#desire and decorum supernatural au

[heich0e]

THE WITCH'S SONG - part one knight!osamu/witch!reader tags: fem!reader, royalty!au, supernatural!au, witchcraft, enemies to lovers, mentions of violence/illness/death, persecution and oppression, tw blood, please read the tags on each chapter as updated and minors do not interact. crossposted to ao3 MASTERLIST

The night air is sweet. 

It’s still early summer, where the days are warm and bright before giving way to cool evenings, and the smell spring unfurled with its budding leaves continues to linger long after the sun sets. The aroma is fresh and green, not yet turned to the heady fragrance of singed grass and warmed earth which will slowly seep in as the days grow longer and the sun ever-brighter overhead.

There’s something captivating about this time of year; not quite the lush, blooming spring, nor the scorching, unforgiving summer, but a deliriously pleasant in-between that keeps the best of both.

On a tall hill, overlooking the rocky coast and a quiet village in the distance, sits a small stone cottage. Ivy crawls along the rows of uneven bricks that give the home its shape, having long settled and slanted in the time since it was built, each vine curling in long stems around four-pane windows and up towards the thatched roof. 

In front of the house sits a garden, full of every plant anyone could possibly desire to find in the given climate; vegetables, fruits and unusual herbs abound. The rich earth that surrounds the cottage is fertile and generous—with a careful hand to till and tend it, there’s little it can't sprout. The gardens are still not quite at their peak for the season, the plants low to the ground but flourishing as they patiently wait for a few more sun-filled days to truly blossom into their prime. 

Along the western side of the property, nearest to the towering forest’s edge, sits a greenhouse connected to a shabby little shed that greatly resembles the cottage in its quaint, unassuming construction. It’s there, in the dead of this cool summer night, that you—the owner of the cottage—toil.

Your fingers hold a glass vial over a small open flame atop the work station with a set of silver pincers. Your keen, well-trained eyes watch attentively as the fire licks up along the edges of the glass, heating the contents within. A breeze, northeasterly with a faint taste of salt air that creeps in with the nearby waves, whisks through the room and a shiver accompanies it in turn. 

A soft sigh slips through your parted lips and your eyes, previously fixed on the tincture held over the flame, lift towards the door. 

You aren’t startled when you see him standing there, though you barely contain the sound of annoyance that threatens to leave you; the momentary glance is the only acknowledgement you make to his (notably unwelcome) appearance as his figure darkens your doorway. You return your gaze to the solution you’re in the midst of preparing—a careful balance of valerian, mugwort, and poppy heads for a woman in the nearby village who has been unable to sleep restfully since the untimely death of her husband.

“Good evenin’,” he says to you once he realizes that you will not be the first to speak. He punctuates the greeting with a light clearing of his throat.

“Is it?” you reply, removing the slender vial from the flame and swirling its contents. You closely examine the colour and viscosity of the liquid, returning it to the heat for a few moments more after some consideration. 

“Sorry to show up unannounced,” the young man’s own tone is rather tight and clipped as he speaks the words–obviously equally unhappy with the turn of events that had led him to your cottage this evening, though resolute to maintain some level of decorum. 

“And yet,”—you finally look up at him, meeting his gaze with a firm and unwavering stare that you have up until this point denied him—“here you are.” 

Finally satisfied with the tincture, you set about pressing a stopper into the tube. You reach over and pluck up a burning taper from the candleholder resting nearby on your worktop, tipping it forward over the still blisteringly-hot glass to seal the cork. A rivulet of molten wax runs from the candlestick in a slow drizzle, and you carefully turn the thin vial to coat the border where glass and cork marry evenly. A piece of blue ribbon is then carefully wound around the warm wax before it has fully hardened, sealing the small vessel shut. 

The man watches silently as you slip the vial into a velvet pouch, tying the strings together tightly to draw it closed, and then you tuck the pouch safely away in the pocket of your flowing skirt—out of sight from where your visitor stands in the doorway to the greenhouse. Your eyes scan over the bench for a moment before you extinguish the oil burner you’d been using, turning the small knob at the base until the flame shrinks down to nothingness. 

“I wouldn’t’ve come if it weren’t important,” the young man’s tone has softened slightly into something closer to a mumble, weary from his journey and seemingly in grave need of something he could only seek from you. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, with grim shadows under his eyes and a pallor to his skin that doesn’t suit him.

“Now that I do believe,” you remark, almost drolly, picking up your oil lamp and crossing the room towards where he stands. He stiffens a little as you approach, as though bracing himself against a threat, but you merely slip soundlessly past him, stepping out into the dark night. 

Behind you, the man sighs.

He follows.

The two of you cross the yard, a few paces separating you throughout the silent trek, with the lamp you hold in hand the only light to lead the way. You tread carefully through the well-tended garden, careful but familiar motions deciding where each foot falls, and you sense without turning that he’s following your path as you move towards the stone cottage on the other side of the property—ensuring his own steps follow your footprints precisely. There are candles burning inside your cottage up ahead, their warm glow visible through the windows, and smoke curls steadily from the chimney and into the brisk night air. The smoke is perfumed with herbs, and the scent only grows stronger the nearer you get to your home.

You wonder if he notices.

“That’s far enough.”

You pause in your stride as you reach the stout stone wall that circles your cottage in a knee-high ring, resting with your feet together at the place where a gate might be were there any need for it. Behind you, the man falters to his own stop, surprised by your sudden halt and your sharp words.

“I need yer help,” he sounds confused, and frustrated—impatience creeping into his tone again. There’s a sharpness to it, like he’s forced each word out from between clenched teeth. You don’t look back to verify your suspicion. 

Another cold wind blows from the direction of the sea, and the budding leaves of the garden’s plants around you rustle as it passes, whispering amongst themselves as they spectate your exchange.

“I care very little for what you need, Miya Osamu,”—you glance at him over your shoulder, and see the way the distant light from your windows dances in his eyes—“and it will be a cold day in hell before I help a royal knight.”

The garden seems to still in the wake of your low-spoken words, the breeze dying out like the temporary peace ahead of a storm’s rage.

Before you, Osamu’s eyes have hardened. The lines of his sharp jaw set underneath his skin.

“Ya know me.”

“I know of you,” you correct him flatly. “Fortunately, our paths have never crossed.”

Until now.

Osamu’s nostrils flare, then he swallows.

“How?” he asks, his voice low and deceptively even.

“One of the king’s most trusted knights tearing through the outskirts of the kingdom in search of a healer is news powerful enough to reach even my ears, Miya.” Your lamplight dims slightly as you hold it aloft in your hand, the flame beneath the glass slowly shrinking. The oil is burning low. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you got desperate and I got unlucky.”

He flinches, his lashes fluttering slightly like he’s fighting back a more violent reaction. Like he’s accepting a blow he could easily return but chooses not to. The knight's gaze casts down to his feet as his fingers curl into fists at his sides.

“My brother's ill,” he says quietly, his voice heavy with an anxiety that rolls off of him in waves. “My twin.”

“Atsumu,” you specify, since he did not. His gaze snaps up to meet yours, and there’s a spark of something new behind it. Something more volatile. He looks angry that you’ve taken it upon yourself to speak his brother’s name.

“I know what you are,” he says slowly, wielding his next words like a blade and aiming to kill.

“Oh?” You tilt your head to the side in a show of guilelessness. 

“Yer a witch,” he continues, overlooking your feigned ignorance. 

“There are no witches in this kingdom,” you reply. “The crown you’ve sworn your life to saw to that.”

“Our king h—“

“Your king,” you interrupt him. The unexpected interjection seems to shock him, and his shoulders square indignantly.

“Yer also a subject of this kingdom,” he counters, and your distaste is made perfectly evident in your responding sneer. 

“I’m governed by no monarch, and certainly by no man.”

Osamu’s hands are still held in tightly-clenched fists at his side, the lines of his body as clear an indicator as any to his palpable anger. “You’d admit to treason before a knight?” 

“You’ve already accused me of witchcraft,” you spit, your teeth gnashing together as you force the words out. “What’s another crime to be burned for?”

You know all too well the end that awaits a woman accused of such a crime.

It’s the fate your mother met before your very eyes, after all.

Seconds stretch between you in the garden—sticky, and uncomfortable, and polluted with the animosity you feel for each other. It takes root in distrust and blossoms into something ugly, like a weed.

Osamu takes a breath, letting his head hang forward. His shoulders slump.

 “An old man two towns west from here told me a young woman in this cottage once cured his ailing wife in her final hours, and she lived a decade more. That she was brought back from the brink of death thanks to the woman’s care.” He looks up at you again, and his stare is insistent. Beseeching.

You know the man he speaks of, and his gentle, lovely wife. It was half a century ago now since you’d first met them, and you’ve heard the old man has gone a bit senile in his old age. You doubt he meant you any harm in his revelation, regardless of the trouble it’s come to cause.

“I’m nothing but a humble herbalist.” Your hand sweeps out in gesture to your garden, but the man before you is unmoved.

“Who’s been a young woman for fifty years.”

Even the distant sea seems to have stilled as the tension intensifies between you, the waves falling silent to make room for the hostility that spreads with every passing moment.

Osamu swallows. “They say witches have powerful healin’ abilities. That you can make potions that’ll revive a man half-dead.”

“It’s folklore,” you reply dismissively.

“It’s fact,” Osamu snaps. "I know it is."

“And what else do you claim to know of these so-called witches?” you deride, and you don’t miss the way his eyes seem to quickly trace you.

He squares his shoulders, then he meets your gaze. “They say ya maintain yer beauty and youth by devourin’ the hearts of good men.”

“Is that so?” you muse, though you seek no sincere elaboration. You look to your left, east towards the sea, and then sweep your gaze across the expanse of your garden to the right. You meet his dark eyes again after surveying your surroundings. “Well, I see no good men nearby, so I believe you should be safe.”

In the dim light, you swear you see something throb at the corner of his tense jaw.

“There’s not a healer in the royal court who’s been able to cure my brother,” Osamu’s voice breaks, taking a step towards you. “I’ve come here unarmed, and mean no harm to ya.”

Your upper lip curls at the lie and his proximity, baring your teeth.

No man has ever once approached a witch with pure intentions.

The seek only their beauty, their power, or their beating, bloody hearts.

Your mother’s screams ring suddenly through your ears, piercing and agonized. The memory makes gooseflesh raise along your skin. Makes the back of your tongue taste sour. You squeeze your eyes shut as though to quell it, but this only seems to trap the sound in the recesses on your brain. They grow louder, and harder to forget. 

You see your mother on a wooden stage constructed in the town square before a crowd of horrified spectators, the gnarled boards underfoot already stained in scarlet.

The white linen shift they’d forced her to wear, and the way the thin material flowed away from her frame in the breeze.

The glittering hilt of the jewelled knife that carved out her heart, with the sigil of the king etched into its blade.

The crackling flames that consumed her as she wailed.

A witch can live without her heart, you see, so long as it’s kept close to her. Your mother wasn’t spared a second of the misery of being burned alive. She was granted no mercy in the final terrifying moments of her life.

You open your eyes and the dark sky above you seems to hang closer overhead, as though it’s more suffocatingly near than it was before. The garden around you suddenly feels colder.

Osamu’s eyes widen, like he feels it too.

Your dying lamp burns out.

“Leave this place,” you say to him, low and warning. Your voice rings clear in the unearthly still night. “And if you value your life, never come back here again.”

[missameliep]

M and N for the year of writing meme 🌼

Hi! Thanks for the ask! ☺️

M. Meta! Have any meta about a story you’re dying to throw out there?

Alright. There's so much I'm always dying to share... so buckle up!

The main references for the authoritarianism in the Tower in Safe was inspired by Brazilian's dictatorship and current fascist ideas that were spreading in the country in the past decade;

The series Desire&Decorum&Zombies, which is a gothic/supernatural AU, was written in first person POV as an exercise and the initial monologue was inspired by the opening lines in Dom Casmurro, a book by Machado de Assis;

In this series the MC is named Catherine after Catherine Morland, the heroine of Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey. But unlike her, this Catherine is not naive and won't be fooled by appearance. There's a lot in this story still undefined, including the LI. It's a gothic romance and the initial plan was to go for a different LI, Luke Harper, but as soon as I start writing Prince Hamid this determination faltered 🫣

Speaking of Hamid, I have a few AUs where he's also paired with Elizabeth, and even though many things change, including age, professions and time period, I always try to keep some references to his speech pattern, like his usually someone wordy and his lines can be longer than other characters, and he's a storyteller and the romanticism from canon is always present too.

N. Anything you were planning to write that never got written?

Oh, my god! Soo many! There are a few AUs from Desire and Decorum that are just rough drafts, a collab that haven't progressed in many months, and this one Blades fic that I was supposed to submit to one of @musicallisto's events many summers ago (😳🫣) that just got completely out of control, involving too many complex ideas, very little time and I've never got the chance to go back and try to fix all the plot holes and issues, which was a bummer because this AU got me so hyped when I came up with the idea. Maybe one day...

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End of the year asks

[passingbypainfullyaware]

Some Saphael AU ideas and prompts, because there needs to be more CONTENT:

Nurse AU: Simon and Raphael are both nurses in different hospital wards but it literally just this tiktok:

Police AU: Simon and Raphael are detective partners. Raphael is well dressed and functional, Simon is Jake Peralta with a penchant for forgetting his anxiety meds. So naturally, they fall in love.

Roommates AU: Raphael and Simon share an apartment but theyve never gotten along all that well so Simon tends to avoid him. Raphael is packing for his trip home for Easter when the pandemic hits.

Nerd/Jock AU: Simon gets asked to prom… by Raphael… HOLY SHIT! Simon just got asked to prom by Raphael.

Time travel AU: Simon is a time traveller, Raphael is the mysterious immortal he runs into in every now and again in each new time period he visits, like it’s some kind of reoccurring bit. (This is based of of another persons post but I’ve since lost the link lmk what it is and I’ll add it)

Regency AU: Raphael is a desirable bachelor amongst the men of the most honourable nobility, but each expression of admiration and attempt at courting him simply does not seem to bear fruit. Enter Simon, who although is known as the prodigious son of social elites is in reality, a recluse of a man who spends his days tinkering rather than learning social etiquette and proper decorum. Raphael is, quite understandably, enamoured.

Boy next door AU: Simon has lived next to Raphael for as long as he could remember. He’s had a huge crush on him for most of it.

Ghost Hunter (AKA buzzfeed unsolved) AU: Simon is a ghost hunter with his own channel, Raphael is the demon he picked up on the way. Simon walks into haunted buildings and Raphael prevents him from dying, usually he can also be found vehemently denying the very existence of the supernatural whilst alpha dogging the rest of the ghost and demons they encounter into submission.

Country town: Simon is a musician and Clary is an artist, a little time off in Bordertown wouldn’t hurt to get all those creative juices flowing. They enter a quaint little town and interact with the colourful locals. Simon is drawn to one in particular.

Found fam: The Clan is Found Family for Raphael and Simon

Reunion AU: Simon and Raphael return to their old high school with the rest of their graduating class.

[chiimmchiimm]

❝𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 !¡ 𝒿𝓀❞

The god Ares the Olympus had become too small, envious of his brother Hefesto for having found his soul mate can not help but think how lonely he really is. Everyone feared him for being the god of war, not everyone would be so brave to love being the bearer of destruction and violence. Destined to suffer decades of loneliness, he is pleading with his brother Apollo to speak to him about the land. The sun god stunned by his brother’s sadness tells him about a girl born to a king whose rumors dictate that her beauty could rival the goddess Aphrodite. Desperate Ares pleads with the god to follow the story. The god of war is so in love with her that when he first sees her he can’t help but think that he had found his soul mate.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jungkookgod x (female: Lina) 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: smut, fluff, angst, one-shot, greek god au. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 25 k 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔: +18 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: dirty vocabulary, insults that only the gods understand, rather macho insults, Greek artifacts, real duties, sexual attraction, violent assaults, blood, sexy scar, beatings, idialization for love, unrequited excess love (at first), sexy tunics with everything in the air, strange spells, fights (the protagonist is the god of war that you expected?), jealousy, a lot of jealousy, enemy, envy, theft of women, situations of frustrated love, war, desperation to be loved, Greek vocabulary, hormones gods through the clouds, sex everywhere, tongue kisses, rough sex, female fingering, teeth marks, loss of virginity, female oral, male oral, scratches on the back, spectacular body, abs out of this world . 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: Honestly, I always wanted to make a short story for members with the theme of Greek gods because soon they are not tremendous gods fallen from the sky? I adore Greek mythology and if this part goes well I am thinking of doing a series with all the members.

Life on Olympus was full of joy and gladness everywhere, the gods enjoyed immortality with humble decorum. Each and every one of them was responsibly involved in their duties from the first magenta ray of dawn to the blue-white night in the moonlight. Happy Without any regret. Being a god had many advantages. Obtaining the free management of their life almost always gave them full satisfaction, they could enjoy passionate sex, the stoic feeling of love, and all the food and wine available. However, there were always two sides not the same coin. They could do their work without limits, exhausting to the extreme all their deepest desires in humans.

That was the problem in question.

Humans were easy to win, most gods were revered and idealized for what they were, superior supernatural creatures in any term. Each season. Every day. They were prayed for by every mortal who prided himself on wanting his favors. Some prayed to Hera for good harvests that year, others to Aphrodite for luck in the love or fertility of new offspring. Another matter were those who anxiously wished that the most cruel and bloody god would hear their prayers. Ares received hundreds of demands, some from ambitious men who wanted blood for the sake of territorial accommodation, others however, for other severely more noble matters. Just as humans were too influential, they were also too spiteful. If any of their requests did not come to fruition they would destroy the altars angrily for having been ignored. The god of war who was very proud punished anyone who tainted his good name and work.

Everyone loved the good gods, and everyone, everyone, hated Ares for his thirst for destruction. That fear of being benefited by his anger was what kept more than one away. No one wanted to approach him for fear of being reciprocated with fury. His character was known to many as the fairest, but also the most explosive. His own royal brothers not to be spattered by the fire that came out of his eyes kept away focusing on their work.

This was how he became completely alone. The gods ignored him. There came a time when the only voice he heard was the one originating in his head. The humans had stopped praying to him for worship just to do it when they wanted his enormous favors from God.

His heart was emptying more and more. A great dark pit as deep as tartar was built dangerously over time. To the point, of having taken away the taste of his life in paradise. The only satisfaction he had was when he punished a criminal and sent him to his uncle Hades. But all that light was shallow, a blanket covering his true ambitions.

And is that the god was sick of being alone.

"Humans are impatient for this year's crops, Demeter," the all-powerful god of thunder commented briefly. The woman, beautiful as a rose petal in spring, tossed her long blonde hair, then nodded with innate elegance.

"I have already started to melt the northern frosts, brother." I assure with a smile almost as dazzling as his the god Apollo sitting in one of the gods' chairs. Every day, before Jimin the Moon God, will rest definitively to give way to the lucid awakening of the dark blue sky, the gods gathered to make sure that the functions were well attended. There had not yet been a time when the gods had escaped from their labors. Exercising the role of god of gods, Hoseok or Zeus as he was well known to mortals, he made a small reminder to his children and brothers that they all fulfill their obligations.

"I trust Apollo will help you carefully," Hoseok said, capturing the enthusiastic attention of the sun god.

"You know father that I love to heat the atmosphere."

"Yes, but be careful nephew lest you evaporate my beloved seas," his Uncle Jin, or vilely human-named Posidon, gracefully exposed from his relaxed position in one of the armchairs next to Hoseok.

Giving a knowing smile to the rogue's double meanings, Taehyung shifted his gaze to his other son, Yoongi, the god of fire.

"I will keep fires away from tall wheat grasses."

"And I will see to it that the productivity of mortals is increased to increase the number of children born." The goddess of love, Julia spoke sweetly, sliding her thin and soft arm to hook it on the body of her husband Yoongi. Hoseok nodded in agreement with the extensive collaboration that had been present. If everything went as he really wanted, in the end they would be in a good year. All the joy seemed to vanish almost as fast as a leaf blown by the wind. Hoseok couldn't help but notice Ares's position so low. Accustomed to his comments on the foolish decisions of humans, seeing him in silence, with his mouth closed, absent from the conversation because he was engulfed in his deep unsatisfied desires, had caused the god great sadness.

“Jungkook?” When his father spoke his name so tenderly the god came out of his thoughts. His brothers watched him in sorrow, his face turned pale these days, taking with him his rosy cheeks so charming. "A great war will soon break through. I trust that you will know how to condemn tyrants and save clean souls."

"Yes, father." I speak out of obligation. He had been tortured in a dark solitude for so long that he had almost forgotten what it was like to hear someone else's voice, and darkly what the tone of his hoarse voice was like.

The meeting passed peacefully for a couple more hours until Jimin passed through the two large columns, breaking into the main discussion room. The gods quickly dispersed to attend to their labors. Ares got up slowly, almost without strength from the little desire he had to start the day when he knew that again, he would be alone again. Hoseok tried to hold him back with some silly topic of conversation in which the older god asked him how life on earth was, if there were many fights and many trials to carry out. Ares, making full use of his intelligence, discovered the true intentions of Zeus, so it did not take him long to leave. He knew deep within his chest that although his father's intentions were pure, he should not forget that he was the eldest god and that therefore, if Jungkook told him that lately he had been evading his functions, the god would get angry and shout at him for what he was doing. irresponsible it was in his carelessness.

Ares under the stairs of the Olympus with decay. Not even the enthusiastic light of his brother Apollo made him change his sad face. Even more so when he saw from afar the love scene of Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Ares sighed resigned drowning in his own envy. Even Hephaestus, a one-eyed and toothless being, had found his soul mate. So why was he not so lucky? He was the most handsome god on Olympus. All the goddesses wished they had him between their legs. His manhood was highly known to everyone. But there was a detail that overshadowed all its virtues. He was Ades, the god of war and brutality in battle. No one really stopped to know its interior. They always judged him in the worst way, carving him out to be a naturally evil being who enjoyed the cries of his war victims. He was so much more than that and he wanted to find someone brave enough to cross those borders.

“What bothers you so much, Jungkook?” Apollo listened, concerned by the look so dark in his lowered eyes. The gloom seemed to take its toll on an invisible cloud that gave it no rest. Even, overshadowed by the intense blinding light Tae was exposing with his natural light, he was unable to illuminate his sad soul.

"Nothing, Tae."

