

“pink and frothy as a ballerina’s tutu”/“it was the dress she was to be buried in.”

“‘summer here. forever, I hope.’”

- in cold blood, truman capote

I’ve been thinking about Mathilde a lot lately.

She’s absolutely not blameless in any version of this story - she really was a horrible mother, all in all - but she’s someone that was put in a no-win situation, and then made every wrong choice from there when she realized she could never get what she wanted.

she could’ve run on her wedding night, as soon as she realized Vincent wasn’t what he said he was.

she could’ve taken the twins and left with Ranza and Hector when Ranza begged her to when she understood just what kind of future awaited her children if they were to stay.

she could have sided with her best friend and the one of two people who ever really loved her unconditionally and put her foot down once and for all.

she could’ve undone the cycle that countless mothers before her in her family line had perpetuated.

but she had been promised a singular vision of her future. she could only imagine one version of things being better. of being happy.

and when it wasn’t what she dreamed (as it never is, for anyone), all she could think to do was try to make the pieces fit together like she thought they were supposed to

no matter how much she had to bend and twist and shove them into place.

even when she died, the House was never the same as before she got there. like a rotting flower pressed between its walls, she left a permanent impression. a shadow.

…anyway, I thought it was time she had her own playlist.

oddly enough, she gets more air time in the boy au than anything else I’ve written so far, even though she’s still already dead. go figure!!