"Remember that I see everything," Apollo recalled, trying to cancel the negative vibration his brother breathed. He touched his forehead with his finger in a small touch so joyous that Ares felt a little better.

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

"Yes, many times." More than I can count on my hands. In fact ... - I ended up closing my mouth slowly as the cloud of bitterness grew. Apollo shrugged his shoulders in distress at the shadow that consumed his body. "Is that why you left your work aside and you want to fall in love?"

Jungkook's cheeks turned to their usual pink color feeling almost indebted for his time not attending to them. Luckily, Tae was not rebuking him, what's more, the Sun God played a small smile softened by finding the true reasons for his pain.

"Jungkook, you have really stupendous goddesses behind your robes. I wouldn't worry about that."

But Ares huffed annoyed.

"They don't seek to occupy my heart they only care to occupy my bed." The fire was drawn with fury in his eyes. Apollo was the protagonist of how his jaw clenched. From the tension of his broad shoulders. And from the veins marked by its strong and compact arms.

"And what are you looking for?" Jungkook felt a little better, in confidence with the Sun God, because he knew that he didn't ask for malicious reasons, he knew that his question had come out with the sole intention of giving him some support.

"Someone brave with character but cautious. I am looking for someone with a pure heart who is unconditionally given to me. A pale woman who does not want me because of how big my cock is, but because of who I am." he recited the list so nostalgically feeling much better when he spread it out loud. Feeling at peace taking her out of the heart at last. But suddenly, the emotion faded again like flowers in winter. Her red-hot heart froze again when she fell silent in reality. "But I know that there is no woman in the world who can accomplish such things."

"Actually ... if there is," Tae mentioned rather thoughtfully. Making an effort to find the words he would say next knowing that it would depend on Jungkook returning to his former self. "There are rumors about the land of a girl born to a king whose beauty is worthy of being compared to Aphrodite. She is so famous her beautiful body as is her fair and benevolent character. Personally I have never seen her but if you want I can tell you where she goes every day to refresh herself. "

It was at that moment that Ares's heart beat again. More than ever. Its bitter shadow was replaced by a wonderful aura so attractive that every god became a spectator of its great strength. Apollo continued his duties after telling Jungkook the exact coordinates of the pond where the girl took a break a day. The god ripped off a piece of cloud to climb it and thus get down to earth without being seen. On the way he met his mother Hera, who could not stop smiling at seeing him so full of hope.

He decided to wait in heaven to avoid any encounter with a mortal. This was no time to entertain yourself with stupid requests. I wait and wait patiently lying on his cloud watching the mortals walk without being aware that the god of war was watching them. The place where his brother had directed him was quite spacious, full of exotic vegetation, plants and shrubs full of blue flowers that harmoniously combined with the crystal clear water of the pond. Jungkook rested his head on one hand feeling increasingly bored. Hours had passed since his arrival and he had only seen an old man pass by carrying a huge basket on his head and two girls playing chasing a frog. Tired of waiting, he almost gave up on his purpose. He felt sad again. The heart began to suffer a blizzard storm that gradually began to freeze it. Snorting in exhaustion, he stood on the cloud again. But just before returning to Olympus, a pure laugh as the divinity itself hit her ears causing her to search for the desperate sound.

Her jaw dropped in so much beauty. Apollo said that her beauty could be compared to Aphrodite. Ares thought that there was no possible comparison because no one would ever overcome the light from his smile. Hypnotized by the sensual dance that his pale legs did when walking, the god fell again to the cloud to continue admiring the woman. He soaked in her features as delicate as honey, as soft as the summer breeze. Her wonderful brown hair waved to mid-waist. The dress was loose but it stuck so well to her curves by the movement of the wind that it intimately marked the silhouette of her perfect body. Ares swore he had never seen so much symmetry together, not even in Aphrodite. There was no one to match its natural beauty.

Ares was so in love with her laugh that he was about to commit the stupidity of showing himself. Luckily, the raucous scream of a crumbling old woman stopped her daring.

"Lina! Do not run so much girl that the legs of this old woman do not give for more!”

The woman came down the hill, carefully crushing her feet on the ground with her hands lifting her skirt to avoid getting caught. Jungkook sighed in love when he finally discovered the beautiful girl's name. Lina smiled at the old woman on her way to the pond. The fish came out to greet her with joy. Even the animals came to greet her. There was such a pure aura around him. So clean.

From that day on, the god came down every morning to observe her. I saw how he enjoyed splashing in the water. How she wet her dress and didn't care at all. Weeks. He could even swear that months had passed since their meetings. His life had returned to how it was before. Zeus had seen his son laugh, comment, joke again and could not feel happier. The only one who knew about his recent crush was Apollo. It was him who recounted all his feelings, how good it did him to see her even from afar. On one occasion, he told the sun god that he wanted to woo her. To come down from his hiding place and declare himself. For obvious reasons Apollo was surprised by Ares's devotion to a girl he had only seen from afar. But Ares insisted again. I place her above every goddess or mortal, no one could match her bright smile. That day, Ares confessed that he had found his soul mate. That he knew it was her and that he would do whatever was in his power to hand over the world to her if she asked him to.

One summer day, he went down as usual with his cloud at the agreed time. Jungkook patiently waited for it to appear. For the first time, the god felt nervous. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered uneasily at his suspicious delay. Jungkook felt sad when the sun went down and did not appear. Jimin climbed to the top of the sky darkening every corner of the garden. The shadows had disappeared almost as much as his good humor. I worry. In all the months he had been observing her, he never missed his appointment. Her chest clenched as the possibility that something had happened to her became more and more likely.

“Lina!” The old woman's desperate voice made him move quickly to the other end of the cloud. Ares smiled, recovering his hopes of seeing her before returning to Olympus. Her smile fell as fast as it formed when she heard his sobs come out in despair. The girl ran down the hill without looking back. When he fell to his knees on the edge of the pond, Jungkook knew that something recorded had happened. Inhuman impulses to want to comfort her almost caused her to come down from her cloud. The sobs turned to crying as she ducked her head, burying her face in her arms. Jungkook kept his eyes open with his heart in his hand.

The old woman came to her side, recovering the air she had lost in the race. With his hand on his chest he sighed. Afterward, I drop to my knees to accompany Lina.

"My sweet girl ..." whispered affectionately as Mienytss reached out her old wrinkled hand to caress her head. Lina buried her head in her legs for comfort. "You knew this would happen sooner or later when you came of age."

"But not with him, lullaby," she murmured hoarsely. Even though her words were muffled by the old Jungkook's skirt she was able to hear everything. Her shoulders pointed upward as she felt outrageous rage. Now that he knew that the girl was crying because of someone, he could not help generating in his mind the multiple scenes of violence that he wanted to eagerly execute.

Lina, who for a moment had taken off her face to torment her with her bloodshot eyes, had gone back into hiding as she felt vulnerable before the old woman's gaze. Ares's nostrils expanded accordingly. He forced himself to calm down because otherwise he would make himself known in the worst way and he didn't want to scare her. Instead, he remained impassive waiting for the girl to reveal the name of her next outfit.

"I know it is difficult to accept but your duty to your people is ...

"I don't want to marry him." I don't love him, lullaby. "She cried, torn by pain and rage.

Jungkook widened his eyes in fury. His teeth clenched exhausted his sharp jaw. He got so mad that he ripped a piece of cloud and threw it to the ground in such a way that I ended up knocking down a tree, scaring the old woman and the girl.

Anger controlled his actions, it was no longer him. Her face was so red. Flames gushed out of his black pupils dimming all the goodness. A great gray cloud was deposited on top of the castle at the request of the same god.

People were paralyzed when they saw the man fall from the sky. His fall was such that on landing he left a large hole in place. The mortals who had already recognized his outfit were submissive. Some ran away from the god, others fell to their knees impropering his forgiveness. The only one who did not know what was happening was the king who watched as his subjects fled the place like headless chickens.

The two majestic gates shot out as Ares entered the throne room. The king opened his eyes when he recognized the red helmet that Jungkook always brought with him. He fell to his knees, standing before his throne. The king continued to pray until Ares's feet were placed before his eyes. The man looked up fearfully regretting when he saw the dark bowls that covered the place of his eyes.

Ares, lost by the thirst for revenge, lifted the man by his load, adjusting his fingers tightly on the spine. Afterward, he gouged out his teeth and growled violently causing the king to almost faint from fright.

"Lina is mine, you son of a bitch," he roared so loudly that if the king was not being supported he would have flown back. The man put his desperate hands to Ares's fingers to no avail, knowing that he would never match the strength of a god, much less when he was angry. "It's mine, do you understand? Mia!"

"Father?" A faint voice sounded from behind the god. "No!"

Lina ran to Ares when she understood the scene. With his hand to his mouth and nerves on the surface of his skin, his small fingers wrapped around the god's fingers so that he would free his almost dead father. Jungkook, who had been choking on his own smoke, reacted when he first felt the softness of Lina's fingers. He released the disoriented king, letting him fall to the ground. Lina came down to her father's passed out body. He ran a hand through his hair tripping over his crown. The old tears that had dried on her cheeks were now bathed in new ones that had begun to emerge. Then, the girl turned furiously at the god standing in front of them.

"Who are you, damn it! Why did you try to kill my father?" The growl that came from his sweet peach lips was nothing like the sweet voice he had grown accustomed to hearing. Jungkook was stunned, becoming increasingly ashamed of what he had done. I swear that he would scold himself harshly when he reached Olympus for allowing himself to be controlled by the wild instincts of his nature. Lina's eyes carried so much hatred that the god was speechless. No one had ever had the courage to look him directly in the eye. The others shied away from her fearful gaze, but she, she was searching for her. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat even though it wasn't the best situation.

"I ..." Her hoarse voice came out. Lina had the urge to close her eyes when her wonderful gravity soaked deep into her heart. The god looked like a scared puppy creating a great contrast to the previous raging man. Then, Lina much more lucid than before, managed to see her outfit. His golden robe. His red cape. When he saw the helmet. The symbol of the front of his armor. She widened her eyes in fright, knocking to her knees.

"I am sorry. I am sorry, Ares. I did not know. I did not know it was you. Forgive me, forgive this simple mortal who did not know how to venerate your great blood. Please, spare my old father and my life!"

Jungkook was stunned when the girl began to kiss the ground in front of her feet. Anger galloped away, transforming into pure sadness. Lina implored his forgiveness with such fear. At the time, he would have ignored her prayer and ended his life without hesitation. But things had changed so much. Now his heart was falling apart defeated by the sadness that caused him to see her so afraid of his presence when he felt the opposite.

Lina, hearing no response from the god, leaned her back further to rest her forehead on her hands clasped in the marble.

"Please spare my father's life in exchange for mine! Kill me but let him live!"

Kill her? Jungkook thought terrified. If he did, his soul would consume so much sadness.

"I am not going to kill your father." Ares assured him with a serious frown. He would not deny that that had been the main reason he had broken into the palace, but he would never dare do anything that would harm Lina, although that would mean swallowing the poison that consumed her inside. The girl raised her head, hoping to be reciprocated with such kindness. Grateful to the gods for having spoken to the god of war and having lived to tell the tale. Lina, naive to everything, could not realize the look that Ares was giving her. Her heart burned with flames as the thought crossed her head. I knew it was wrong. He knew he was taking advantage of the fact that he was practically throwing himself into her will. But he had spent so many months observing her from a distance that, having her close, he did not want to separate himself from her anymore. "I will spare your father's life but on one condition."

Lina craned her neck at the god fearful of his request. With drunk eyes of fear. Everyone knew how cruel the conditions of the gods were. There was always a high price to pay as his favors were not free. Lina swallowed violently accepting her fate.

"You will come to live on Olympus with me."

Tears choked the depths of the old woman's wrinkles. Standing up releasing her devastating screams. He couldn't believe that his beloved girl was leaving her home never to return. The king lay so defeated in his bed that he could not go down to say goodbye to his daughter.

Ares watched the scene impassively from his cloud at the foot of the castle. With her neck stretched out and her eyes fixed on the girl who was also crying in her caretaker's arms.

"Goodbye my sweet old lady," was the last thing Lina threw before turning around. The sadness took its toll on his now muted tone. The old woman, as a last hope, caught the fabric of Lina's dress causing her to stumble severely and then look at the god with desperate eyes. Ares did not take pity on his old heart, the centuries of loneliness had to be rewarded and his own satisfaction would not be denied. When the babysitter's sour fingers finally released, Lina's dress resignedly accepted the farewell. She regretted not hearing her sweet laugh again that lit everything in the castle. He would pray every night that love and affection would not be stolen from him in the same way. Just like the daylight overshadowed by the dark night, Lina approached the god. Despite the seriousness in his eyes, Ares felt like the happiest god in the world. He extended his hand to help the girl tackle her cloud, but she, spiteful for having forced him to leave her family, ignored her good gesture by turning her neck the other way. Ares was greatly humiliated by his contempt but happy that he had achieved what he longed for so much he decided to let his act pass him by.

That was how with a wave of his hand he indicated the cloud to lead towards his next destination. Lina watched withdrawn as the old woman's body diminished in the distance until it became a small spot on the horizon. She sighed reluctantly, realizing that the castle would no longer be her home from now on. That her life now belonged to the god of war. And that his decision would have changed the groove of his destiny.

As the other clouds rose, they increasingly occupied the space. After passing through a heavenly mist they reached the gates of Olympus. Lina spread her eyes attracted by each sun pore that illuminated the beautiful stops. Her nanny had told her endless stories about Olympus, but her stories could never be compared to real life. It was a dream place. Full of vegetation everywhere. Without further ado, the large white structure of the mausoleum was quite impressive.

When Ares came down, she followed him still soaking up the beauty of the place. Living here would not be so bad, he thought when he managed to visualize in the background a golden fence that housed the entrance to a garden that from afar already invited to visit.

“Jungkook!” A female voice called out from afar, catching the attention of the newcomers. A tall, strong, and beautiful woman wherever she looked came in front of them. She wore a white dress worthy of her wonderful sculpture with a large gold pendant covering the upper part of her body. Her brown hair pulled back into a braid. Her head wearing a helmet almost as golden as her pendant. Lina intended to bow down to pay her respects to the goddess of wisdom but found it inappropriate.

"Yun." Ares greeted calmly. The goddess kept her crystalline green eyes in an awake gaze. Ares, surprised by the despair his brittle voice conveyed in contrast to his subdued character, raised an eyebrow waiting for the goddess to finally say what she had come to say.

"Zeus requires you in the assembly hall."

"Tell father I'm busy. I have to install my partner and teach her what her future home will be like." When Ares turned to Lina, he gave her a friendly smile. However, Athena seemed to have other plans for the god. Lina felt quite uncomfortable when perceiving the eyes of the goddess in her. I notice his gaze filled with compassionate contempt, but contempt after all. Athena was known for her great mettle and intelligence, which is why she could not understand how Ares had taken the audacity to invite a mortal to Olympus where the entrance to any non-ancestral being was prohibited. Athena, however, did not hate humans. On the contrary, he loved all the sciences that they had invented, he adored the so playful gadgets that some had managed to create. Moreover, she was one of those who supported, along with Aphrodite, that relations with mortals will be increased. Because as a good goddess she couldn't deny how much she had enjoyed his sexual company. But he kept thinking that Ares's innocent action would have consequences not only on Olympus, but on the world. And the great goddess knew she was not wrong in that regard.

"Jungkook, this is not a game." If you don't go, then Zeus will come looking for you and you know as well as I do that our dear father is not merciful to those who make him wait.

Of course he knew. Zeus was fair and a name but also a being that you did not want to disturb. Ares frowned at Lina with an apology. Athena raised her neck up high when Lina rejected the hand Ares had tried to place on her shoulder. She was vilely annoyed by Ares's consent in the face of her disrespect.

"Okay. I'll go. But I can't leave my newcomer alone alone."

"I will escort her to your home," Athena offered with all the humility she could process. It wasn't easy for her to lower herself to her level, either, but she did, which Ares appreciated with an enthusiastic smile before leaving the mundane and goddess alone to march into the pantheon.

Ares entered the assembly hall with the smile standing out on his beautiful face. On the contrary, Zeus lay quite annoyed sitting on his throne while listening to the complaints of the other gods. When Jungkook broke into that thick atmosphere all the gods stopped their discussion to focus on him.

"I hope you have a good explanation, god of war." Zeus demanded under the cold tone he always used when something disturbed him. His blue eyes narrowed on the strong figure of Ares waiting for him. The other gods took their corresponding seats.

"I have it," Jungkook assured using the same ice cream from his father.

"Mortals on Olympus but when have you seen such impudence in these centuries?" Commented Iris, the goddess of discord, quite affected. Her large black dress gracefully covered her feet giving her a much more terrifying posture. Except for Ares, of course.

"She is not the first mortal to set foot on Olympus, Iris. I suggest that you calm down, lest you bite your tongue and poison yourself with your own bitterness." Jungkook's comment horrified everyone. No one in their right mind would dare insult the goddess herself of anger and evil if she wished to live to see another dawn. Iris widened her eyes more than furious. I rest my hands on his chair to push himself to his feet.

"I swear by my divinity that this mortal will perish painfully while she is still alive," Iris threatened with all the force of her evil. Ares approached the goddess in strides with bloodshot eyes and then shouted:

"As your hideous harpy hooves touch my wife's hair, I swear to the gods that I will swallow your own blood."

“Enough!” Hera yelled furiously appearing out the door. Jungkook was still facing Iris, giving him his characteristic death gaze that would be the nightmare of millions of mortals and gods. When the great mother goddess tenderly placed her hands on her son's shoulders, he pulled him away from Iris. "It is not time to start a war between the gods," the goddess whispered in her ear using the motherly tone that calmed her tantrums when she was a boy.

"Bringing her has been a completely irresponsible act," Zeus rebuked the God, standing up to reach him and his mother. "I demand that you return her to the place where she belongs."

"Never!"

"Jungkook!"

“No!” The god of war cut short with fury. Zeus felt a real panic when he recognized the opaque gleam in his son's eyes. "I love her and I want to spend eternity with her, even if I have to give up my life and leave Olympus, I will not leave her."

The gods breathed out in shock at Jungkook's future promise. Hera, fearful of her son's impulsive decision, watched her husband desperately. But Zeus still held his posture as stiff as rock.

"If that's what you want," Zeus commented defying Ares's courage. Hera turned pale almost falling defeated to the ground to beg her husband not to allow her son to leave. "I will give you until the summer solstice so that you can make him fall in love with you. If he does not, I will strip you of your divinity and not you'll never see her again. "

"If that's what you want," Jungkook growled softly, clenching his teeth almost as hard as his jaw. Zeus raised his eyebrows feeling winning, believing himself the wiser of the two.

Accustomed to a spacious but limited room, suddenly finding that great room was a surprise that left her speechless. The goddess of wisdom had accompanied her to a grand mansion leaving her in front of blood red doors. As she left, Lina couldn't stop processing the goddess's rejection. He hadn't bothered her with words, they hadn't even talked just walking. But I judge his tense shoulders and his tightly stretched neck every time in innocent carelessness brushed his arm as he walked down the narrow white-tiled path.

The young woman had been able to delight in her well-kept garden. The vines climbed the upper wall of the mansion giving it a welcoming air. It did not seem the home of a being destined for destruction, but quite the opposite. Even the furniture was fine and in very good taste. Undoubtedly, the one he liked the most had been the arch that adorned the entrance to the room. This is how he had found that lost part of the house. Everything was open, there were no doors and the walls were not part of its structure. The mansion was huge, extremely spacious. He had heard from the mouth of many villagers how outlandish the gods were, of course they were rumors without evidence since it was known that no mortal had climbed Olympus for centuries. But, at last, he was able to verify it. However, if what he saw was true and his senses were not deceived by the contradictory feelings that shadow his heart, living here without anyone's company could be considered torture.

A large bed covered with white sheets occupied the largest space in the room. To his right was a small table with a gold candlestick. To his left another of equal conditions. But without a doubt, what sucked much of the space was the large wardrobe guarded by two large oak doors. Curiosity had stung her stomach, preventing her from resisting approaching even if it was to admire the beauty of the drawings that devoured the entire structure. Another stab, perhaps more intense than the last, began to sting the tips of his fingers until he took the courage to open the doors.

"Virgin from heaven," I breathe out. Her fingers tightened on the doors because of the vertigo that began to control her emotions. There were no outfits per se, there were only armor, excessive amounts of armor and many, many weapons placed on the far walls. She slammed the door shut, her heart about to pop out of her mouth. I swallow hard from the early dryness of her throat. Closing her eyes, images of mutilations, battles, humans screaming in pain of pity flooded her little head. I push away all those thoughts by shaking my head. Her cheek was glued to one of the doors feeling secret relief when her skin found a welcoming cold. It was there when his eyes opened that they were hypnotized by the night light. The white rays caressed his entire body as he allowed himself to be led to a large balcony decorated with two white canvases as he passed the entrance. Her gratifying smile came true as she watched the moon gracefully strut high up into the sky. He looked much bigger from here than from his window in the castle.

"It's my favorite part of the house," announced a sweetened voice from behind. The girl jumped scared by her erroneous beliefs into her loneliness. The truth is that Ares had spent time watching her with a loving smile until he took the audacity to be noticed. Of course, it wasn't his intention to suffocate her, but they had to talk. "Is the house to your liking?"

Lina was silent for a couple of seconds before answering.

"You are a god, you shouldn't care about the opinion of a mere mortal." She was aware of his bad tone, too, of his poisoned gaze but he didn't care. He would rather die now than spend eternity with him. Jungkook suppressed a sad face after sensing his contempt. Of course he cared if it hadn't, he wouldn't have even bothered to order Pageo to fit everything for two.

"You are more than just a mortal to my Lina."

But she ignored his sincerity, his gaze true to her heart and rolled her eyes in a stressed sigh. Of course she didn't believe him, when had a god been seen to care about such a mortal? To them mortals were but the sheep to lead. Lina never thought it was special. She was always too low, too pale, too blunt. No man was really interested in her. All men saw in it were the great lands they would inherit and the great riches they would enjoy. She was never a beautiful girl in the eyes of others. Her waist was small compared to the servants who haunted her rooms. She was not worthy to bring heirs into the world for her moderate thinness. Her long legs did not fit the short legs that men loved. Everything was wrong for her. For Jungkook everything was perfectly fine. But her bad experience had tied a blindfold in her eyes that managed to cover the look of love with which the god looked at her every time.

Lina closed her eyes when a heavy sigh came from her reddish lips. She brought her trembling fingers to the clasp on his shoulder to give way to his nakedness. As the garment gathered around her ankles the cold night air hit her body, bending it slightly. Jungkook opened his eyes when his pale skin filled the whole environment. I gulp nervously as I swept her entire naked figure with desire. His neck screamed to be marked with his teeth. Her sweet clavicles marked to be kissed until she fainted. His eyes were caught without help in his chest, the view was wonderful, they were beautiful as he liked they were not large but they were not small either, they were the perfect size so that his palm fit in them. Without a doubt, the main attraction in those sweet strawberries were the two nipples that were raised awake by the cold contrast of the air. Jungkook growled excitedly. His teeth cracked hard from his desire to close elsewhere. When he reached his navel his tongue came out of his mouth in response. But her hypnosis ceased immediately when a gust of wind rose and Lina's body began to tremble with a crash from the drop in temperature. Jungkook shook his head realizing how low he had fallen to take advantage of her like that. She had stared at her wonderful body for so long that she hadn't realized how scared she was. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in embarrassment. Ready to end the show, he approached her to retrieve the dress from the floor and put it back on her body. Automatically, Lina opened her eyes overwhelmed by the old heat sensation of her garment. He tilted his head in confusion at Jungkook who had decided to look away at the moon.

"Don't do that again ..." he said, in a recorded tone that raised Lina completely. His tone echoed with both warning and danger. The young woman's cheeks were cruelly attacked by the heat and then she finished putting on the dress as it was before. Deep in her heart she felt rejected, humiliated. He thought that Jungkook had been angry for not being able to show him what he really liked when he had actually done it because he could not stop looking at her and above all, because if he repeated himself in the same way he did not know if he could control himself as he was hardly doing now. Lina bet to divert her gaze also but towards the room to avoid uncomfortable encounters. A long period of time passed in which both tried to assimilate what happened. Jungkook was the first to seek eye contact to find her staring blankly at the bed. Then, he muttered worriedly, sweetening his voice again. "Are you tired?"

Lina heard her heart race as the deep contrast of her voice landed in her ears. Far from appearing intimidating, in his opinion, the god enjoyed a sensual voice that pleased him, although it will be difficult for him to admit it.

"Answer me, please," Jungkook asked taking a step in his direction. His eyebrows were drawn in a sad gesture.

"Yes ..." I whisper shyly. Despite his brief intervention, Jungkook was relieved.

"It's all yours," added Jungkook low. Lina glanced confusedly at her spot in front of the railing. The moonlight so beautifully brightened her tanned skin that the girl had to suppress a sigh. He could be evil but he couldn't deny that his attractiveness was worthy of being a god. "Sleep in it if that's what you really need."

The young woman nodded in a small gesture before traveling to the bed. Her shoulders tensed as she watched Jungkook chase after her. However, the confusion drove her to raise her head in surprise when she saw the god pass by to walk towards a large black leather sofa just behind the bed.

Without giving it much importance, although quite grateful to him, she opened the sheets and got into bed. I almost fell asleep when I felt the softness of the fabric will hug your limbs with passion. She let her face rest on the feather pillow and closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by exhaustion.

Stunned by the inconsequential light that passed through the large window, she begins to wake up. Her little bellies moan in her recent reverie process. Your body begins to produce smooth movements taking the sheets with them. Opening your eyes closes them again immediately after being shaken by the clarity of the bright sun. Then he stands up, placing his fingers through her hair to clear his gaze.

At first, he is scared because he does not recognize the room. However, when he manages to fully awaken his mind and his neural connections connect with reality, he remembers who the bed is and the reasons why he has come to it.

He growls lazily falling back dramatically. Turn your face to the right to find a sundial on top of one of the small tables that rest on the sides of the large bed. It is at that moment, when he manages to discern a wooden tray resting on it. As he sits down, his eyes widen in surprise as he looks at a white dinner plate carrying a small wheat omelette and a large golden goblet beside him. Lina tilts her head in confusion. Approaches to food slowly. When the delicious smell of fresh food rises up your nose, your stomach rumbles in response. Her cheeks flush from the intensity of the sound coming from her body. He takes a fine silver fork, punctures the pancake and puts it in his mouth at once. Her lips close and she moans with pleasure when her tongue first touches the sweet taste after hours without tasting food. He takes the cup, brings it to his lips. A white liquid moves through the hustle inside it. When the liquid runs down her dry throat, she has impulses to moan loudly. He recognizes the liquid as milk, but it was not just any milk, he knew that flavor very well, it was baca milk. Her favorite from when she was little. There was a time when he drank so much milk that the royal roof rack had been without it for a long period of time since then his father had forbidden him the liquid in his meals. It had been years since he tried it but he would never forget its sweet and creamy texture.

As he placed the glass back on the tray, his attention was captured by a small note of paper strategically left in one corner of it. Picking it up, he realized who it belonged to.

Please eat, it's been a long time since you did and I know your body needs energy. I didn't want to wake you up this morning because you looked tired. I hope you slept well, really. I have left you clothes I hope it works for you.

He lifts his head to look at the chair he pointed to in the note, realizing that there was indeed a long white dress on the back.

I had to leave but I will be back at lunchtime. There is a hot tub where you can cool off. If you feel it too hot, please turn the handle to the left to make it colder. You can go out to explore the surroundings but please do not leave the house.

Attention, Jungkook.

I purse my lips, saddened by so much verbiage. I am grateful that he had taken the trouble to find something for her so that she could change, even when I verify the existence of the golden bathtub as well. But he really didn't understand why, after giving him so many freedoms, he will end his note demanding that he not leave home. His house. In fact, she acknowledged that she was a bit stunned by the way she expressed herself. I mean, he's supposed to be the god of war, shouldn't he be colder when he talks? Instead, she looked like a sweet and virginal maiden.

Well, be that as it may, I would not reject the idea of ​​a hot and relaxing bath.

...

From afar, high up in his thick and large cloud, he observed a small quarrel between two peasants. Apparently, one of them had stolen a goat from the other and the affected person demanded its immediate return, which the other refused. I support the elbows and deposit the chin on the back of the hand. I sigh bored. Tired. He really hadn't slept well, although he doesn't regret it. Seeing her sleep had been so much more rewarding than the dream itself. He just couldn't resist. When he least expected it, he found himself admiring the serene expression on her face in the moonlight. So beautiful and innocent. A nostalgic smile went up her corners as she remembered her cute, shrunken pose in sleep.

"You're crazy." A voice in the familiar tone woke him from his reverie. Jungkook observed to the side, bumping into the sun god who looked at him with a knowing look. "You have kidnapped her and to top it all you have taken her to your house."

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he rolled his eyes away from the peasants and got up to stare directly at Taehyung's eyes.

"You're not the best one to give me moral lessons, brother," Jungkook recalled through a sarcastic whisper. Taehyung opened his nostrils allowing himself to be knocked down by his brother's annoying provocations.

"No, that woman has definitely driven you crazy." Tae assumed pinching his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "I just hope what Yun has told me is not true."

"It is," Jungkook agreed, downplaying it.

“What!” Tae yelled madly. His eyes expanded accordingly. Her mouth practically open for not giving credit to Jungkook's nonsense. "Jungkook, reconsider. You can't send everything to hell for a woman you don't know." Jungkook turned his gaze again to the peasants who had started clumsily sticking together. "You really have no fucking idea what it is to be mortal. Of all that aging entails. Living an ephemeral life with an end in hell."

"I don't care," Jungkook replied suddenly redirecting his determined gaze towards Tae. His seriousness was too devastating for Taehyung. Because he knew that he did not say all this on a whim. He said it because he really felt it.

"Jungkook ..."

"I don't care, and do you know why? Because I'd rather live a mortal life with Lina a thousand times than live an eternal life being a prisoner of my own loneliness."

It was the last thing Jungkook said before leaving leaving Tae's mouth open.

...

He ran a hand down his outstretched leg to remove the soap. The hot bath was so relaxing. She held her wavy brown hair in a small makeshift bun at the top of her head. I clean her legs, her breasts, her armpits, her entire body. A relaxed smile welled up on his wet red lips as he rested his neck on the small stand. The cold of the material vibrated at the nape generating a pleasant sensation.

Lost in the depths of her bath, Lina was not aware that her eyes were not the only ones observing her body. Hyulin, the god of burials, wore a hypnotized smile. His initial purpose had been to look for Jungkook to tell him something about some mortals, when he did not find him, he decided to leave there, encountering the wonderful scene of a woman more beautiful than anything else enjoying a quiet bath. When Hyulin saw how her pale legs were rinsed with such sensuality her feet were embedded to the ground. In an instant, his hand slid down her belly and into the confines of her pants. Gimio, noticing how his erect member reacted to the cold touch of his fingers.

Hyulin was so focused on the girl that her ears failed to warn her of the loud slam. Nor, of the figure so extremely annoying that he was approaching in strides.

“What the hell do you think you look at, asshole!” Jungkook roared, ruled by fury. His reddened ears almost as much as his bloodshot pupils. He grabbed Hyulin by the neck, holding him in midair without much effort.

"Nothing ..." Hyulin lied, frightened by the death gaze of the other god. Jungkook did not have to use his naive to find the correct answer, since it was the same language of the man who betrayed him by clumsily stumbling.

“She is my wife, by what right do you dare to look at her with your filthy beggar eyes?” He shouted, letting himself be carried away by her explosive nature about to fatally hatch. His nostrils were widened by his irregular alteration that also shook his chest like a typhoon. The hand clung more and more to his spine, leaving him little by little without the entry of air.

“Jungkook?” A voice as pure as sunlight sounded from behind him. Jungkook closed his eyes tightly at receiving her so scared. His heart broke into pieces when he turned around and saw her there, cowering in her own body as she executed a completely terrified look.

Noticing that the mortal's eyes were lost, specifically the way her fingers closed dominance on Hyulin's neck, Jungkook responded by releasing it as if the god's skin burned, when in reality, it had been fear the girl who had lit a bonfire on his body and caused fear in him.

Hyulin coughed on the ground as he clutched his fingers to the strangled area. Jungkook stood still before his completely fearful expanded eyes. When Jungkook took a step in her direction Lina responded by backing away from them. He reached out a hand in front of his body to demand that he keep his distance.

"Stay away," she said. His temple lip as his hoarse voice created a great atmosphere of tension in Jungkook's chest. He obeyed her, frowning in pain at being rejected with such fear. "I don't want you to hurt me ..."

"I would never hurt you, Lina." He had sounded so sincere, with so much nostalgia that the young woman's heart was for a moment softened. However, a scandalous cough at her feet put her on alert again. Then, he thought. If she had reacted like that with an equal, what kind of atrocities could he do to her?

"You already did when you took me away from my father."

That said, Lina shook her head disappointed. Afterwards, he left there leaving him with a broken heart.

...

Another day dawning in that extravagant bed. Another day that he was still in that place against his will. He managed to realize that unlike on other days there was no tray on the little table as usual. Lina thought that Jungkook had grown tired of her contempt and had punished her by leaving her hungry, she thought, until when she got up she led the way to the large dining room, finding him sitting in front of a white table where there were two sets of silverware.

Jungkook raised his head from the plate when he noticed her presence. Her eyes lit up accordingly. The dress fit her so well. White was his color. The gold of his belt matched so well with the auburn hue of his eyes and his loose wavy hair. Jungkook's corners rose in a lopsided smile. Then, he slowly got up from his seat to drag a chair over and offer it to him. Lina stared at the object from a distance, suspiciously. But despite the doubt, he required something to fill his stomach with so he decided to push his scorn aside at least until he finished feeding.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked. Lina, who until then had kept her mouth shut for focusing on chewing, gave him a hateful look. Her fists closed into fists after receiving her tone, which in her opinion was false, very concerned. I disturb you that you will be so hypocritical. She was so engrossed in searching for the reasons why she despised him that the blindfold kept her free of his sweet smile and his eyes marveled at her presence.

Lina threw the tray to the ground causing Jungkook to jump in the chair. The broken sound of the plate and the glass caused a strong disaster. Without further comment that on the polished magenta carpet had spread a stain for milk.

"Don't pretend you care!" I will not allow you to treat me well when I know that deep down you don't want to!

Jungkook frowned, he was starting to get fed up with her behaving like a spoiled child. He always drew his own conclusions by setting foot on the same mistake over and over again.

"If you didn't mind I wouldn't have kept you with me!"

Lina widened her eyes in shock.

—Import you? You are a god! Your kind only cares about themselves! You're no different from them! ”Their screams only fueled the tension of the environment. Jungkook gripped the ends of the table tightly to calm down. But the vein in his biceps declared just the opposite.

"If I had been like them, the first night, when you undressed on my balcony I would have taken you to bed and fucked you so hard that you had only one dick to obey in your miserable mortal life!" Jungkook sounded gone. It was not he who spoke but the rabid force of his god nature. Lina was speechless at his statements. The cheeks inevitably turned red from hearing such a dirty vocabulary. A low cramp upset her belly causing her to have to squeeze her legs to ease the pain that had unconsciously begun to vibrate in anticipation. Jungkook felt it. Jungkook felt the nervous path of his saliva as he swallowed. The trembling of his body as he formed a mischievous lopsided smile as he took the audacity to run his body up and down without shame. "Is that what you really wanted, that I would have fucked you until you knew who you are?"

"No..."

"No?" Jungkook repeated in the same innocent tone as he took off from the table and approached her slowly as if he were his prey and he was a hungry predator. Lina had her back to the table when Jungkook managed to get in front of her. He was close enough to brush her feet and suffocate her with his breath. As far as not daring to touch her creating a need in her to close the distance that she did not know she had. Jungkook's gaze screamed so many things, despair, desire, love ... the warmth of his eyes was so attractive that Lina was hypnotized. Dominated by the sensuality of her smile that increased over time. Jungkook suddenly laid her palms on the table on either side of her body, leaving her cornered. Lina held her breath when she felt him slowly lean towards her lips. The first reaction he had was to turn to the opposite side causing his bellies to draw a daring smile when colliding with his cheek. Badly assuming that after his rejection Jungkook would give up, he left his weakness unprotected. Then, he felt her cold, wet lip on the shell of his ear. "Then why do you squeeze your legs like a desperate whore who longs to be filled by a cock?"

"Get away." Her sob was stopped when she bit her lower lip. Jungkook froze immediately. I lift my head and look at her seriously. Lina narrowed her eyes helplessly causing a great feeling of guilt to settle in Jungkook's chest. When he felt a heavy gasp at first hand, he stopped leaning on the table and then took a prudent distance.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened to me." It's just that… "he sighed, closing his eyes frustrated." ... you drive me crazy. "

Lina suppressed a gasp again feeling calmer now that Jungkook lay much calmer. Her shoulders fell with her mood. He had ruffled his hair by letting a few stubborn strands cover his forehead. He looked wilder, but also more desperate. At some point, Lina had stopped digging her nails into the table and straightened up to get a little closer and make him see that he was okay. But the anguished look Jungkook sent him was completely paralyzing.

"It's been so long since I felt so attracted to a person that when I've had you so close I just ... I couldn't control myself. I ask a deep and sincere apology."

"It doesn't matter," she said. Lina frowned in embarrassment in order to make him feel a little better by taking iron out of the matter but Jungkook didn't look at her from the moment he decided to turn his eyes to the ground.

"No, it does matter." I scared you, sorry.

"You haven't really scared me, you've surprised me but not scared me."

Jungkook looked at her again confused, now meeting a Lina who desperately avoided his eyes.

“Why should I surprise you, you're a beautiful woman?” He seemed so sure of himself that Lina hesitated for a moment to believe him or not. Finally, when he snorted a sarcastic laugh as brief as he let his most dangerous fear see.

"No, I'm not," she commented in a thread of deep sadness. Jungkook perceived how his light was gradually extinguished by his negative thoughts. The god denied with such fury that Lina looked at him almost instantly.

"You are the most precious woman human existence has created," he said. Jungkook possessed the deepest gaze he had ever seen. He watched her with such delicacy and so much love that she succumbed awkwardly to him. His rosy cheeks furiously took on a scorching hot red upon hearing the compliment of what is probably the most attractive man she has ever seen in her short life. She was so flattered that for a minute she forgot that he was a god and therefore did not have to seek her liking. Jungkook smiled. Not like before. This one had a much closer and more welcoming air. Then, he felt so good around him that he had to tell her the promises of his broken heart. "I had always heard that the expression of beauty is inside but I never knew how to understand it until I saw you for the first time in that lost pond. Your smile radiated so much light that it suddenly ignited my dull heart. You looked so pretty, so innocent When I least wanted to realize going to see you had become my favorite activity. A single smile from you and my day was improving infinitely. That is why, that afternoon when I saw you cry I went mad with fury, I wanted to know that I did so much to you damage so I can destroy it so that I would never do it again. I admit that I let myself be carried away by the situation and that the one who ended up paying for my fury was your father. But I will never apologize for falling in love with you. Because that fact is from The only thing I know I will never regret. "

“You were watching me?” Lina repeated, lost in receiving so much information at once. He was trying to hold each word tight. Every gesture after opening his heart without fear. A small smile formed on his lips. Far from feeling harassed, a feeling similar to sweetness began to develop in her chest. Knowing that the man had been watching her for a while made her a little nervous but at the same time inexplicably more secure. Finding out the real reasons behind his enormous anger had made the prospect of the god walk in another direction. After all, he had done everything to protect her, despite the fact that, as he says, he did not use the best ways.

"If you gave me a chance you would make me the happiest man on the face of the earth." He confessed lost in valleys of unbridled emotion. Lina raised her eyebrows hesitantly as she was upset with her heartbeat. "Would you give me that privilege?"

...

The brightness of the sun welcomed a new day in their eyes when they opened. He stretched lazily on the sheets growling as the muscles began to move. Jungkook was not at home. He thought about it when he straightened up and didn't see him in the room. The sofa where he slept every night seemed to be intact perfectly ordered with the cushions in place. I just confirmed it when in a quick look around the house I found it completely empty except for him.

She sighed disappointed. Today was a month since he had gone to live there. Not meeting him was becoming an increasingly unpleasant routine. But he understood perfectly. Every night, they talked a little about how the day had gone. She told him about the new things she discovered around the house, such as the large fountain that was in one of the lost gardens on the right wing. And he, about how annoying mortals were getting lately and what it meant to receive more work than unusual. He felt bad for Jungkook until he remembered that he was a god and that it was supposed to be his job.

The only bad thing about not having time to rest was that he left very early and returned late at night. Lina was starting to get bored of walking corridors she had already discovered on her old farms. An idea came to her mind when she turned a corner and managed to be stunned by the great intensity of light coming from a window. The eyes were drawn to the beauty before him. A great green meadow full of flowers so vast that not even the end could be seen. This is how she found herself walking out the door after several weeks of being confined. I take a deep breath, feeling his lungs thank him. When her sandal finally touched the stone grid at the entrance, she was tempted to return.

"You can go out and explore the surroundings but please don't leave the house."

She felt bad remembering that she was disobeying Jungkook's orders but then the sun blinded her again for a few moments forcing her to cover her eyes with her forearm. As if fate were tempting her, as she returned her gaze to the meadow, she seemed to feel much more alive. Jungkook does not have to find out that I have gone out to tour the place a little. She thought innocently.

For each step that took more grace was left of the vegetation in the garden. Her mouth had been open for a long time, caring little that a bug would hang in her. I have never seen such a beautiful place, not even your beloved pond could be compared to such a beautiful place. Tall trees with large fruits in their tops. The leaves of the flowers seemed to greet me, shaking each time I passed. It wasn't until she managed to spotlight a large herd of blue flowers that she started running with the enthusiasm of a little girl. His laughter infected the environment. I swear to see the trees get greener.

Gimio adoring the flowers with a loving smile. I bow my head to soak up all the detail of the curious flowers. She frowned when she was lost. He had never seen that species, not even, in the flower book that Nana had given him on his sixth birthday.

"I see you like my bullet petunias." A gentle voice broke in behind her making her turn with a start. A woman dressed in a robe full of flowers was greeted with a loving smile. She had an aura so calm and serene that Lina reciprocated without thinking.

"They're beautiful, I've never seen them before," she confessed. Drawing the goddess's gaze to the bluish petals.

"That's because they only exist here. It was a gift from my sister Demeter when I married Zeus. A unique flower that only grew in my garden."

"It is certainly an unforgettable detail," Lina said. She felt a little nervous at recognizing the woman's identity but her aura kept her in an overly pleasant state of calm. Hera nodded in complete agreement. He took a couple of steps and stood next to the girl.

"I'm glad you finally spoke." Hera's comment made Lina take her eyes off the flowers and direct her towards the goddess. "You know, I don't like to see my sad son."

"Neither do I ..." Lina whispered, thinking aloud not realizing that Hera had heard her wish until she heard the goddess's mischievous laugh. Lina widened her eyes in surprise at his loose tongue. Flames began to form from his cheeks in the form of an intense blush. It was the first time that he had accepted her liking towards Jungkook out loud, and to top it off, he had just confessed it in front of Hera, and much more embarrassing his mother.

"I already knew that. Actually, it wasn't too far-fetched to think about it knowing that Jungkook had you withdrawn at home doing god knows what." - Hera said. Her insight was accompanied by a small mocking laugh as she noticed the heat on her face increase.

"I'm a virgin, ma'am. I swear to you that Jungkook and I don't ..."

"Don't tell me, ma'am," she scolded. His loving cry almost left her in the place of fright. "I know that you are a virgin, your aura is still white. But apparently your mind is not so much, I deduce ..."

The poor girl definitely couldn't be redder. She had become so nervous that the neural connections in her small, groggy head had stopped working. The atmosphere followed a gentle course of silence until strong footsteps caught the attention of the goddess and Lina.

"Iris, my dear, any problem?" Hera asked. His serene countenance had strained because of the newly arrived woman. Lina stared curiously at his aggressive beauty feeling a little envious of the curve of her hips.

"No, mother," she clarified. But something she was saying to Lina that was not entirely sincere. More, when his grim-black eyes began to run through her with blatant contempt. "I just wanted to meet the mortal who has driven the god of war mad."

"Iris, you better be going I don't think Jungkook likes very much knowing that you are close to Lina" Hera said. Her advice rang out with a warning behind, leaving Eride a little surprised. However, he smirked at the goddess before turning to Lina with a bored look assuming it wasn't worth it. After a forced nod, the goddess returned to the path in which she had arrived. Lina had at some point raised her neck realizing that she was upset and somehow, returning the same contempt that she had given her. Hera's joke back to reality. "She's always looking for war. I'm sorry you had to meet her."

"It doesn't matter, Hera. Truth is, she's not the first goddess to look at me like I'm little less than a grain for being mortal," Lina recalled wistfully. He still couldn't shake the tension that Athena refuted from his mind.

"Oh Lina. My sweet and innocent girl. That daughter of mine is not upset because you are a mortal." Hera said. Lina frowned when the goddess touched her chin showing skepticism, "Well, in part yes, honey. But what really bothers her is that Jungkook has chosen you and not her."

"Are you saying that as if she ..."

"Yes, Lina." She's jealous, "Hera confirmed in a weary sigh as if irritated by her daughter's strong character." Maybe she isn't the best to tell you this but I think you should know. "

"Please tell me." Lina asked curious to know more.

"Jungkook has not been a very chaste god in these centuries. Really, I don't think there is a goddess on Olympus who has not passed through his bed, except for me of course. However, Eride has a great obsession with Jungkook rather insane. She believes that he is her soul mate but, darling, I am the goddess of the family and believe me when I tell you that my daughter will never find her if she doesn't change her attitude. "

“Soulmate?” Lina asked, lost in so much information. Hera nodded seriously.

"You see, honey. The gods have many lovers, infinite sexual relations and many, many relations. However, we only truly fell in love once."

"Is that the soul mate?" True love? ”Lina asked, confused by the diverse laws of the gods. I had heard the myth of the soul mate in the mortal world before thinking it was just that, a tale to help children sleep. Which sums up his surprised reaction when he realizes the truth of the matter. Just a moment. She thinks, "Why would she be jealous of me? I am not Jungkook's soulmate."

"Honey, you'd be surprised to know how curious the soul mate world is."

...

She kept her eyes open concerned about Jungkook's strange lateness. He had his palms together holding his head so that it did not touch the pillow, after a while in the same position he had begun to heat up his cheek too much. In a quick glance at the hourglass, he realizes what time it is. Worries again, Jungkook usually didn't take that long. Lina purses her lips in an embarrassed pout. By zeus, he was really concerned about a god. Whose most remarkable characteristics are its immortality and strength. Nothing can happen to him because he's a fucking god. Quickly remembered.

A noise at the front door makes her suddenly nervous. When she sees her great figure come fully into the room from the mirror in front of the balcony, she closes her eyes like a little girl who fears being caught in her fachoria. He doesn't know why he does it, he just acts. He settles into bed to resemble a deep sleep state for when he comes close to kissing her forehead. However, nothing happens. Wait and wait but nothing happens.

Open one eye to find the situation but just see Jungkook's serious face. Then, she falls like a fool into her own doubt. He is upset, it shows from the tension that covers his shoulders under his armor. Leave the sword resting on a piece of furniture while you go to the bathtub. He feels an emptiness in his heart when he passes by without kissing his forehead. That, although it seems a gesture as simple as nothing, he had become accustomed to the warm sensation that his lips leave when he deposits a sweet kiss on his forehead every night. Something disturbed his mind. He seemed uneasy as he sat on the edge of the bathtub. I stretch a finger to touch check the water temperature. He sighed and got up again. I intended to say something but the words stuck in my throat when the top of his armor fell to the ground. The muscles of his strained back greeted me with open arms. His thick and strong arms for the first time in my sight. It was an image worthy of being engraved on a painting so that it will last for eternity. He had never had the privilege of seeing a half-naked man but despite his inexperience, he knew, the moment Jungkook turned and his abs reflected against the artificial light of the candles, that no man could match him even in the most remote dream . His jaw fell prey to such attributes, falling by itself. Underneath the sheets her legs were squeezed tight to ease the tickling that had begun to accumulate at her bottom. It was so illusory to think that just showing off her tanned skin would leave her so affected. Jungkook placed the helmet on top of a piece of furniture. Then, she brought her hands to her hips to proceed to lower her military skirt. Lina caught her bottom lip before closing her eyes tight. Deep down he knew it was wrong to spy on him that way. He knew it wasn't, but when the bath water shook from the weight of a body on top, his eyes widened anxiously again. His legs rubbed with need at the scene of a Jungkook moaning as he dropped his head, exposing his wet neck. Her Adam's apple was so attractive and thick. His breathing increased in such a way that he had to cover a moan, sinking his mouth into the pillow.

Jungkook, who until then had been absent, snapped his head up toward the bed. His eyes narrowed to improve eyesight in the dark. Silence flooded the room again. Jungkook reached out to brush the hair off his face and then refocused on his deep relaxation again.

He did not know how long he had been lost in the bathtub but he would swear that it could be perfectly confused with eternity. Now, dressed in white silk pants, he started on his way to the black sofa. He would like to say that the bath had improved his mood, but that would be lying. Things on earth were getting more difficult. A great war was coming just as Hoseok had said a couple of weeks ago. He kept receiving offerings. His head was full of prayers and future pledges of loyalty. Mortals always got heavy when they wanted the favors of the god of war because if you enjoyed the honor that his blessing granted you there would be no defeat on the horizon.

“Have you arrived later than usual today?” A terribly sweet voice sounded behind him causing the god to immediately stop arranging the pillows. Jungkook's shoulders strained from receiving so much tenderness after being subjected to violence and bitterness all day. Without a doubt, a contrast that improved any relaxing bath.

"Yes," Jungkook clarified, clearing his throat to clear his hoarse tone. "I've received many offerings lately."

"Is that bad?" Her curiosity marked by intrigue lovingly punished the ears of the god. Lina had decided to sit on the bed with the help of her arm to support herself. He kept the sheets glued to his chest as his open eyes sent worried glances at Jungkook's back.

"Yes, when they are excessive. That means that you are going to see a battle where many people are going to die," he assumed with too frightening sincerity. Jungkook continued with his task of tidying up the sofa. Lina for her part, had let out a gasp surprised by the comfort in her body. Jungkook didn't look affected, what's more, he seemed to hate talking about it.

"Today I have met Hera," she said. The fear was palpable in his gaze because he knew what his reaction would be. His head had started working to try to change the subject and that was the first one that came to mind. Of course Jungkook gave up everything he was doing in that instant. A pillow slid down her fingers until she fell to the floor. Then he turned to her with a disgusted look.

"I told you not to leave the house," he chided. Lina averted her eyes too intimidated by his strong scolding. Jungkook, desperate for an answer, strode to the bed, standing a few inches from the foot of the bed.

"I'm fine," she growled complaining like a girl who didn't like receiving punishment when she hadn't actually done anything wrong. Jungkook laughed sarcastic, exhaling pure irony from his mouth. Then, he grabbed a strand of her hair tightly and ruffled it in frustration as his eyes swept over her body.

"I see." He replied coldly. There was no life in his words but a rather dark emptiness. "But tell me, is there something else you have done that has prohibited you? I don't know, let me think. Have you met another goddess? Or no, much better Have you met another god? Have you let him touch you? Have you allowed other hands to touch you? Tell me who he is so I can ... "

“Jungkook!” Lina yelled hurt at all those meaningless assumptions. Humiliation blossomed within his chest as his gaze hardened to the point that he no longer had chestnut irises but empty, red sockets in the place of his eyes. His shriek seemed to bring his feet back to earth because his dark gaze immediately turned into a loss.

"Go to sleep ..." said Jungkook. His eyes lost in the infinity of his feet. Lina noticed how her shoulders dropped level when perceiving so much sadness in her puckered face. He opened his mouth to say something but Jungkook insisted again. "Just ... Go to sleep, Lina."

"Jungkook." She called out to him with sighs bathed in sadness. But he kept his head down on his way to the sofa. Lina tilted her head slightly when she saw him sit and moan uncomfortably. It felt so selfish to enjoy such a comfortable place knowing it was someone else's. Jungkook ended up lying down, then covered himself with a magenta blanket. Her back was still tense, not knowing if it was because of the uncomfortable furniture or because of her recent discussion. "Are you going to sleep there?"

"Where can I sleep if I don't?" Jungkook replied with a wry mockery. He removed his body to face himself. His hand causally held her head. Then he raised an eyebrow intrigued by her sudden interest.

"You can sleep here if you want," she suggested quite shyly.

It had sounded so low that for a moment she thought Jungkook hadn't heard her, but she pushed that thought from her mind when a small smile tightened at her sweet corners.

"Do you want me to sleep with you?" Jungkook asked with significantly improved humor. She licked her lips, leaving them moist and quite juicy in Lina's sight. Who could not help but warm his cheeks under his watchful eye.

"After all, it's yours. I'm just the girl who has selfishly occupied your bed ..."

"You haven't answered me, Lina." Jungkook said, lowering his voice to a tone a little lower than normal. Lina gulped nervously when she was startled by panic and her damn lopsided smile. "Do you want me in your bed?"

Knowing that his words might be misinterpreted, he decided to slowly nod. But Jungkook complained unsatisfied.

"Say it with your words, baby," I scold fondly as I wrinkled my nose. Her face threatened to explode with embarrassment. And yet, he couldn't recall a single moment when he could have felt so hot. The nickname had been spoken with a dangerous touch despite the honey in his voice.

"Yes, I want Jungkook ...

...

She squeezed her eyes shut as the sunlight completely consumed her sleep. She tried to move to stretch her stiff muscles but a large hand gripped her waist holding her still. Then, she was aware of the large hot mass just behind her. The large sculptural chest that clung to his back as if it were his second skin. And the hot breath that fell on her ear, making her feel so relaxing. Her stomach was suffocated by the focus of heat emitted by her hand placed on the area of ​​her belly, becoming an overly overwhelming hug. I reiterate in his attempt to free himself causing Jungkook to tighten his grip. I listen like a sleepy moan still wrapped in the deep worlds of sleep. Jungkook growled in his hair, burying his head in the hollow of his neck. Lina threw her ass back to knock him off hitting a fairly long frame. He opened his eyes when he realized he had just ground against his huge cock. Jungkook dipped a growl deep into his neck, firmly grasping his hand on his belly to keep it from bothering him further.

She timidly moved her arm to nudge him but froze when she felt Jungkook's hand slide slowly down, down, specifically in the area of ​​the junction between her thighs. With so much movement the dress had risen in such a way that it had ended up accumulating around her waist leaving the way free for her to pass the palm of the curve of her hip. The young woman suppressed a gasp when Jungkook touched the skin of her belly with the tips of his fingers to finish placing the open palm above her navel.

"Jungkook ..." she called between pleas, using a thread of voice to get his attention. Jungkook's chest swelled accordingly, imprisoning her further. Innocently, he had thought that it had all been part of a dream-dominated maneuver. But when she felt the edge of Jungkook's smile, she wasn't too attached to that theory.

"Shh ..." Silence over his ear. Her body rose against his to close the distance. Lina gasped at the so relaxing sensation that her suggestive caresses marked. She even ignored for a moment her viral need to breathe when she felt the tips of her fingers caress the waistband of her panties.

“Mail from the gods!” They shouted from the balcony, throwing a package of immense dimensions. The roar of crashing to the ground woke her brutally from her reverie. Jungkook cursed under his breath as he got out of bed. Lina suddenly felt helpless roaring a need for his body heat. With flushed cheeks I stick my knees to his chest and grab the sheets covering half of his face. All this while still observing Jungkook. He looked almost like a divine apparition looking so handsome just awakened when she had tousled hair and a puffy face. He had not been able to notice their semi-nakedness wearing only white cloth pants. His torso seemed much more spectacular now that he could appreciate it in the sunlight. His arms were stretched as he grabbed a book with the old cover reflecting its greatness with a pair of dilated veins in the area of ​​his forearm.

"Fucking shit," he roared as his eyes read something hastily. He did not take his eyes off the book, rereading the content in case it had been a mistake caused by fatigue. But when he reread the sentence, he ended up sending his hopes to hell for what was left of the day.

"What is it?" Lina asked. Too intrigued to remain silent. Jungkook looked at her quickly with an irritated sigh.

"The Offering Request Book." Jungkook replied quite annoyed. He hated that book with all his soul. He could perfectly spend the whole day reading the stupid wishes of mortals and he would still have hours to go from the first page. Could it be that they had gone crazy, or what? Jungkook thought pissed off. Overcome by anger, he closed the book abruptly, then tossed it on one of the tables. Then he sat wearily at the foot of the bed, his resigned gaze embedded in the book.

"Today is Sunday, don't you have a single day off?" Lina asked, quite indignant with the fact. Jungkook watched out of the corner of his eye as his lips pouted, tempting him to pinch his cheeks for teasing him so sweetly.

"Desire has no day on the calendar, Lina." Jungkook said, showing a little more reason to fulfill his obligations. The bed creaked beside him as Lina moved behind him with her knees resting on the mattress.

"But you've been away all week, I've hardly seen you." Can't you save it for another day? ”She suggested. Jungkook's ears snapped back, turning back to meet his desperate gaze.

“Are you asking me to put my obligations aside because you want to spend the day with me?” Jungkook asked incredulously. He was tempted to bite his tongue to see if he was still dreaming. Lina's cheeks turned deep red when she managed to realize what she has just proposed without being aware.

"I would perfectly understand that it is your duty ..."

"What?" Jungkook breathed, surprised by his sadness. "If being with you is the only thing I want right now," he snorted, feeling much lighter at once. "Trust me when I tell you that I would send everything to hell for spending a single day with you. Just tell me where you want to go and we will run if necessary.

"Well ..." she cleared her throat embarrassed by her contagious enthusiasm. "When I was a child my father always took me to a small theater in the town square," she confessed through a nostalgic smile.

"I'd love to go," Jungkook replied simulating the same smile. Lina nodded in agreement with her raw cheeks.

Tasting the sunlight directly after being locked up for several days had undoubtedly made her feel like pearls. Just like the first time he took a deep breath to fill his lungs with the rich oxygen. Lina was waiting for Jungkook in front of the doors while the god entrusted one of her brothers with her tasks, she thinks she heard that his name was Taehyung. Despite being in constant contact all day with one, one could not get used to the environment charged with gods. Taehyung radiated so much light that he knew in that instant that he was Apollo the Sun god. He managed to realize that this light not only came could be reflected from outside, but also came from within. He had been very kind and compassionate as he gave me a small bow in greeting imposing how little he cared about the difference in lineage.

"I think we can go now," Jungkook announced making an appearance. Lina stopped looking at the vast meadows of Hera's garden to turn to the god. Immediately, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Jungkook, you can't go like this," she said with slow laughter. His hand sweetly covered her mouth while inside her palm she bit a tempted lip. Jungkook, for his part, frowned as he visually reviewed his characteristic armor.

"It is my favorite armor," Jungkook said, plunged into a world of confusion.

"It is already very pretty. But, how do you think mortals will react if they see the god of War walking through his plaza so belligerent?"

"Oh," he groaned realizing that the girl was absolutely right. Too much chaos would undoubtedly ensue that would draw the attention of any god, including his father, which he did not want at the moment. Lina slightly increased her laugh as she saw Jungkook's wide eyes. From one moment to the next, the god snapped his fingers in a cloud of dust that covered him, then, when it completely dissipated, Lina slowly raised her eyebrows after seeing the outfit she was now wearing. It was nothing more than a white tunic of too fine origin but his wide arms managed to pronounce themselves by the sides and his chest was marked divinely. His tongue almost fell out of his mouth, forcing himself to calm down to avoid such embarrassment. "Is this going well?"

"Perfectly," she says, accompanied by a stutter and a rather uneasy nod. Jungkook smiles pleased at having made such an impression on her. Then he covers his arm around the girl's small waist to force her to walk towards a makeshift cloud at the end of the trail. In the course of the trip, he manages to discern the black figure of a woman leaning against an oak tree who observes them evilly from afar. Lina narrows her eyes to increase her visual acuity, so her neck is firmly raised with warning when she recognizes the goddess who was watching them as if she wanted to attack them. I briefly look at Jungkook who, absent from everything, had not blurred his smile. He didn't know what went through his head at that moment when in a movement he decided to wrap his anatomy around one of Jungkook's arms. The god was more than receptive giving his waist a squeeze sticking their bodies more. Consequently, Eris breathed pure fire through her mouth while digging her nails wildly into the apple she had been eating until then. He cursed pure oaths full of vengeance towards Lina but she completely ignored the goddess focusing only on the so relaxing heat radiating from Jungkook's body. He knew that they were nothing more than empty words invoked by his poison that he did not want to ingest.

Soon after, they ascended to the cloud of the god and descended gracefully to the earth. Specifically, behind some hidden bushes just next to the entrance of the town.

Lina could not describe the feeling that began to settle in her chest when, as she entered the town, feminine glances began to run through Jungkook's body with too much suggestion. Those women were completely attracted to the mortal-looking god, unable to take their eyes off such wonderful human sculpture. There was everything. From women well into maturity to young girls who were no more than sixteen. Jungkook felt the tension reflected in the shape of his grip with which he decided to give her a small intrigued look, Lina slowly denied so Jungkook decided to continue with the journey without insisting again.

Upon reaching the small square, nostalgia began to approach her, seeing a much smaller image of her running around enthusiastically while patiently waiting for the show to begin. The atmosphere had not changed much since the last time he had the privilege of attending, the laughter of the children remained just as vivid since then.

A beep made by a man with a kind of trumpet sounded giving the announcement that the function was about to open.

“Run, you have to get a good place!” Lina shouted excitedly as she tugged on Jungkook's arm. The god let him drag him to a free spot on the gravel floor. Sitting down, Lina clenched her fists, bit her lip, and trembled all over her body, transmitting too much despair and joy. Jungkook swept his body with a funny smile.

"Oh, welcome, my beloved gods!" Come! Sit down! ”A man with a rather comical look suddenly stepped onto the stage. Jungkook wrinkled his nose when he recognized the outfit so poorly made that he wore symbolizing Zeus. He carried a beam of cardboard stuck to the armor of the same material. Next, an elderly, old woman appeared just behind him, wearing a rather worn white robe. It was obvious that it was a satire for how the man's belly protruded through the armor and how the woman seemed not to know how to walk but Jungkook had tensed. Seeing her parents being portrayed so poorly had struck a chord with her.

"It is a play, Jungkook, they are not mocking, they just want to make the children laugh," she murmured near his ear to reassure him. Jungkook's shoulders dropped, relaxing as he understood the situation. It was true, because the children's laughs did not stop ringing. I bend his knee to support the forearm and thus manage to settle until the function will last.

A thin man could not but entered with great airs of the stage. Jungkook raised an eyebrow in amusement as he recognized the symbol on the artificial armor.

"Oh, Brother Poseidon, what a pleasant surprise!"

"How nice or eight quarters I come to complain about your daughter's scoundrel!"

Suddenly a woman the height of a pea entered the scene.

"Don't listen to this face stud asparagus just wants to confuse you!" The woman shouted, waving her arms exaggeratedly. The children's laughter exploded accordingly. Lina also let herself go, even Jungkook had to suppress a laugh. The show progressed without any problem now that Jungkook had been able to let go and be shaken by the barbarities of the actors. The main theme was the fight that took place between his uncle Poseidon and his sister Athena to achieve the sovereignty of Athens. Although they did not follow to the letter what really happened.

A skeleton man but in sight was that not with many lights he entered the stage with airs of greatness leaving the false gods speechless. Jungkook raised his eyebrows surprised to see himself represented so well compared to the other gods. Of course, he changed his mind when the man opened his mouth.

"I want blood!" The false god shouted with euphoria. The children stood up with their voices and began to scream supporting him in his fight. Lina started to panic when she caught a glance at Jungkook's jaw clenching furiously.

"But what does this fool say about the boat?" Asked the false Athena, slapping her forehead with her hand. The children stopped screaming to fall dead with laughter. Everything seemed to be going well until the false-quality feather of the fake Ares began to burn without explanation. Lina managed to realize what was truly happening when she watched as Jungkook focused his bloodshot eyes on the poor mortal.

Stunned by the dire consequences that could ensue if this continued to manifest itself, she grabbed Jungkook's hand and pulled him off the stage as quickly as she could. They ended up in a lonely alley behind the market.

"You can't use your powers here, Jungkook!" You almost burned that poor actor alive! ”I cry desperately so that he will understand the consequences of his actions. Jungkook was still clenching his jaw with his fists clenched dead in anger.

"I am not like that! I do not enjoy blood in battle! I am also in charge of judging the stupid mortals who die in war! Shit I don't just dedicate myself to violence! I cannot understand how ... "

"I know," I whisper directly to his face. His breath gently caressed her mouth as the girl's delicate hands caught her cheeks. Jungkook came down from the sky and rose at that precise moment. "I know that you are not like this. That you only fulfill your duties as a god. But you must understand that this is not Olympus and you cannot use your powers like this against mortals because it is not fair . "

"You are too good for me ..." Jungkook seduced, capturing a deeply attractive look in her eyes. He tilted a complacent smile as he felt the trembling of his hands as he placed his larger ones on top. After a flattering sigh, Jungkook began to lean his face towards hers, not taking his eyes off her pink lips. Lina had closed her eyes and brought her face closer, feeling the touch of her lips in a chill. He would have been carried away. He would have let himself be killed ...

But a loud roar confused with a malevolent laugh completely distracted them from their reverie.

“Is that the reason you refused to marry me?” A thick, rather familiar voice made Lina tense as she looked up in fear at Jungkook. Not by Jorge, of course, but by the vein that had begun to be marked on the neck of the god. When Jungkook peels off the wall to face the fat man behind him, Lina pales. Jungkook is immediately stopped by a small hand on his forearm.

"Don't fall for her game, let's go ..." She held back an anguished gasp. He was aware that Jungkook was glancing at him. "... please."

"Yes, bitch, go! Just how did you run away not to do your duty!"

A dismembered growl shot out from Jungkook's chest as he turned to grab the man's neck to stamp it on the wall to his right.

"How dare you speak to him that way? Not a hundred like you together would be worth enough to be worth it."

Her nostrils were forcibly dilated in order to maintain the stability of her irregular breathing. It hadn't cost her anything to carry the man's heavy weight, which surprised Lina with overwhelming horror. He realized in that instant that if Jungkook wanted he could reduce it to nothing with just a little squeeze.

"Jungkook, let it go," she asked in a persuasive tone. But Jungkook did not take his eyes from bloody eyes in the half-closed of his enemy. I'd make him eat his words so I had to tear his tongue out and sew it up again. Lina, her mind blank, wrapped one of her biceps urgently. So long and hard under his touch that he almost gasped in admiration. Hector's lifeless moan brought her back to the situation. "Prove to me that you are not what everyone thinks you are. Forgive your life and I will know that you are not as evil as others paint."

Jungkook's eyebrows slowly relaxed to stack in a straight line after uncrossing his frown. I lower my neck and watch her. The hopeful light that shone within her pupils said two things: that she believed in him and that she appreciated him. Perhaps that was the reason why he decided to release Hector. Maybe that was the reason why he stopped in front of Lina to smile at her with love.

“Don't you believe all those things about me?” Jungkook asked in a desperate but much calmer tone now that he was not under the control of anger. Lina mimicked her smile and slowly shook her head. Jungkook did not need words, since, with that gesture, he had no doubt that he was telling the truth. Feeling the luckiest in the world, he put aside the hasty sound of moans from shortness of breath. He could only notice her and no one but her. Her heart was pounding fiercely at the recent confession, which confirmed her suspicions that he hadn't lied.

“What kind of devil are you?” A hoarse voice cut through the space between them to run over Jungkook's ear. The god looked down at the human spoil that was dying on the ground for a little air. The shadow on his chin grew, giving him a much more terrifying appearance.

"Go away, Héctor, and don't come back here," Lina said abruptly to prevent the dispute from rising again from its ashes. The man scrambled to his feet and regarded her with contempt.

"If you think this is going to stay here ...

“Go away before I regret having spared your pathetic and shitty life!” His scream was with such a long impact that Hectos's hair stirred. The man opened his eyes in fright, turning around to run down the alley. I would have let him go unpunished. It was his intention. But two seconds after his departure Jungkook managed to hear a curse to the gods adding to the annoyance they had caused the god to use his powers on a human for the first time in centuries. I raise my hand and snap my fingers instantly making a fine rat tail appear on its huge behind. Lina widened her eyes in surprise but the laugh she exhaled was so strong that she completely forgot about the bad gesture she had just made.

"Who did what?" Commented the goddess Hera, laughing with emotion. Lina continued to rake the dirt as he accompanied her in feeling. She left her work for a second to wipe her hands of dirt on the dress.

"As you hear it, Hera." Very big and curly.

"God, my son, what ideas does my son have?" The goddess, too tempted, left her strawberry pick to sit on a white stone bench and rest a bit and improve her posture to keep laughing. After a few seconds of silence flooded by the sound of the birds singing, the goddess watched as Lina rummaged in the ground to plant a seed that would give a strawberry plant in days. Lina, noticing Hera's strange muteness, turned her head to blush just later. "I gather that your relationship is getting better and better."

"I am not going to deny that in these months I have managed to get affection for him, but Hera I still see in Jungkook the person who distanced me from my loved ones," she commented under her breath in a tone infused with anguish and nostalgia. It had been quite a few months since his arrival at Olympus and therefore for quite a few months that he had not heard from his father or nanny. He did not know how his command in the kingdom was going if he had had a problem or if he continued to maintain the diet that he said was absurd but kept his old heart away from suffering some malignant disease.

"I understand ..." whispered the thoughtful goddess. "You miss the life you led before." But what about the life you lead now you don't like? "

"I don't know," she confessed, quite confused. She did not live badly, that is, Jungkook treated her with affection and respect, always trying to provide her with everything she wanted but the material world perishes without an emotional world to bond with. Lina at this time had developed a very strong feeling for Jungkook but did not know if it was negative or positive.

After spending the entire afternoon helping Hera in her garden, she told him to take a few strawberries for dinner. Lina accepted the delighted offer and much more after being informed that by chance that was Jungkook's favorite fruit. The god had been taking her to incredible places that she never dreamed of knowing. Now it was his turn to return the favor a little.

I place the cutlery in line with the cups and napkins. He had prepared a fruit cocktail that far from bluffing had come out with a spectacular pint. Lina sat in her usual seat while waiting for the clock to strike nine at night. Time the god had promised to arrive that night. And he did not lie. After the ding-dong of the clock the doors were opened with a heavenly air giving way to Jungkook who smiled in surprise when he ran into the table so well decorated.

“And this?” Jungkook asked, lost in the planned details of the table. Of course, his eyes stopped glad when he saw the fruit bowl, more specifically the strawberries crowned on top.

"I still haven't thanked you for taking me to the Alps," she said, clasping her hands in her lap to squeeze them nervously. Jungkook frowned in amusement and then shook his head in denial.

"I did not do it to reward me. However, I must say that I will not reject this wonder. My God, they are my mother's strawberries!" Jungkook shouted excitedly at last recognizing the smell of the red frit. Lina laughed, tempted by her childlike behavior.

Soon after they began to have dinner. The dishes did not take long to be emptied by the excruciating hunger that both possessed. However, that brief period gave them enough time to have a little chat. After finishing a session of laughter for a Jungkook joke about his wet uncle's hair. I snap my fingers, suddenly bringing up a floating orchestra that soon begins to play classical music. Lina raised her eyebrows tempted as Jungkook rose from his chair and offered her hand to invite her to dance.

She didn't know how long they had been holding each other but since the first chorus of the first song Lina had let herself go, resting her cheek on her chest. Jungkook's hands spread apart, one squeezing her waist to attract her and the other holding her hand firmly. Jungkook breathed in his hair, the sweet smell of honey led him to a kind of trance from which he did not want to leave. He squeezed her tighter, he needed to feel her small body melt into his. Lina formed a nice little smile as the warmth of her body hugged her tighter. After finishing the song, an invisible force seduced her to come out of her hiding place and she will raise her head towards Jungkook. The god leaned his neck to brush against their noses making the girl close her eyes. It was all so wonderful. When Lina's eyes opened again, she met Jungkook's dark eyes that desperately clamored for his attention. From the first time in a long time it felt like I was in the right place. There, in Jungkook's arms seeing how he leaned more and more towards his lips. When they were brushed, he pointed out that they were kissed for the first time, a rather familiar melody that made Lina come out of the trance and watch the lost floating instruments.

“What's wrong?” Jungkook asked worried about the tension that began to build up in the shoulders of the girl who had not taken her eyes off the instruments.

"That song ..." she began to speak but was forced to stop by the saliva accumulated in her throat that forced her to swallow. "That song was played by my father to calm me down when I was little."

Jungkook widened his eyes aware of the serious mistake he had made. Feeling guilty for being responsible for stealing his joy.

"Sorry, Lina, let me remove it."

"No!" She cried desperately. Jungkook let his heavily suspended arm drop. "Please don't take it off ... That song reminds me of him."

The atmosphere of love vanished as Lina walked to the table with her back to Jungkook. The god watched from a distance as she reached out to touch a half-empty glass.

"You miss him, don't you?"

"Yes," he agreed. Then he turned and gave her a sad grimace with his lips. Jungkook was lost in the marble floor when his discomfort led him to the darkness of the depths of his mind.

"What if I told you that you can see him again as many times as you want?"

Lina raised her head excitedly.

“Is that possible?” She asked with all the innocence in the world. Jungkook nodded with a bright smile. "Then she would be the happiest woman in the world."

To say that suffering the state of happiness was not pleasant would be telling lies. The next day, Jungkook had arranged a cloud to bring him down to the mainland, more specifically towards my father's castle. In the course of the trip he had not been able to stop admiring the wheat fields that decorated the surroundings. He smiled as he remembered how many times he had lost himself in that tall grass. As expected, people reacted with surprise when he saw her come down from that spongy structure. Soon after, he found his father sitting in the throne room.

Lina intended to get closer but stopped abruptly when I catch the heavy air from the atmosphere. His father was sad, he noticed it in the decline of his shoulders and how his smile had completely disappeared to exchange it for a weak grimace.

"Hello, Dad." His voice hit the old king's ears as if it were an apparition. Instantly I lift my head like a new spring. Her hands hugged her mouth in excitement when she saw the figure of her daughter at the doors.

“Lina?” Asked the old man lost in emotion. When the girl nodded in a smile, the man knew that it was not a mirage, the fruit of sleepless nights. It was real. His daughter. Her little girl was there. The king came down from the throne to run towards his daughter and thus melt into a hug so needed for the months without seeing each other. "My sweet girl ... I've missed you so much."

"And I, Daddy," I cry helplessly, hiding my face in his father's chest. The man began to gently caress her head to make sure, again, that the presence of his daughter was not the result of his imagination. Then I grab Lina by the shoulders so I can see her better.

“Has he set you free?” Asked the old man, yearning for hope. Lina smiled, exchanging it for a serious grimace. When he shook his head, his father's joy disappeared from the window. Feeling her daughter's tears run down her rosy cheeks, she raised her fingers to remove them. "I would give my life to exchange with you, my child."

"Don't suffer, dad." The girl wrapped her hands around her father's wrists to reassure him, "He treats me very well. What's more, he let me see you."

But the foolish king ends up turning his back on his daughter. The deepest part of him could not bear to hear how happy she sounded when she said that this selfish god made her happier than he, his own father.

"That right shouldn't be done as a favor." He roared against the god. Lina furrowed her eyebrows in embarrassment. Her heart had turned black and her jovial voice had been transformed into a much rougher, more threatening one. Lina raised a hand to touch her father's shoulder, however, some doors were thrown open and a soldier looking quite distressed entered them.

"My king the red soldiers ... Princess Lina."

Lina reacted with a nod. However, even though the soldier's posture had calmed down a bit in his presence when his eyes went back to the king they tensed again.

“Daddy, is something wrong?” She asked, quite concerned, interspersed with confused glances between the soldier and her father. The old king watched his daughter with a forced smile before commanding the soldier to shut up with a look full of warning.

"No, my life." But her denial had sounded so tense that Lina didn't believe her. "Nana is in the kitchen, she goes looking for him, I'm sure she'll love to see you."

It was the last thing he said before leaving the doors in the company of the soldier.

...

It had been a day full of activities. The nanny, as expected, had received him with great joy in a maternal hug. He had spent practically his entire visit in the kitchen drinking tea and eating nana's cheesecakes. Between bite and sip they had been engulfed in a conversation about what their life on Olympus was like. He told her about Hera, a very tender goddess who treated her as her own daughter despite being mortal. He told him about Taehyung, who later explained that it was Apollo but that he had asked him to call him by his mortal name. And of course, the most talked about topic was Jungkook. He had had to reassure him because the moment he named the god he began to hyperventilate. She told him that all these months Jungkook had managed to win her heart, that they were very good friends and that he treated her very well. She was still blushing from the look so mischievous that the nanny showed her in the talk.

Now, already on Olympus, he was walking back to his home. Entering through the door, Taehyung was unexpectedly found in the middle of the room.

"Hello, Lina." Tae greeted warmly through a small bow.

"Hello," she replied with the same enthusiasm as the god. After the introductions Lina could not help looking for another god with her eyes but stopped doing it when she realized that Taehyung was alone. "And Jungkook?"

"He's not here." His voice came out fast and compulsive as if he was trying to avoid something. However, she didn't pay much attention to it, since, she assumed it to the shyness that the god still felt for her. "How has the visit to your father gone?"

"How?"

"Being all day above heaven you are used to seeing everything that happens on earth," Taehyung explains with a shrug.

"I understand ..." I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrows. "Well, actually, it went very well."

“You missed him, didn't you?” The god's voice changed suddenly, sounding understanding. Lina broke the smile by walking on topics that plunged her into a feeling of longing.

"Much."

"The summer solstice is approaching a time to spend with the family," said the god so vagini. Lina looked at Taehyung carefully. He did not know it but in reality it had sounded as if that phrase had wanted to say it but it had been difficult for him to pronounce it.

“What?” She asked with a sarcastic laugh. He did not understand her sudden curiosity. His curiosity was accompanied by something more than innocence but he could not decipher what it was.

"I'm sorry if my question offended you. I'm just curious to know how you feel about having the option of choosing to be someone else. You know, choosing what you want to be tomorrow without the guidelines to follow that are governed by your nature."

"Oh. Well ..." he was speechless at his attack of sincerity. Her mind had suddenly gone blank. "... I would choose the previous life ..." Her voice sounded so sincere that her heart thumped. His heart was not the only one that was pounding because behind a wall at the entrance to the bedroom was a heartbroken Jungkook. Her eyes closed in pain. I had hoped that in those months ... But no. She still wanted her life from before. I preferred never having met him. Willing not to mistreat himself anymore, he went out onto the balcony, unaware that the girl had not finished talking. "... but that was before all this. During these months I have changed a lot. My perspective on the world was not the same until I really lived. It will sound silly but I don't want to leave as much as before. I don't know, I suppose I've found a habit in my life now. "

"I'm glad to hear that." Taehyung spoke sincerely. Both smiled absent all the evil that would come later.

When fear coupled with anger create an explosive mix. Every god that crossed Jungkook moved out of his way in a hurry. The god frowns so intensely that his eyes will pop out of their sockets at any moment. He couldn't stop blaming himself. Of hating himself for being so weak before a woman. Listening in the first person as he rejected it had been completely devastating. He no longer cared about anything he might long for before.

He broke in with his strong figure in the assembly area where his father, mother, uncle and sister were discussing something that the god did not mind interrupting.

“Zeus!” He shouted with such anger that the gods turned to him immediately. The god of lightning went down a few steps to position himself in front of his son. They both frown, punishing themselves with inhuman hatred. One for his aching heart and the other for having been stopped in a real fight of words. Hera touched her desolate chest when Jungkook after relaxing his depressed features fell to his knees before his father. With her head down so as not to see him because of the vengeance of not having been able to prevent some tears from leaking down her cheeks.

"You were always right. You always were ..." Jungkook repeated dead while alive. His tone without force hit Zeus in such a way that his bad mood quickly dissipated.

"What are you talking about, my son?" He replied with the same lost nostalgia. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth slightly, finding himself enveloped in an aura consumed by sadness.

"She will never love me ..." he confessed with a broken voice letting the melancholy slowly drown him. After a brief silence Jungkook gained enough courage to direct his eyes to his father's. "She hates me."

Zeus instantly looked away from his son to turn around to focus on his wife's impressed posture. Hera with her heart in her fist made the same journey to stand in front of him.

"I have come to receive my punishment," Jungkook said in a voice as dark as sad. Zeus blinked nervously just before his arm was terribly shaken by a desperate Hera.

"Zeus, you can't ...

“Is that what you want?” Zeus asked as a last resort to appeal to his conscience. But Jungkook didn't take that time to think but rather to find more reasons to accept his mistake.

"It's what I swore," he sentenced with all the pain in his soul. Zeus had his chin raised. He stay quiet. It really was the first time that something left him speechless. When I lift a hand and place it on top of her head Hera widened her eyes hysterically.

"Zeus no .... No! Athena! Poseidon! Please stop this madness!" The goddess turned to them for help finding an unemployed Yon as or almost more affected than her mother. Jin, on the other hand, had decided not to intervene, as something happened between father and son.

"From today until the end of time I take away your condition ..." the god closed his lips again, not wanting to finish the sentence. Within his chest he still harbored a small speck of hope that cried out that his son would regret his decision, that he would get up and that a few days later the matter would be more than forgotten. But unluckily for the god, Jungkook, had inherited that stubborn part of his family branch by keeping his knee firmly against the ground. "From god."

"Zeus not for God's sake!" Cried Hera, totally overwhelmed. Divine light welled up from Jungkook's body to fade shortly thereafter revealing dark skin whose only difference was that it was no longer impenetrable. Jungkook felt his body try to fail forward because of the weakness that amazed him all at once. He felt as if his structure was not as strong, as if his muscles had begun not to help him up.

"You will be provided with a cloud to bring you down to earth," Zeus commented through a harsh tone that only hid how bad he felt at the time. He had an anguish that bent him forward. Jungkook didn't even look at him before heading out the doors. Hera sobbed so loudly that Zeus closed his eyes as the goddess's footsteps began to sound as he followed Jungkook out.

"Jungkook!" No! Please, no… ”The screams had gone from torn to hoarse as a result of the tears that had begun to cloud her vision. She begged him to stop her walking but he ignored her for the good of both of them. Finally, as a last resort he ended up collapsing to the ground on his knees and grabbing one of Jungkook's legs. When she felt her mother's cold fingers counteract with her warm skin, she had a devastating shiver.

"Mother, get up," he demanded annoyed, lifting his mother from the ground quite embarrassed. The goddess desperately denied before trying to get hooked again. Jungkook shook her shoulders to wake her up. "It was my decision." His roar left her paralyzed, still, shattered as she watched her son climb onto a cloud. Jungkook stared at the floor of the mortal world making him swallow by pure inertia. The empty knot that settled in her stomach made it difficult for her to breathe an increase in dimension when she directed one last glance at Hera. "Goodbye, mother."

"Jungkook!" Jungkook! ”The goddess screamed, kicking the ground in a fury but it was too late. The cloud had moved far enough away that she couldn't touch it. Plunged into a deep pain that would be forever etched in her soul, I ignore everything around her. Not seeing when one of his children approached.

“What's wrong?” Taehyung's sweet voice shakes her violently causing her to raise her head in despair.

"Where's Lina?" Asked the needy goddess.

"In the mansion but what ...

"There is no time for explanations. Your father has committed an unforgivable injustice ...

The goddess quickly rose from the ground and began to run towards what until that day had been the home of her now banished son.

“Lina!” Hera's desperate screams bounced off every corner creating a heartbreaking atmosphere. Lina, who until then had remained on the balcony admiring the sweet view of the clear sky, had been scared to hear that someone urgently needed her.

“What's wrong Hera?” She asked disoriented when she saw Hera with tears in her eyes and a confused Taehyung behind.

"Do you love my son?"

"What?" She replied, lost in the abruptness of her tone. He managed to perceive true urgency in his face, leaving her even more out of place. Then, noticing Taehyung's sad appearance, his chest managed to alter in such a way that he began to fear the worst. “Has something happened to Jungkook?” Despite the stability of his voice, it could be judged how his extended expressions reflected the clear concern. After the silence of both, Lina was shaken by a feeling of madness. "What happened? Speak!"

"Zeus has taken away his god status," said Taehyung, who had listened to the quick story his mother had told him before breaking into the mansion. Hera covered her face to silence the tired sobs from so much trembling. Lina heard her heart stop at that very moment.

"Why?" Overwhelmed by the new devastating news, her breathing increased leaving her dizzy for a couple of minutes.

"Because Jungkook believes that the deal has been broken," Hera muttered under his breath, immediately taking Lina's gaze that until then had remained in Taehyung since he spoke.

"What deal?"

"At the beginning of winter, he and Zeus reached an agreement if you did not fall in love with him before the summer solstice would come, he would give up his life," Taehyung explained in great detail with all the regret of his soul. Hera nodded corroborating the facts as she approached Lina.

"Now I need you to tell me if everything that has happened has been the result of deceptive confusion."

"I have to speak to Zeus," Lina said hurriedly. Hera saw that gesture as the light that still shone within hope.

After breaking into the meeting room with the name of Zeus, being violently acclaimed by the mortal, the god did not take long to make himself present. When he saw her attacked with his wife and son, he rolled his eyes. She wanted to regret her son's farewell in solitude. What she needed least now was that her sensitive state was a dispute with a mortal.

"I see you've already been told the story."

"You made a mistake with Jungkook." If what he really wanted was to take revenge on me, he should have done it directly with me, ”she demanded, letting herself be carried away by the stress of the situation. Zeus furrowed his eyebrows offended by his tone so altered that it hit his headache hard.

"Who are you tasteless mortal who dares tell the god of gods what to do?"

"I am the mortal who loves her son." I finally confess the greatest secret kept within her warm heart. The hall of gods was filled with shocked screams being a few, those of Hera, Taehyung and Yon the only ones who showed a pleased grimace.

"I don't believe you," Zeus roared in response. He turned his back on her, unable to keep his gaze so cold that the mortal stared at him in fury.

"It's the truth." But she roared louder from the depths of her being.

"I am old and wise you will be used to deceiving your kind but you will not entangle me." Zeus's voice sounded firm, quite hard even though inside he had not been able to prevent his heart from jumping briefly.

"It is no wrong."

“Have you forced her to come?” The god abruptly turned to Hera to rebuke her passionate behavior. Although, in reality, what was correcting him had been the fact that he had gone to beg for help from a mortal, and especially the mortal who had caused Jungkook's departure.

"I came on my own." When Lina spoke bravely Zeus's eyes locked on her again.

"You're late anyway, the evil is already done." Although he was dying of pain, he was not entirely uncertain. I just wanted to see how that conversation played out.

"You are Zeus, let me doubt it." Lina assured with a laugh almost as sarcastic as her smile. "If the problem was my stay, it can be solved by sending me back to earth." But Jungkook does not have to pay for this and you do not have the right for gods' sake to take away his power.

"Would you be willing to go back to your house and forget all this?" Zeus repeated, keeping his composure, being quite difficult to suppress the surprise that had come over him when he heard her so sure.

"I would be." The courageous gleam in his eyes gave Zeus the last confirmation he needed.

"This is my deal, I will return Jungkook's powers on the only condition that you leave Olympus forever."

"I accept it."

Zeus, as with Jungkook stopped for a few seconds so that Lina will show her true nature. But seeing that the woman didn't utter a single word and then her chin was slightly raised, I just nodded. I raise my right hand and snap my fingers.

Lina, dead inside, looked at Hera for a few seconds before looking at Zeus and turning to leave. Unlike Jungkook, this time, Hera did manage to stop Lina. Taking him by the hands to give him a squeeze that simulated true gratitude. Lina opted to give him a longing smile before redirecting her way out.

The loud slamming of the gates was entirely outrageous.

"I admit that I have been surprised by your courage and I must say that my son will be stupid but also very lucky."

Lina frowned, turning her eyes from the closed doors to the god who had approached and activated a much softer smile.

"Thank you, Zeus," she said. He nodded to show her respect.

"Call me father," the god answered back. Unlike his previous tone this time he had used a more peaceful one. Lina opened her eyes when I decipher the meaning of her words. "As far as exile is concerned, I think it would be quite a petty action to separate two souls who love each other." I hope you make my son happy and when he returns from the war ...

“What war?” Lina suddenly stopped at the god, frowning hard.

"Didn't Jungkook tell you?" Wow, I don't want to sin with my long tongue but ... Apparently a novice prince has threatened your father's kingdom, Jungkook must be helping with his troops right now. Although from that hours ago I suppose he will be back ...

Lina runs towards the doors to open them desperately on her way to the mansion with her heart in her hand. Everything begins to make sense. Jungkook's mysterious meetings with a group of humans. The golden armor that I had never seen him wear polished and put on at first standing out among all as if he would soon wear it. His father's nerves as he looked at the sword carefully placed in the case of his armor. The soldier's hustle. Everything had been in front of her these weeks and yet he had focused so much on her that she had gone blind. Perhaps it was concern that manipulated her feet to make them move faster. The only thing he knew faithfully was that when he opened the doors of the mansion and saw his broad back, he put his hands to his mouth.

As expected the startle of the doors hitting the wall surprised Jungkook turning disoriented until a much smaller body and much softer hands surrounded his neck, it was at that moment when he could say that he had come home.

“Lina?” Jungkook's voice came out concerned, low at the closeness of their bodies. God's arms delicately held her waist to hold her in place. Lina, tiptoeing to reach his neck, contracted her face from the hollow of the shoulder to look at him. Jungkook was overworked when he saw how her beautiful green eyes were drowned in tears. He brought his thumbs to her cheeks to clean them, making the girl emit a small sob.

"Why did you do it?" She said, exhaling a hoarse sigh that penetrated the depths of her being. Jungkook relaxed his features in surprise when he understood her sadness. However, she did not imitate his melancholic smile, on the contrary, at that moment the corners of Jungkook rose forming a small but so emotional smile "You ..." but I ended up being controlled by a small spasm from crying. "You no longer had your powers. You were no longer a god. Why did you fight knowing that you could die?"

"Mortal or god. Life or death. What difference does it make? I would give everything I have and don't have so that smile never disappears." There were no more accurate words to explain the whole swirl of feelings that roar in his chest. Jungkook kept his hands firmly pressed to his cheeks as he saw the sweetest look ever produced as his sad and desolate aura changed to one with an air full of hope and love. I hear her heart beat a thousand times an hour, observing every beautiful detail of her face, trying to decipher the look her sweet eyes showed. "Lina, I ..."

But his lips were quicker in that battle to speak. Taking him by surprise the girl pounced with enthusiasm towards those soft bellies. He managed to feel a chill from head to toe when he finally fulfilled his most desired wishes. When she felt Jungkook's lips not quite begin to move, she stopped, looking away, terrified that she had been seized by his impulses and not thought that maybe he had been too hasty. Opening the eyes he had closed when his lips collided with hers, he found dilated irises that had taken the form of black spheres. Lina couldn't help her mouth from looking slightly open when his wild gaze cursed her. With highly rapid breathing falling in hot waves on her lip, drying her sweetly. The blood drained from his face completely as Jungkook pressed his neck forward to stamp his lips with hers in a lustful kiss.

She immediately opened her mouth letting her tongue enter anxiously. Soon, the hands squeezing her shoulders had grown into small fists in her hair, causing strands to escape from her hands. Jungkook's palms marched his way down the curve of his butt to settle at the start of his thighs. He lifted one of them to stick it to his leg while lifting it minimally towards one of the columns. Her back curved forward being cornered by his firm chest. The palm that encircled her thigh with her hip had begun to lift the fabric of her long dress uncovering her sweet leg. It didn't take long for his hot fingers to go through the gap, working ardently toward her bottom to knead it. Her broad knee clenching at her sweet spot as her other hand slipped to one of her shoulders to eagerly pull the fabric down. The fabric cracked but none cared. Jungkook peeled his lips away in a wet snap to start giving wet kisses across his jaw. His hands clenched into fists as his knee finally sat on the wall. Fascinated by his ease at holding her, he groaned heatedly as the moisture from her crotch began to trickle down the edges of her panties rather than stained.

“Tell me what you want, baby?” With her lips slipping vilely over his pulse, she was terribly intimidated when an almost shallow kiss caressed the junction of her neck. He lifted his leg, driving the tip of her knee into her swollen clit making a needy moan come urgently from his lips.

"I want you ..." I whisper in an agitated howl when I hear the fabric of her skirt tear up to above her navel. Jungkook made a curious sound with his mouth as he slid the hand that had been on his behind into the panties. The nails immediately grasped the biceps of that arm urgently, causing a smile to form on his skin.

"You have to be more specific, there are many things I can do to you right now ..." he commented with an air of comfort as he let his skillful fingers touch the porcelain skin of her vagina. Unconsciously, Lina spread her legs wider to let him pass but Jungkook didn't move, just squeezed so he would notice where he was. With a kiss on her cheek she buried her mouth in his ear to whisper hotly. "I can urge you with my fingers or I can also eat your little kitten until you scream my name, since you would love it and fuck me too. But ... Do you know what I want to do? I want to spread your legs and fuck you against the wall while you cry because your little pussy will not be able to bear the size of my big cock. "

"Yes, yes ..." I whimpered in response to the harsh words that savagely hit her ear. His nails dug deeper into her forearm, making a deafening growl erupt from the back of her throat. Her body came to be supported only by her knee as she brought her hand to his neck to propel her into a quick kiss, full of tongue and despair. As they parted, Lina swore that if Jungkook kept smiling like this, he would end up in an orgasm as soon as he started. I bring her thumb to her bottom lip to drag it down and squeeze it with lust. His pupils black as he reveled in the swelling and redness of it.

"I've never fucked a virgin before, I promise I'll take care of you," he murmured in a conciliatory tone, his hand on her chin, tilting her head in a sweet smile. Lina nodded slowly in response. His lip bounced when he released it. Jungkook bowed his head and caught her lips again, this time, with a tremendously sensual slow kiss. Palms firmly on her thighs, I lift her up quickly to take her to the bed to lay her down. Lina closed her eyes as she moaned in shock when Jungkook's hands tore at the little attached fabric of her dress leaving him naked. we are going to spend tonight ... "I announce dry with eyes wandering around every curve, every piece of bare skin. His huge palm began a shallow journey along his body, stopping just at the convergence point of his legs. His thumb delicately rubbed her red clit as her lopsided smile came out again. Lina tilted her head back when she heard his deep voice full of lust again. "Are you going to let me taste your virgin pussy, baby?"

"Jungkook ..." she complained, she felt a not soft bite on her inner thigh. Jungkook laughed pleasedly giving another in response to the other thigh leaving a red mark that would later be impregnated with purple. Everything reached its peak when he felt his flat tongue pass superficially across his lips. The girl's hand ran to tighten her locks in excitement prompting Jungkook to repeat the smiling gesture. With her hands resting on the inside of her thighs, she spread her legs wider to improve access. He ran his tongue again, but this time he was parting his lips with his fingers to savor her dripping hole. Lina swore to die of a spasm when she noticed how his mouth absorbed all her essence, moaning satisfied soon after. The finger that had been dancing around her clit had been slammed into her hole, earning Lina a loud scream. The sensation was not entirely painful, it was just a small annoying intrusion that was gradually pushed aside by the anxious tongue that caressed the crack. When her moans began to stabilize Jungkook stuck out his thumb and inserted two fingers. Lina groaned loudly at the pressure pulling at her roots. Jungkook kissed her clit to reassure her. The fingers took a while to start his movement, giving him the necessary time to get used to it, soon he began to ask for more between moans, despair, spread his legs more ... Until she was blessed by a third finger. The pressure was still there, yet it wasn't as bad as she'd imagined the pleasure overshadowing everything else. Soon after, a rather overwhelming balloon began to accumulate in her lower abdomen. She did not know that she was just aware that she urgently needed to free herself. Jungkook felt the need for her moans increasing the movement of his tongue over her clitoris followed by the sticking out of his fingers. "God, god ... Jung-koook!" God!

"Come on, you dirty little run for me."

His words were all it took to explode a loud scream of pleasure. A strong cramp ran through her body from head to toe leaving her paralyzed. Her stomach rising and falling from exhaustion. His mouth parted as he breathed out heavy air. His eyes half closed with the feeling of calm that had clouded his vision. Jungkook took advantage of that moment to remove each part of the armor. The quick movement made Lina look forward agitated. I gulp at the heavenly image. Her tanned skin filled with muscles taut from the pressure. Her wonderful pecs with pink nipples that evoked madness. He followed a downward path down his sprawling arm until he was breathless when he saw what his hand was drowning. Long, thick and big his cock was beautiful, worthy of a god. The tone of its exquisite skin but with the red tip with precum accumulated at its tip. He reached out to touch her but his exhaustion was such that he could only slide the tips of his fingers across his chiseled abs.

She groaned disoriented when she felt the weight of her body crush his. I bring my palms to his broad back, delighting in the softness of his skin. A wet kiss on her neck to distract her from what's truly important. The tip of his cock ran through her folds to lubricate her previous orgasm. The feeling, far from being rough, seemed soft, a little cold but pleasant. His hands hooked to her waist to place her under his heavy body. Lina, her eyes half-open focused on the magenta light of sunset, smiled briefly until excruciating pain began to settle inside her. He closed his eyes tightly. Gimio hurt with her nails digging accordingly and her legs closing against his waist. Jungkook reassured her with small murmurs in her ear until the pain became secondary after a while. The pressure of the nails left her strength, the complaint in her voice stopped being heard.

"You can move ..." she announced in a weak but sure voice. Jungkook stroked her thighs reassuringly before moving her hips. Jungkook growled pleased with the pleasure, covering Lina's small moan. Jungkook moved again, tearing a louder moan from her. Finally, taking enough courage, she turned her head and collided with her nose. He groaned again with his mouth open as he felt her deep thrust. She brought her legs up and gently squeezed his back, bringing a smile from him as he noticed her recent emotion.

"So tight ... fucking tight ... oh fuck." He growled in satisfaction at her moans. I attack his mouth with emphasis a brief moment before moving away from his lips and lunging a little harder. Lina squeezed her back, throwing her head back, exposing her neck for Jungkook to kiss the point of her pulse.

"Faster ..." he yelled when his hips were thrown forward along with his. Her movement was so deep, so fast, so sensual. I had never felt so much pleasure. He felt that his throat would ache tomorrow but he couldn't help but scream every time Jungkook hit his hips enthusiastically.

"That's ..." he roared loudly in his mouth as his nose wrinkled and his forehead sweated from the heat. Lina moaned, roared, cried whatever sound she was going to expel through her mouth had stopped being controlled. "What a good fuck it is taking my cock so well." He reached up to squeeze her tit hard while he fucked her harder. Lina moaned as her tongue went to wet her erect nipple. A hard impulse caused both of them to moan with pleasure and they looked at each other with an ecstatic smile. Jungkook kissed her lips like an animal before separating and colliding their foreheads. He put a finger into her mouth on the spur of the moment, the same one he inserted into her vagina earlier, allowing her to savor her own scent. Afterward, he began to massage her burning clit with force. "I want you to wet my cock again before I come, understand?"

Lina nodded agitatedly closing her eyes and moaning her head back. Jungkook growled in disapproval, violently grabbing his neck to force him to look at him.

“Use your fucking mouth!” He roared loudly, ramming him too enthusiastically. Tomorrow she probably couldn't walk but she didn't mind moaning louder and spreading her legs wider. "If that?"

“Yes, Jungkook!” She replied in a sharp cry, overwhelmed by the tension building up again. Jungkook's finger began to rub harder, soon bringing her to a much more devastating orgasm. He called out her name one last time before dipping his cock in her scent. Jungkook dropped to his knees. He placed his palms on her hips, not letting her rest as he let her head drop with pleasure. Lina moaned in pain from over excitement but did not stop. She let him continue to lash out at her as hard as he wanted using her to reach her orgasm. Two more deep thrusts and Jungkook ran to get his cock out of her. I jerk her violently against her stomach until jets of sperm finally came out wetting her entire belly. Jungkook slumped forward, letting himself be carried away by exhaustion. Lina hugged him, ignoring the sticky moisture from her stomach. Afterward, Jungkook came out of the trance by lying on one side. He caught her by the waist to place her on top of him with his leg above her pelvis.

"You know what?" She commented enthusiastically, sending him a bright look. Jungkook lovingly inhaled her hair before pressing her small body against his.

"Than?"

"I love you too," she murmured in a low tone as if she was reciting a secret that she just wanted Jungkook to hear. He raised his eyebrows playfully making her laugh.

"You know what?" Jungkook asked, pursing his lips as he groaned thoughtfully.

“What?” Lina's laughter made him want to live.

"You smell like semen, baby."

“Jungkook!” She yelled shocked as she raised her hand to hit her stomach. The god laughed at Lina's red cheeks, not being able to hold her very tight.

"Oh, yes, yes, come here."

[lorirwritesfanfic]

New Traditions

Author's note: Yes, I’m still having Christmas in January and I’m dedicating this piece to my dear friend @missameliep​ because she made a wonderful moodboard for me and I had to reciprocate the lovely gesture. Almost a month late, I know. My muse wasn’t helping 😓 [Leading characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios and original characters are creations of the author] 

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne) Rating: T Word count: 3196 Summary: Surprises await Daphne on her first Christmas with Hamid   Based on the music prompt: I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Locked inside the master suite, Hamid and Daphne barely noticed when the waning moon rose in the horizon, embellishing the dark clouded sky. Between Christmas movies and snacks, time flew by as the couple shared stories of their childhoods and common interests.

"I can't believe your sister got you in trouble and all electronic devices at your parents' house were monitored because of butterfly peas centerpieces." The lady guffawed.

"In my defence, I was fourteen and Nesrim lied so much back then it was almost pathological. I had to see if butterfly peas did look like what she said. And may I add, that was the first and last time she tricked me," he pointed out. "But my mother still monitors all electronic devices through Wi-Fi."

"Really?"

"There's a reason why I used to pay for my own internet service when I lived with them."

"How sneaky..."

"I wasn't as sneaky as I hoped to be. Sevim found out, so I had to let her use it too. After I left home, I still paid for a while until anne¹ figured it out."

"Ooh... Was Sevim in trouble too when she got busted?"

"No. Anne blamed me for giving her a bad example actually. But Sevim managed to convince her from lecturing me while I was preparing myself for the MBA interview at Cornell."

"Whoa... Why does it feel like persuasion just runs in your family like an inherited trait?"

He cackled. "Coming from a family that has a secular tradition of raising politicians, lawyers, and diplomats, I can say this is a skill we learn to survive. Otherwise, relatives will push you to do all sorts of odd activities and you won't even know it."

"Geez... And I thought my family was intense."

"From what I heard about your stepmother and grandmother, I'd say your family is a different kind of intense."

"Agreed." She nodded. "Now tell me about your winter holiday traditions. I know you like New Year's Eve."

"Um..." He reached for his mobile, quickly looked at it briefly and put it back in his pocket. "Alright, I think we still have time for one more story."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, right..."

"I'm sorry, are you doubting what I just said?" He feigned shock.

"I can see right through you, mate." She gesticulated with her hand, pointing her index and middle fingers towards her eyes and his. "Tell me what you're up to."

"You'll know everything in due time." He smiled secretly.

"No no. Spill it out right now."

"Patience, little angel..." He taunted. "Besides, I still haven't told you my New Year's traditions."

"Fine..." She pursed her lips. "Nice save, by the way."

"Thank you."

Hamid winked, only to earn a playful shove in response. Once they stopped teasing each other, he began to speak.

"New Year's Eve celebrations are a big deal to almost every Turkish citizen. My mother usually hosts a huge party for friends, family, work colleagues at home or at my uncle's hotel. Lots of boring people of course, but food and beverages are superb. Plus, we have a few traditions of our own."

"Like what?"

"Like putting a generous amount of salt on the doorstep to bring peace and prosperity."

"When you say ‘a generous amount of salt’ you mean Supernatural style of spreading salt to protect the house from evil spirits?"

"Something like that... It also is applied to pomegranate kernels. We smash them and spread on the doorstep to bring luck."

"Oooh... What else?"

"We also try to do good deeds. It helps to bring good fortune for the one who gives and for the one who receives."

"That's really nice."

"I think so too. There’s also a superstition of wearing red undergarments and giving them as gifts."

"Whaaaat?" She smiled slyly.

"Get your mind out of the gutter. It's supposed to bring luck." He nudged her playfully. "And we go for a walk after midnight to ensure safe travels. I always follow that one."

"I like those superstitions. But let's be honest, you don't expect me to believe you go back to stay all night with your family, do you?"

"Guilty as charged. I usually stay for two hours at my family's party and go out with my friends."

"I knew it. You're so the type of guy who gets several invitations to spend the first night of a new year in fancy hotel parties and nightclubs."

"I cannot confirm nor deny that information," he smirked. "But I always come back around two and three in the morning to take Sevim to eat."

"Why?"

"On the following day of the first year I went out to celebrate New Year's with friends, my father told me how upset my sisters were that I wasn't there with them. So, the next year I decided to go back home, pick them up and take them anywhere they wanted, which is usually to eat and walk by the shore. Nesrim and Malak are adults now and they go out as well, but the four of us always meet at the place Sevim chooses to have late-night snacks and spend time together."

"Hamidciğim, this is adorable!"

He smiled softly then looked down at his injured ankle protected by a CAM boot. "I think this year I'm going to break my own tradition though."

"You're not breaking it on purpose." She squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"You're right," Hamid replied to the gesture by lifting their hands to his lips and kissing the back of hers.

"Hey! Maybe they could take you out this year."

"Hmm... That's an interesting idea. I'll talk to them about that. I'll even do my version of Sevim's 2012 look if they agree."

"Sure! Wait... what?" A broad smile spread on her lips. "I don't know what this is about, but tell me you have pictures."

"I do actually." He reached for his mobile once again and tapped the screen a few times before handing her the device. "Here you go."

"Aww... That is so cute!" She beamed gazing at the picture of Sevim wearing a Powerpuff Girls pyjamas and sleeping with her head resting on Hamid's lap. “I need the context of this photo. Stat.”

"Sevim had an allergic reaction earlier that day and spent most of the time in her room. When I returned to cheer her up, she was still under the effects of the medication and didn't want to change."

"So you took her out to eat even though she was on her PJs."

"Why wouldn't I? She looked as lovely as ever."

"Fair point. But I have one question."

"Fire away."

"Does she know you have a picture of her in her cutesy little kid jammies that she used to wear when she was eleven on your mobile?"

"No. And you, as my girlfriend, therefore loyal to me, won't say a word about this to anyone." He gave her a knowing look.

"She really is your favourite, isn't she?"

He squinted his eyes, pretending to scold her. "No comment."

The lady doubled over.

Checking his phone once again, he placed it on the nightstand and sat up. "I believe we have spent long enough here. Let's head outside and have supper."

"Okay," she replied, getting out of the bed and helping him to stand up and leave.

As they walked into the lounge, she stopped in her tracks. The entire flat was decorated with string lights and garlands and a large Christmas tree was placed in a corner near a black piano.

"When did this happen?" Daphne looked at her boyfriend then at the place covered with Christmas decorations.

"When we were inside the bedroom. I know it's tradition for the house owners to decorate the tree, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I couldn't do it by myself."

"It makes sense. You can't stand on your feet for too long." She glanced at the corner where the tree and piano were placed and looked back at him. "How come I didn't hear people walking around to decorate and carrying a piano?"

"Oh, you're so easy to be distracted, aşkım." A mischievous grin spread on his lips.

“They were here when we—” Her mouth fell open. “Are you serious?! Oh my god, what if anyone heard me?" Her cheeks flushed crimson whilst she buried her face on his chest.

“How is it my fault?” He taunted.

Glaring at him, she elbowed his ribs.

He simply laughed then leaned in to whisper. "Don’t worry about the opinion of people you don't even know and most likely will never meet. Just tell me if you liked the surprise."

She looked up at him, still trying to seem mad, failing to hide a smile. "I do. It’s lovely."

"That's all I needed to hear.” He kissed the top of her head. “Now let's eat. Most of the dishes are best served while they're still hot."

"What are we having?" She asked as they walked to the dining table.

"You'll see."

Once they sat down, a waiter stood beside them holding a tray with two dishes and two cocktail mixers. "Good evening, Hamid bey. Lady Daphne," she bowed. "Your three-course meal will start with Cilbir and Sumakli Coban Salata as requested. To drink, the chef recommends the viscountess's favourite drink."

Caught off guard, Daphne watched the waiter pour strawberry daiquiri into a cocktail glass for her and then a mocktail for Hamid. "Thank you."

"Of course, ma'am. The main course will be ready in fifteen minutes. Enjoy your meal."

The two of them thanked the waiter, who quickly disappeared into the kitchen.

"I can't believe you remembered!" She exclaimed, taking the drink to her lips and humming in delight. "And oh, lord! It's so perfect!"

"It hasn't been that long ago when you mention your favorite drink. It just upsets me that I can’t have the same." He commented as he took a sip of his mocktail.

“We’ll have a date just to drink dairiquis when you stop taking antibiotics.”

“It’s a date then. Try the entree."

Grabbing a spoon, she added the cucumber salad to the poached eggs with yogurt then lifted a spoonful to her lips. "This is delicious!"

"I was hoping you'd like it. It's my favourite breakfast dish. Baban² likes to prepare it in the summer and we have it with toast and chai. But it also can be a great appetizer."

"That sounds amazing. Does Murat bey³ cook often?"

"When he has time, yes. Once he visited me when I was in Cambridge and prepared manti enough for twelve people. But I had no complaints about it. Baban has excellent culinary skills. Yusuf was happier than I was, though."

"Oh, is that the Turkish dumplings he mentioned once?"

"Yes. He loves it."

"Hmm... Interesting..."

"Is it?"

"Oh, yeah. I know someone who will find this information very useful."

He chuckled.

She took another spoonful and closed her eyes savouring the different textures and flavours as they mixed together in her mouth. "Ugh, why is this so good? And with the cucumber salad, it just gets better at each bite. I'll be forever disappointed whenever I have poached eggs at home because they'll never taste like this."

"I can cook for you whenever you crave cilbir in Ithaca."

"Hold up a second." She placed her glass back on the table and stared at him. "Are you telling me you know how to prepare this dish?"

"I know how to prepare many dishes. This one is actually pretty easy and it takes about a half-hour to be ready."

"Wow..."

"This is no secret. I told you I learned how to cook during my first years of uni."

"But I didn't know you could prepare posh food."

"Not all of us have the luxury of having a roommate who knows how to cook and bake almost every single homemade recipe since they were seven." He implied, drinking the last of the mocktail.

"Normally I'd be a little offended by your insinuation, but yeah. In that department, I won in the best friend and roommates lotteries," she bragged.

The couple laughed and finished their dishes by the time the waiter returned with more drinks and the main course. As she removed the food cover, her eyes sparkled with joy as she stared at the bowl of her comfort food.

"You're too quiet... Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, it's just—" She trailed off and looked at the bowl once again. "The last time I had a nice bowl of chow mein like this was with mum."

"Well, I'll be happy to have as many bowls of chow mein with you in the future." He reached for her hand.

“I’d like that..” Her lips curled in a warm smile. Once she picked up her chopsticks and lifted some of the meal to her mouth, her eyes welled up.

"Are you okay, aşkım?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yes..." She brushed away a tear. "It tastes just like mum's."

"I guess the chef will earn a larger tip tonight."

Daphne nodded in silence then stood up and took a seat on Hamid's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "Thank you so much for this."

"You're very welcome, my little angel." He whispered, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his. His arms encircled around her protectively as he deepened the kiss for a moment, but then he pulled away. "I'm afraid we'll have cold fried noodles and chicken if you stay here."

"You're right. Sorry..."

"Don't be. I'm only letting you get back to your seat because chef Özlem and her waiter are still here."

She giggled and pecked his lips once more before she returned to her seat.

As they dug into their bowls, Hamid looked at his girlfriend intently. "I wish I could have met Mrs. Wang. Do you think your mother would have liked me?"

"Yes. Mum was great with everybody. I think she would have invited you to have dinner with us a few times by now."

"Would I ever have witnessed the mother and daughter duet you mentioned earlier today?"

"Maybe..." She averted her gaze, lips curling up in a soft smile as she pictured the scenario in her head. "I'd try to get out of it, but you and mum would probably have convinced me. But I wouldn't look at you because you're too good at distracting me."

He grinned proudly and nodded.

She pursed her lips in an attempt to hide a smile. "But yes, I think you would have."

"I'm sure it would have been lovely."

"It certainly would."

A few minutes after they finished the main course, the waiter arrived with the dessert.

"I love Eton Mess!" She studied the dessert bowl beaming.

"I know. Lord Vincent told me."

"What?" Her eyes widened. "When?"

"One day when I was working with him at the Parliament in London. We started very early and by the time we could go out to lunch, we were starving. So we had a three-course meal at his favourite restaurant. He suggested the dessert and told me about the day his daughter helped him to prepare it."

"He did?"

"Yes. He mentioned her lack of ability to cook, but the way he said it sounded so endearing that it made me curious to meet this lady with awful culinary skills, but attentive to details and creative even when she's clueless."

"I didn't know that..." She trailed off, looking at the dessert. "Our cook was really ill and we had to prepare a dish that day. Everyone knows I can’t cook, he asked for my help anyway. It was the first time I felt close to him. He doesn't cook often, but we prepare salad together, sometimes tea. And late snacks, obviously."

"This is what I love about food. It always brings people together."

"Is that why you constantly attend breakfast, lunch and dinner meetings?"

"Among other reasons."

"Such as?"

"Trying new dishes and of course enduring dull and pointless discussions without losing my patience because good food makes everything better."

She cackled. "Smart."

The conversation flew easily as the two of them finished dessert and Hamid excused himself to talk with the chef. 

By herself, Daphne walked towards the lounge. Her eyes analyzed the details of decoration, the colors, the lights. She stopped near the tree to look at it, but her hand idly ran along the piano. After some time hesitating, she sat on the bench placed in front of the instrument. Her fingers slowly moved between the keys until the soothing harmony of a Christmas carol spread in the room. After searching for a sheet music on her mobile, she placed it before her and continued to play. Lost into her own thoughts, it took her a moment to realise she was no longer alone.

"I don't know if I can believe you when you say you're not so sneaky," she said, looking at the sheet music on her mobile screen.

"Well, I don't know if I should believe you either about your piano skills." He answered with a cheeky smile as he sat next to her. "Which one is this?"

"Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/Gloria. Lady Grandmother likes this one on Mariah Carey's version."

"Your grandmother likes Mariah Carey?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Just the Christmas albums."

He chuckled then stayed in silence waiting for her to finish the Christmas carol. When the song came to an end, his arm encircled her waist. "Can I make a request?"

"Yes."

"Can you play and sing your favourite Christmas song?"

She was about to protest when he faked pouted. Shaking her head and grinning, she agreed. "Okay..."

He shifted on the seat to her space to sing and waited. Then, without searching for sheet music, she closed her eyes as her hands pressed the keys and fingers glided over them in an adagio jazz rhythm.

Hamid gazed at her singing with her eyes closed, watching her previous straight posture slouch a little, her shoulders relax, her mezzo-soprano voice grow a little more emotional as she reached a few notes. Once her eyes fluttered open as the song ended, he brushed her hair to one side and kissed her shoulder. "You are a liar."

Daphne pressed her lips together to stifle a laugh.

"That was beautiful."

"Thank you. Not just for the compliments. For tonight. For everything."

"I'll do anything for the pleasure of seeing you smile."

"Does it mean you'd celebrate Christmas with me again?"

"As many times you want, aşkım." He leaned in and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

Whilst his tongue parted her lips, she straddled him. Fingers digging into his hair as his hands tugged on the back of her jumper. Her hips moved back and forth as his kisses roamed down her neck.

"Daphne?" He breathed against her skin.

"Mmm?"

"Is it bedtime already?"

"Yes..." She purred, standing up and taking his hand to help him up. "Are you ready to start another tradition with me?"

"Always." He smirked, draping an arm around her as they returned to the master suite.

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¹ Mother

² Dad

³ Mister

[choicesficwriterscreations]

May 17-23

Blades of Light And Shadow

Bonds Of Sea And Fire (Part 1) Tyril Starfury x F!Elf MC - @missameliep ​

It Feels Like Home Nia Ellarious x F!Elf MC - @melodyofgraves ​

Wanted Mal Volari x MC - @storyofmychoices ​

Bloodbound

The Natural Way Kamilah Sayeed x MC - @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens ​

Desire & Decorum

Painful Nature Ernest Sinclaire x MC - @noesapphic ​

The Cursed Heiress series (Supernatural AU) - @noesapphic ​

An Heiress' Price 

Second Chances series (Modern AU) Prince Hamid x MC - @missameliep ​​

The Proposal (Part 2) 

Nightbound

Bound By Circumstance series Nik Ryder x M!MC - @clansayeed ​

What Fools These Mortals Be

The Show Must Go On

Let Me Do You This Kindness

Open Heart

A Chemical Reaction Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @storyofmychoices​

Crashing Down Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @openheart12​

Necessary Assurance Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @ethansramseysrookiexox​

Will You? Bryce Lahela x F!MC - @storyofmychoices​

Red Carpet Diaries

The Bogart Diaries #2: Puppy IQ Thomas Hunt x MC - @theartoflovingthomashunt ​

Dream Sweet Dreams Thomas Hunt x MC - @theartoflovingthomashunt ​

Needed Heart To Heart Thomas Hunt x MC - @ethansramseysrookiexox​

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Snow Day At The Palace King Liam Rys x MC - @bebepac​

Fast Forward series King Liam Rys x MC - @bebepac​

The Round Table

[jalicenetwork]

FANFICS MASTERLIST - ALL DAYS - AO3

Find bellow the cut the links and descriptions to all fanfics posted in our Jalice Week Ao3 Collection. If your fic is not listed here, it has not been added to the Ao3 Collection here. Make sure you add your work to the collection and message us, so we can list it below, new works will be added as they come. Find our Tumblr masterlist for the event here.

So Full of Love I Could Barely Eat by SalmonCenter

A fic for Jalice Week day one! Human/Vampire

Language: English Words: 725

Those Hands Pulled Me by SalmonCenter

Another submission for Jalice Week featuring pickpocket Alice!

Language: English Words: 355

Born to Die by tragicallywicked

Two souls never meet by simple accident.

Language: English Words: 1,753

A Little Chunk of Hope by wehavefound

Jasper Whitlock always loved reconnaissance missions. They were quiet, a chance to get away from the newborn armies for a week or so, find some peace. The universe had other plans for what he should find instead.

Language: English Words: 1,486

After Dark by irrelevanttous

Major Jasper Whitlock encounters three mysterious women on the way back to Galveston. One of them - the tiny one with the short hair - claims she's been waiting for him.

Language: English Words: 1,975

King Of My Heart by allicekitty13

Alice Brandon is a runaway scraping by to survive until the day she meets Jasper Whitlock in a cafe.

Language: English Words: 1,909

Honey Just Put Your Sweet Lips On My Lips by beautlilies

Edward loses control. Jasper struggles with the implications.

Language: English Words: 518

A Garden On My Skin by allicekitty13

In a world where every scar produces a floral mark on the body of your soulmate in the same spot Alice Brandon tries to find the one who's caused her body to look like a garden.

Written for Jalice Week Day 2- Soulmates

Language: English Words: 1,789

Time For You by wehavefound

The matching events were always such a boring affair. Hours upon hours of touching thousands of strangers, hoping beyond hope that this would be the one, that your swirls would light up in a glorious blaze of light and you would know beyond of a shadow of a doubt they were your true other half. After years of events, Alice's swirls remains stubbornly black. Could this event be the one?

Language: English Words: 2,819

My Love is Lying Fast Asleep by mtwalker

Alice sees a boy in her dreams. It can't mean more than that, right?

Language: English Words: 1,098

The Hardest Request by irrelevanttous

Canon Gap Filler set during Breaking Dawn.

Somewhere in South America, Alice and Jasper have a difficult conversation about the future and about what will happen if their search for another hybrid is unsuccessful.

Language: English Words: 3,719

If Only by allicekitty13

After the newborn battle in Eclipse Jasper sneaks away to address his feelings alone.

For Jalice Week Day 3: Canon Gapfillers

Language: English Words: 454

Tale of Years: Prequel One-Shots and Outtakes by Jessica314

It's Jalice Week 2020 and the challenge for Day 3 is "canon gapfiller," so this is the perfect time to write a one-shot that several of you have requested...

Language: English Words: 3,767

Be Still My Foolish Heart by mtwalker

Jasper faces a big turning point.

Language: English Words: 363

I Thought I Dreamed Her by tragicallywicked

She didn’t know how to dance, but I taught her how.

Language: English Words: 991

Awful Heart to Song by beautlilies

whatever you lose, your soulmate finds

Language: English Words: 789

Every Thought of It by beautlilies

jasper hovers. alice doesn't mind.

Language: English Words: 523

I Am No Prophet by wehavefound

When Alice flies to Italy, she takes Jasper's heart with her. New moon gapfiller

Language: English Words: 1,445

A Hundred Indecisions by wehavefound

The house was a tragic place these days, made even more despondent by the sight of his love curled unresponsive for days on end. Jasper couldn't stand it. But he cares for Alice's misery more than his own and so he stays by her side as she mourns

Language: English Words: 1,182

Overprotective Fool by LyricalTwilight

The moments before and during the battle in Eclipse, told from Jasper's POV.

Language: English Words: 2,438

Hell is Just a Memory by SalmonCenter

A fic for Jalice Week Day 4 - Domestic bliss!!

Language: English Words: 507

Lazy Tuesday by allicekitty13

Jasper and Alice enjoy a lazy Tuesday afternoon.

Written for Jalice Week Day 4- Domestic Bliss

Language: English Words: 453

The Eyes That Fix You by wehavefound

In all likelihood, this was the last bit of peace they’d know for a while.

Language: English Words: 886

All Your Fire by tragicallywicked

I was told hell was a place where lust and desire pour in every corner, where my darkest wishes come to live. I didn’t give in to that pull, I was happy in paradise until I met you. since then the real hell is anywhere, it’s the torture of being away from you. I have given up my soul for a second more with you.

Language: English Words: 4,328

I am Tired (Let me Sleep) by SalmonCenter

A fic for Jalice Week day 5- Angel/Demon!!! (Rating is for language)

Language: English Words: 218

Going Down With My Wings On Fire by allicekitty13

In heaven and the underworld, there are rules. One of the most strictly enforced is angels and demons are forbidden to become romantically entangled. Alice and Jasper never stood a chance.

Written for Jalice Week Day 5- Angel/Demon

Language: English Words: 2,396

Taste of Desire by irrelevanttous

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

He had not known pain before he met her.

Day 5 of Jaliceweek20, Angel / Demon

Language: English Words: 3,997

Here Beside You and Me by wehavefound

An angel and a demon walk into a bar. They get a drink.

Language: English Words: 1,007

Every Version of Me by beautlilies

the relationship of alice and jasper. what it is and what it isn't.

Language: English Words: 4,815

By Keeping The Divide by beautlilies

jasper does bad things so alice won't have to.

Language: English Words: 395

Sweet Creature by tragicallywicked

Vampires don’t dream or sleep, but Alice will lay on the bed on top of Jasper for hours on end. Her visions of their future together always filling her mind like dreams. He closes his eyes too while his hand runs on her spine, and he can’t see the visions but he can feel the emotions it brings her and that’s like he’s dreaming too.

Language: English Words: 743

Guess I'll See You In Another Life by allicekitty13

Alice has never quite felt like she belonged in her life, frequently dreaming of another life. When she meets a mysterious stranger who seems eerily familiar will she finally get some answers?

For Jalice Week Day 6- Reincarnation

Language: English Words: 4,637

Edge of It All by flowerslut

Jasper never had much control over his life. Why would his death be any different? A human!Jasper x vampire!Alice AU. (First two chapters for Jalice Week 2020)

Language: English Words: 6,552

The Corpse's Bride by flowerslut

When you’re born with a dead soulmate, what more can you do? (For Jalice Week 2020)

Language: English Words: 3,703

Before We Go Backwards by flowerslut

Before departing for the battle in Eclipse, Jasper and Alice take a moment together. The past, the future, and the present: their companions all at once. (For Jalice Week 2020)

Language: English Words: 660

A Thousand Years by tragicallywicked

For a thousand lives she had loved the same man over and over again. Through happiness and loss, until their souls could be together again.

Language: English Words: 3,062

Each to Each by wehavefound

Their love knows only the animal warmth of companionship. Of a soul staring back at the past in suffering and regret until another soul takes them by the hand and leads them into a future brightened by the prospect of together. This is the way it has always been, the way it will always be. This is the dance of souls.

Language: English Words: 4,801

Sweet Home Texas by allicekitty13

When Alice returned to her hometown for her brother's wedding the last thing she expected was that Jasper would have forgotten her completely. When Jasper was driving to his cousins wedding he didn't expect to run into a mysterious girl who knows him, but he doesn't remember her.

With five days before Alice leaves will Jasper be able to figure out who she is and remedy the biggest regret of his life? Turns out there are two sides to every story.

Written for Jalice Week Day 7- YeeHaw

Language: English Words: 6,238

Out of Place by irrelevanttous

Two strangers meet at a bar in a small town in Texas and have a conversation.

Language: English Words: 3,583

Further Than the Grave by mtwalker

While closing the bar, Jasper meets a mysterious woman.

Language: English Words: 1,857

After the Sunsets by wehavefound

In 1923 in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina there are certain standards of decorum a proper young woman is expected to follow. When barefoot Alice turns up on his front porch unattended to inform Jasper that she's expecting to be asked to next month's dance she doesn't follow any of them.

Language: English Words: 2,096

Paper Rings by allicekitty13

Japer and Alice were set to be married in July, but unfortunately, those plans had to be canceled. Alice gets very, very sad, so Jasper has a plan to lift her spirits; no one ever said you couldn't propose twice!

Written For Jalice Week Bonus Day- Quarantine

Language: English Words: 1,395

To Be Alive by flowerslut

A semi-supernatural meet cute. (For Jalice Week 2020)

Language: English Words: 2,436

Another Night by flowerslut

There isn’t much he can do behind his bar. Even with the shotgun he always keeps in arms reach, it never appears to make a difference to the monsters that slink through the shadows, snatching up men and women from their beds as often as they go missing from the streets. It isn’t until a tiny girl appears, telling him that they need to run (away, together, quickly, now) that he realizes a gang of criminals or a pack of wild animals is the least of his worries.

(Jalice Week 2020) + (Whumptober 2020 crossover—No. 5: Failed Escape)

Language: English Words: 5,271

You and I by tragicallywicked

It's been a long time since I came around Been a long time but I'm back in town And this time I'm not leavin' without you.

Language: English Words: 3,764

Time to Turn Back by wehavefound

The house was intolerable these days, the constant storm of fear and despair and desperation was enough to drive him to madness. Never mind that it was like sandpaper on his skin over and over with no blessed escape of sleep to ease the noise and stress and confusion. When Jasper is overwhelmed he seeks refuge in the sanctuary of the forest and when Alice comes to soothe his panic he knows it for an act of love.

Language: English Words: 1,165

Till Death Us Do Part by irrelevanttous

Bonus Day of Jaliceweek 2020: Quarantine

In 1918, Alice Brandon's father hires the son of a local farmer to supply his family with food and the bare necessities while the family is stuck in quarantine.

Language: English Words: 4,664

Ending by SalmonCenter

For the final day of Jalice Week (Bonus Day) Quarantine

Language: English Words: 1,091

Hold On To Each Other by tragicallywicked

Alice and Jasper spend their quarantine together being the lovey-dovey couple that they still are in two thousand and twenty.

Language: English Words: 616

[missameliep]

What if this fanfic was a book? - The Cursed Heiress (Desire and Decorum AU)

The Cursed Heiress by @noesapphic is a Desire and Decorum AU! with a powerful MC named Joanna Mills (though she is known for other names that are revealed in the series as more and more of her secrets come to light), mythological creatures, supernatural elements and crossovers with Choices' books such as Bloodbound and Nightbound. In this series, we follow Joanna while she learns the secrets that will change her entire existence, meet the five people whose destinies are entwined with hers and prepare herself not only for the role of the Earl of Edgewater's heiress but in the upcoming war that can destroy humanity.

If this series was turned into a book, I thought of a few ideas for covers inspired by Joanna's magic powers and the color red.

But I can already envision a special edition with hardcover and The Damned Daughter too.

You can read the A/N and have access to all the chapters of the main series and the series The Damned Daughter, info about the MC and lore, one shots etc

I hope you like it, Noe! ☺️

Tagging a few of you who might like seeing this: @storyofmychoices @princess-geek @lorirwritesfanfic @lilyoffandoms

[missameliep]

There were a few stories I wrote this year that made me really proud (and I was pleased to work on some projects and experience with different styles and themes), and this two were amongst my favorites:

This fic was inspired by an idea I had while reading a post long ago, and it gave me the opportunity to experiment with different forms of narrative, themes... and despite not having the time to complete the miniseries this year, I am proud of this first part.

I, Lady Catherine, heiress of Edgewater, am dead.

I have not died or being killed. Yet, I no longer exist as the woman I was before.

The elegant marble from the tombstone will whisper my name to whoever comes to the small cemetery in the back of Edgewater’s chapel until moss claims the whiteness of the cold stone. The epitaph will remind them of my courage and my existence. Perhaps, many years from now, the name Foredale might be forgotten, and Edgewater might meet its ruination, yet my name and this epitaph will still be here as a memento of the things that passed in this year of 1816.

Death freed me and my freedom allows me to tell you my story.

This fic took me so long to write, but I'm really happy with the outcome. I could add some personal touches, references of Brazilian culture and develop a bit more Elizabeth and Hamid's relationship, and show a vulnerable side of Hamid that matches the development of his character in the series Second Chances. So, it's one of my personal favorites, and a fic I'm also proud.

Hamid followed her closely, observing how she produced a can and a red package from her bag and hopped to the kitchen. The spring on her steps at odds with someone who had such a long day as she did, but the idea of doing something nice for him and taking care of a friend, recharged her. The same rush of energy she used to feel around her mother.

Her arms lifted and her hands dextrously tied her long curly hair in a high bun. When she turned around, Hamid averted his gaze, focusing on the package over the counter.

“Do you always carry these with you?” His question carried both surprise and a pinch of amusement.

“A girl gotta be prepared,” she said washing her hands. “Who knows when we’ll have this kind of emergency?”

He shook his head slowly and smiled to himself.

“I need a pan,” she asked, and he pointed at the lower cabinet at her right. Bending over, she picked the smallest pan and placed it over the counter. “And butter.”

Closing the fridge’s door, Hamid approached the sink and set the round pot of butter next to Elizabeth, while she shuffled through utensils at a drawer.

“Will you teach me how to prepare?”

“Sure, I’ll share my secrets with you,” she said and playfully winked, the kind of silliness she would’ve regretted instantly if it didn’t prompt the corners of his lips to pull up.

Happy New Year, everyone! May 2022 be kind to all of you! 🎆🎇

And thanks again @choicesfandomappreciation for hosting this event 😊❤️

[missameliep]

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Thanks for the ask, sweetie! I tried to find something fun for you 😊

So, here are three sneak peeks from three different WIPs:

1) Like Poetry - Blades of Light and Shadow (Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Nayieli/F!Human)

Nayieli’s hope was enough to save the entire world. And it did. Unstoppable. A force of nature, one could say. The greatest heroine of the Realm. The heroine every bard sang about. The one who inspired epic poems across the lands. But the greatness sang by the tongues of many troubadours had come at a price. A price too high at times.

2) Desire&Decorum&Zombies - Part 2 - Desire and Decorum Supernatural AU

“Mocking the supernatural? I thought Mrs. Daly taught you better than that…” “I mock you, Cathy, not the supernatural.”

3) Absolutely Smitten (Chapter 20 - Second Chances) - Desire and Decorum Modern AU

“It does not seem like Eliza to simply ignore anyone. Are you not mistaking her taking a stand to being intransigent?”

------------------------ WIP Ask game

[missameliep]

Desire&Decorum&Zombies - Part 1

Book: Desire and Decorum - AU Characters: Lady Catherine (MC); Briar Daly; Miss Parsons. Rating: M Warnings: mentions to death (non-descriptive); minor characters’ death. Word count: 3k

Summary: Before her death, Catherine’s mother Mary tells her a secret: her father is alive and is a nobleman living not faraway from the village of Grovershire where she grew up. The beginning of a new chapter in Catherine’s life can also be the last one, when she moves to a manor surrounded by secrets.

Notes: * All characters belong to PixelBerry. * The story takes place in the same universe and time that Desire and Decorum - Book 1, and is inspired by some of its events, but it does not follow the same chronology and there are zombies. So, it’s a little bit different.  * English is not my first language. * This is my very late submission to CFWC Nerd Week - Prompt: Day 4 - Supernatural. Thank you for hosting this event @choicesficwriterscreations​ and again congratulations on the blog’s 1st anniversary!

I, Lady Catherine, heiress of Edgewater, am dead.

I have not died or being killed. Yet, I no longer exist as the woman I was before.

The elegant marble from the tombstone will whisper my name to whoever comes to the small cemetery in the back of Edgewater’s chapel until moss claims the whiteness of the cold stone. The epitaph will remind them of my courage and my existence. Perhaps, many years from now, the name Foredale might be forgotten, and Edgewater might meet its ruination, yet my name and this epitaph will still be here as a memento of the things that passed in this year of 1816.

Death freed me and my freedom allows me to tell you my story.

Why, might you ask, should one tell a story from their own grave? Is death not the end of us all?

That is an absolutely pertinent question.

This tale could have started years ago, perhaps in my childhood. I could have focused on sunny days running with my friend Briar through the meadows at Grovershire and all our shenanigans, instead. I could dwell on the time the sweet voice of my mother, who I miss greatly, filled the nights at the little cottage with music, easing the days of privation and the ache from the extenuating work while we tried to survive each winter.

Nevertheless, dear reader, for reasons yet to be explained, I will tell you the story of the events that led to my death. Bear in mind, that in extremely rare occasions, once one dies, they truly start living.

And without a shadow of doubt, I can avow I am one of those exceptions – a more than fortunate exception.

My arrival at Edgewater estate marks the beginning of this tale.

Death loomed since 1811, and in a spring day in 1816, she claimed my beloved mother at last. Before she expired her last breath, a confession brought from the dead a man I never expected to meet. A promise in one’s death bed cannot be broken, despite the lies that stung one’s heart; therefore, I accepted the arrangements that were made without my knowledge.

A father who was not only alive after all, but was an Earl, living less than a day away from the tiny village where I grew up, would come to my rescue in my hour of need. In a surprising twist of fate, the poor seamstress daughter from Grovershire would exchange the modest cottage at the outskirts of the village for a grand estate.

In spite of my initial fears and mistrust, I packed my scarce earthly possessions: a few clothes, my mother’s winter coat and sewing tools, and the dagger we kept under our mattress.  

Fortunately, I did not walk this path alone. Briar, whose loyalty and kindness I can never repay, no matter how much I try, joined me. Accompanying the trusted servant sent by my father, she held my hand as I started my journey to a new life. To start my own fairy-tale, some would say. Even I believe in that for an instant. The Earl of Edgewater embraced me, called me daughter and I was home. I was given a roof, a new name and a family.

My father and his estate were beyond anything my mind could have ever envisioned. The first, a kind and compassionate man, whose heart had been dilacerated by the recent loss of his son. The pain etched in his face softened with each smile he offered me. My existence alone, before even meeting me, filled him with joy and hope; he told me more than once during our short time together that I was responsible for mending his shattered heart. Regretfully, I never had the chance to tell he did the same to mine.

About the second, I testify the tales did not live up to the grandeur of what laid before my eyes. The magnificence of its façade and the luxurious decoration of each room amazed me. My calloused fingers grazed the plush velvet unrivaled by any of the gowns my mother ever sewn. My wide eyes roamed, taking everything in with unmatched curiosity, while my feet carried me around in my explorations whenever I had the chance.

With the passing days, I quickly stumbled on the locked doors and forbidden rooms, and discovered that, like many other ancient manors in England, Edgewater's walls guarded its very own secrets…

The chambers prepared for me at the second floor were the definition of opulence.

Luxury fabrics covered the walls and hung from the canopy bed. Fillets of gold reflected the lights of the many candles. So many candles! More than we would use an entire year at home, and not the kind that fills your room with suffocating smoke. The flames in the fireplace crackled, casting a radiant golden glow around. Light and warmth contrasting with the cold darkness embracing the entire world outside.

Lux and amenities unfamiliar to two lasses from a modest village like myself and Briar. Like ill-behaved children we ran around, hands touching everything, sniffing recipients of perfume and opening and closing every door and drawer, coming across exquisite treasures, such as gloves made of the finest silk carefully arranged in lines, and magnificent dresses hung at the wardrobe, that stole mine and Briar’s breaths.

After we tired of our messing around, Briar helped me get ready for my first dinner, which was nothing like I expected – even though I did not expect a friendly welcome, I at least hoped for politeness. However, aristocratic blood and wealth don’t go hand-in-hand with politeness, integrity, or other attributes commonly praised on such individuals, like knowing the Countess and many other peers taught me.  

“I don’t know how I shall endure spending even a minute with the Countess tomorrow,” I sighed while Briar unlaced the corset, after helping me out of my dress. “What a wicked woman! If you heard what she said at dinner… I was polite, and she so rude!”

“Every good fairytale has its evil witch,” Briar replied, biting back an improper giggle. “Now we only need to find you a nice-looking prince.”

“I don’t think princes marry natural daughters.”

“They do, when they meet you,” Briar said with a smile and handed me the brush. “You are a lady now!”  

Instead of the adjoining room, I invited Briar to stay and share the bed as we did at summer nights at the Daly’s home.

We lied together and, amongst giggles, shared our impressions about the inhabitants of that strange new world, from the aristocratic family members to the servants, helping each other to get familiar with the names and routine.

“You should’ve seen the buzz in the kitchen when I arrived…”

“I was not expecting this much gossip…”

“An unexpected daughter arriving at the house is not reason enough for the whisperings and curiosity? Have you forgotten how the townspeople would be whenever a newcomer arrived? This is beyond compare!”

“Perhaps you are right.”

“I am always right.” She giggled and I nudged her side.

“And speaking of gossip, may I know who caught your eyes: the prim Mr. Sinclaire of Ledford Park, or Mr. Harper, the handsome stable boy?”

“Mr. Harper is the Master of horses, not a stable boy,” I corrected her.

“And a very bold man, I might add. Taking you away from the manor unescorted at night…”

“He did not take me. I’ve chosen to go with him. And he is a respectful man. A perfect gentleman, actually, despite the lack of a title.”

“I got my answer, alright,” she snorted with laughter, “I wonder what your family shall say about this...”

My reply was silenced by the loud creak of a floorboard. Both hushed with the possibility of someone eavesdropping, or worse the imminence of someone walking in and catching Briar there and not in her room.

“Odd,” I whispered to my friend when no one came to the door. “I thought everybody would be sleeping by now.”

“Not everybody, apparently...”

“Who could it be?”

“I don’t know and am too tired to care,” Briar said, pulling the covers up to our chins. “Now, sleep.”

A heavy thump over our heads cut through the silence, followed by more thumps and scratching noises.

“Did you hear that?” I asked Briar, who was quietly lying beside me.

“It is probably the wind,” she replied. “Maybe branches blown against the windows…”

“Sounds like footsteps,” I whispered, “But why would anyone be at the attic at this time?”

“Perhaps a servant had to retrieve something... Or there are mice.”

“Mice? They must be the size of dogs then!”

The scratching sounds were followed by an eerie wail. The candle by the bedside table cast a soft yellow glow which is enough to illuminate the fear on Briar’s face, and mine was probably just the same. We shared a look and stared at the ceiling. Our tongues did not speak about the fear that caused our hearts to race.

“Do you think someone could be outside planning to harm us?”

“Are you trying to scare me, Cathy?”

“Not at all,” I said in a serious tone. “I truly worry. We do not know this people. And you overheard Mr. Woods saying the Countess wants me out of here.”

“Wishing and acting upon something are entirely different things.”

After a few more ragged breaths, the sounds faded and, relieved, we fell asleep. Heavy objects knocked to the ground woke me up an hour later, however Briar chided when I moved in the bed to get up to investigate.

“I’m too tired, Cathy,” she murmured, “I need to sleep. And so do you.”

“How can I, if there is a mystery of some sort happening as we speak?”

“Don’t let your imagination take over, my friend... This is not one of your books and this house is probably just as ordinary as all the others, just huger. You will be embarrassed to learn the mundane explanations to those noises… Someone who sleepwalks, a stray cat… the wind.”

I obliged, but did not sleep again until it was almost day and exhaustion claimed my eyes.

The following nights were the same. Strange noises invading my slumber, or the anticipation about them kept me on my toes. Waiting. Wondering. My curiosity and fear created the most sickening scenarios. After Briar learned the Countess was the only one with keys to the attic, I feared she could be the one at the attic. Perhaps, my stepmother was an actual witch, who spent the nights with evil machinations and cooking spells above our heads.

“Perhaps, the Countess is a witch –” I whispered.

“Definitely,” Briar agreed.

“– What if she’s cooking some spell upstairs.”

“What spell could be so loud to prepare?” Briar teased.

“I don’t know… I fear I don’t have an extensive knowledge on witchcraft.”

“But we know people with riches are concerned with status and afraid of harmful gossip. Why would your stepmother risk us knowing about her secret of all people?”

“What if she wants me to know?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know yet. But I shall find out.”

By the end of the week of my arrival, my curiosity peaked. Once Mr. Woods confirmed the Countess had left to pay a visit, I rushed to the end of the corridor upstairs, and Briar followed suit.

“Only the Countess has the keys to the attic,” Briar whispered while I fidgeted with the lock, “you know that.”

“You can easily open it, if you want,” I gave her a knowing look, and she frowned.

“We’re not picking locks today, Cathy…” she stated and pushed me around. “You must get downstairs. Miss Parsons is visiting today.”

And so, I did. I would have time later to investigate, and Miss Parsons’ company was always delightful. From her I learned more about this new world, the family that took me in and skills my grandmother considered essential to find a good match. Though, I suspected from the first days after meeting her, marriage was no ambition of hers.

After spending a few moments with the Dowager Countess at the drawing room, the two of us went for a stroll around the gardens that morning to enjoy the little sun that struggled to shine. The sky was grey, but there was no rain. An insistent wind twirled our hair and shawls and plucked leaves from the trees. Nothing however that could disturb our cheerful conversation. While my eyes followed the flight of magpies, something else caught my attention near the house.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?” Miss Parsons asked, confusion erasing the smile on her lips.

“There was a blonde man right there!” I pointed at one of the windows of the attic. “What is he doing there?”

Miss Parsons stopped and squinted her eyes, trying to see what I insisted on pointing.

“I see nothing,” she said at last. “Are you certain it was not a bird or perhaps the light reflecting on the glass?”

“I am quite certain. It was a man. With blonde hair.”

“How can you even see this much from here?” she pondered. “The windows are mostly covered with wooden planks...”

“You doubt me?” I inquired. “I know what I saw. It was a face.”

Miss Parsons looked at me and smiled. A gesture of her hand, and I approached to listen to the conspiratorial tone she adopted despite us being faraway from the manor and prying eyes.

“Miss Sutton says Edgewater is haunted. Perhaps that was one of the ghosts.”

“Excuse me?”

“My dear, has she not shared with you her fantastic tales about the ghosts that haunt the house?”

“No, I have not been aware of those beliefs of her,” I replied, my eyes fixed at her face. “Is it possible?”

“Are you asking me if I believe Edgewater is haunted?” she asked without hiding her amusement.

“Perhaps. I do not know what else to think. The noises from the attic keep me awake every night...”

“Very well,” she said, joining her arm with mine and we turned away from the house, “The Dowager Countess certainly would not approve this conversation but… There are plenty of unexplainable things in this world. Books register many facts and legends. Perhaps the existence of ghosts is not the most eccentric belief one could have. Do you believe in ghosts, my friend?”

“Not until recently. Though I believe there is something wrong happening at Edgewater… I did not dismiss a supernatural explanation yet.”

“As far as I can tell, even though I have not witnessed with my very own eyes, a disturbing number of English manors have their own tales of horror and claim to house spirits with unfinished businesses…” Miss Parsons bites back a laugh, and breaths, “When it comes to Edgewater… it certainly houses an evil witch! Therefore, I would not be surprised if ghosts lived under that roof as well and even a few more entities!” Demurely, her hand covered the laugh before it echoed too loud and inappropriate for a lady like herself.

“You should not mock the supernatural!” I chided in a low tone, and she apologized, still fighting the laughter erupting from her chest.

“Did my brother tell you anything about ghosts? Or about his mother?”

“Harry was very skeptical about this sort of things. And I don’t believe he would tell me or anyone if his mother was an actual witch. Trust me. No children would normally turn in a parent. Witchcraft is still punishable with imprisonment. And even death depending on who accuses you and what you are accused of…”

“From where I came, there were many stories… When I was a little girl, there were rumors about an elderly lady who lived alone in a chalet by the river. People used to say she poisoned the children of the villages she lived in before, and cursed the crops… After the village was hit by a frost, she was killed one night and her house was burnt to the ground…” I trailed off and didn’t mention how my mother cried her death.

“Was she a real witch?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Probably not… There are so many tales, it is hard to tell…”

Miss Parsons went quiet for a long moment, and I regretted telling her the story.    

“If she wasn’t, what an unjust end…” she sighed.

“Indeed. From where I came, there are many stories and fear. Changelings. Witches. Zombies. We follow strict rules to shield us from the supernatural. Even the ones who consider it foolish superstition do it anyway…”

“Don’t we all?” she inquired. “The luxury around us hides narrow and superstitions minds too… Bishop Monroe was trained by the Archbishop of Canterbury himself and at Sunday services he exhibits the ceremonial sword. He said it’s the same he used to decapitate the former Earl of Edgewater to assure he would not turn into a zombie. My father contributes to the church to have a guarantee against becoming a zombie when he dies too. How foolish does that sound to you?”

“Foolish and expensive. We take care of zombies ourselves.”

“What?”

“Mrs. Daly and Briar helped me with my mother. Her ashes shall become flowers when the spring finally come.”

“I’m sorry to bring that subject, I’ve –”

With a pat on her hand, I’ve interrupted, “It’s alright. Death is part of life. And my mother rests now. Tell me more of how you rich people deal with the supernatural,” I suggested with a smile that earned a mischievous one of hers and glint in her eyes when she offered me many tales.  

“…And it is said one woman near Pembroke kept it a secret when her husband became a zombie.”

“How could one keep such a secret?”

“I have absolutely no idea. But they say the family made a great effort to cover the lies for years, because if people knew he died, the widow and their five daughters would be thrown out of the house! And it would be impossible to marry them off.”

“My Lord! That’s horrible! Is it true?”

“Maybe not. However, does it even matter?” she inquired but did not wait for my answer while her words sunk in. “Isn’t it a twisted world where such an absurd tale could even be considered possible? That women would be forced to go to those lengths and risk their lives because we cannot exist without a man? That our fortunes and existence do not belong to ourselves?” She turned around, facing away from me. Eyes clouded by her thoughts.

Just like myself, Miss Parsons’ family would also push her into an advantageous marriage, in spite of her desires. Lady grandmother would insist I should marry a man of a higher rank and great fortune, as if Edgewater’s fortune was not enough to feed an entire village for years and could spend on candles for an evening more than many households would in a decade. The Parsons from Hazelvalle were not so different and would also pressure their daughter, unwilling to accept that perhaps this one could have a different fate than her sisters.

“I do not believe a woman should marry if not for love,” I mused, breaking the silence that settled over us. “Despite of how unjust the world is and how terrible a woman with no man is treated, growing an old maid is not the worst fate if compared to a loveless marriage to a cruel man.”

“I appreciate your wise words, Lady Catherine,” she sighed, “but my family would disagree with you. And soon, despite our wishes, we shall both be send off to London and to be auctioned at the dreadful marriage market...”

[missameliep]

Six Sentence Sunday - May 23, 2021

Hi, guys! I haven’t been writing much, or posting new content latety... 

However, CFWC Nerd Week got me really excited, and I have revisited some WIPs and started writing again. If things go well, I’ll finish and post before the dead line of the event at least a few of these fics (if not, oh, well!, at least I’m slowly writing again).

Bellow the read more, I’ll share snippets of 3 of the fics I’m currently working on (2 Desire and Decorum AUs and one fic for Blades of Light and Shadow) and if any of you is interested, just let me know and I’ll tag you when I post them. 😊

1. Desire and Decorum and Zombies - Part 1 (AU - inspired by Book 1, but with zombies and supernatural creatures) - there will be at least three parts, and the first one is not romance focused. 

I, Lady Catherine, heiress of Edgewater, am dead.

I have not died or being killed. Yet, I no longer exist as the woman I was before.

The elegant marble from the tombstone will whisper my name to whoever comes to the small cemetery in the back of the Edgewater chapel until moss claims the whiteness of the cold stone. The epitaph will remind them of my courage and my existence. Perhaps, many years from now, the name Foredale might be forgotten, and Edgewater might meet its ruination, yet my name and this epitaph will still be here as a memento of the things that passed in this year of 1816.

Death freed me and my freedom allows me to tell you my story.

2.  Somewhere in time (Desire and Decorum Modern/Time travel AU) - Pairing: Prince Hamid x Elizabeth Foredale (OC)

Annabelle and Briar shared a knowing look.

“Are you daydreaming with that mysterious mate again, Lizzy?”

“Excuse me?” Elizabeth was startled by the question, and when she met Briar’s stare, she tried to hide her mobile. However, the other gently pulled her wrist to take a better look at the screen.

“Hmmm… Shirtless. Sexy. I liked what he has done with his hair, by the way. You’re not liking his picture? You definitely should!”

“No!” Elizabeth pulled the mobile away from her.

“Why not?”

“Reasons.”

“Are you ever telling who is he?” Annabelle asked from her seat where she was painting her nails.

“He is just… someone I knew.”

“Really? When did you meet him?” Annabelle asked surprised, and picked her words carefully. “He seems a little old…”

“Long ago. It seems like another life now...”

3. Like Poetry (working title - Blades of Light and Shadow) - Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Nayeli (F!Human!MC) 

For countless years, each new day started just the same – and there was nothing else the elf’s heart desired more than reliving that ritual again and again.

As soon as the first birds started chirping at the tops of the ancient trees towering the small cottage by the river, before the first rays of sun could dissipate the fog and make shine like tiny diamonds the dew covering the grass and peppering the windows, the elf’s blue eyes would flutter open and find the fiercest human he ever known laid down beside him.

A blessing from the Gods Tyril never thought himself worth of.

Despite his beliefs, Nayeli chose him. Over and over. Even when he refused to let her do it, even when he politely asked her to leave him be… she wanted him by her side.

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations​ 

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Lori's Favorite Fics #2

Hi there! I’m back with more of my favorite fics and even though I haven’t read as much as I expected to in these first two weeks of January real life is such a buzzkill sometimes, I found excellent creative content from some of my friends, mutuals and other talented writers whose work I got the chance to read for the first time. 

Get ready to swoon with me.

Desire and Decorum

Happily Ever After: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 | Miss Parsons x MC: Regency era is a tough time for women in so many ways, but @samgtt700 's lovely fic is here to sate my need to see Annabelle and Maria (MC) happy.

Intermezzo | Prince Hamid x MC (Elizabeth) / Mr. Konevi x Mr. Chambers: Through Mr. Konevi's point of view, @missameliep gives the reader the opportunity to see revisit the night at the Opera St. James and the moment in which Prince Hamid falls in love with Elizabeth (MC) and a little moment of their happy ending. Also really cute? A Chanevi moment 😍

Second Chances series | Prince Hamid x MC: I was trying not to post more than one piece from each writer, but @missameliep 's Desire & Decorum modern-day AU gives me all the feels. Elizabeth (MC) is moving to England after her mother passed away but her journey changes when she meets Hamid Osmanoğlu. He may be a descendant from the Ottoman Empire sultans but strike the title. Hamid is now a commoner working for his country as an accomplished diplomat, but his flirty and playful essence is all there and he makes me swoon every single chapter 😍

The Cursed Heiress - Prologue: The Curse of The High Witch: The goth teenager in me is stoked with this witch story! Thank Goddess! @noeschoices expertly fuses Desire & Decorum, The Crown and The Flame, Nightbound and Bloodbound together to write the prologue of this Supernatural AU in which Mary (D&D MC's mother) gives birth to a child but her disobedience to her vow of chastity comes with terrible consequences to her and to Joanna (D&D MC).

High School Story

We Don't Talk Together | Michael Harrison x MC: In this canon divergent fic, @litgpop​ is bringing angst and I'm here for it. Michael and Maria's friendship makes Nari (MC) insecure and she can't no longer stand the fact that she can't even describe what kind of relationship she has with him. And though I love Michael, I gotta say I'm with Nari on this one.

Platinum

A Little Bit Of Writing | M!Avery Wilshere x MC: In @ladykateofledfordpark 's super cute fic, Dawn (MC) is nervous about traveling by plane for the first time, but the popstar/sweetheart Avery gives her a piece of advice to help calm her nerves. And much like any other fangirl in her situation, she writes fanfic about her idol 😆

Ride Or Die

Kinky Card 25: Kinky Pictures | Colt Kaneko x MC: The Kinky Cards challenge came back with a bang in @lilyofchoices extra dirty fic which involves porn, sex toys and Ellie (MC) wearing a strap-on (!!!) and I'm sooo happy I found a writer who doesn't shy away from writing a good non-vanilla smut.

Waiting for you | Colt Kaneko x MC: Behind his bad boy facade, Colt hides a softer side and even though being vulnerable isn't his thing, @lizeboredom gives the reader the opportunity to understand Colt's feelings and motivations (which is a rare thing to see on Colt fics) he is so ready to tell Lara (MC) how he truly feels and it's sooo sweet!

Sanctuary Outtakes Pt.1 | Logan x MC: I still need to read the entire series, but I couldn't wait to make a review of this one. Logan is out of jail and Sidney (MC) is ready to help him adjust and get his life back on track. @client-327 did a wonderful job writing Logan so in character, especially in the scene he's getting acquainted with the house Sidney found for them.

Before The Come Down | Logan x MC: I am completely overjoyed that I stumbled upon this fic last week because this is a masterpiece! @diamondsless 's outstanding prose is inspiring and the attention to detail describing Logan's and Stella's (MC) every sexual and emotional response during this dangerous sex scene took my breath away.

The Royal Romance

Decision | King Liam x MC: I rarely find TRR fics that truly catch my attention, but whenever I see a fic from @allaboutchoices​, I know it's going to be good. Choosing between his love for his country and his wish to be with Riley isn't easy, but his heart beats faster for only one woman. Watch out for the lovemaking scene. It will melt your heart.