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FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 23/?

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words.

⊹ 👩🏼‍💻 From the author: My dearest friends, another part for all of you❤️‍🔥 How do you like this reconciliation? I hope you like it 🥺🥹🙏🏻 Let me know in the comments how you like the new part 👀 🤭

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: For you, my love @myjungkookthighs. You are my favorite person 😘🥰 You know that I appreciate you so much and LOVE you🥰💜

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou, @nikkinikj, @lovelyyylunaa222, @jiminiemanura, @jalexad, @kelsyx33, @bhonbhon, @unholyforjk, @ambiee3, @mianhae-baozi, @someoneelse0109, @medstudentlifestyle, @mskookie (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 22. Stop resisting. We are inevitable.

The days went by one after the other, but they all seemed like one terrible, unbearable day. They were all the same. You focused more on your work. You worked night shifts for a week, and day shifts and another week. You ate almost nothing, and your condition after breaking up with Jungkook was even worse than before. You thought it would be easier if you put an end to it and moved on. But no. Not having Jungkook in your life makes it unbearable.

Doohoon kept pressuring you and bothering you with his presence. After the incident in the car and his threats to show his "true face," you became even more cautious about him. Anxiety was present in you every time he appeared, even though he smiled at you with the most sincere smile he ever made. He assured you that he just wanted to be your friend, and that he didn't want to be romantically involved. He offered you to rely on him to make your feelings return to normal.

Of course, you didn't agree, but you didn't tell him openly. You kept Doohoon at arm's length, just like before, but your reaction to him was no longer so sharp. You became indifferent to him and eventually to everything around you.

Jungkook didn't show up after your conversation. He just disappeared, just like you wanted him to. But why does it hurt so much? It should be simple and easy for you that his criminal life won't have any impact on you. That this whole horrible, evil world doesn't apply to you.

You walked down the road to the campus. Study is about to start in a few weeks, so you try to come to the university library as often as possible to start working on your graduation project.

After your night shift at the store, you decide to go to a coffee shop to get some energy. It's right on your way, and the coffee here is much tastier than in the cafeteria on campus.

You go inside and are greeted by the pleasant aroma of coffee that envelops you from head to toe. The last week the weather has changed from snowy to rainy. The air temperature has risen, and because of this, it is now raining every day instead of snowing. It seems that the weather feels your condition and is ready to share the pain of a breakup and unrealized love with you.

The cafe is crowded and the quiet murmur of voices against the background of jazz music creates a particularly cozy atmosphere. It seems that it is early spring and not the middle of winter.

You go to the cash register, wanting to order a strong coffee to make you feel more alert. You look at the menu above the counter and hear a familiar voice.

This voice is soft, with high pitched notes, but with a bass that is characteristic of a man. Voice cheerful and pleasant, and it doesn't match the weather outside the windows of this cozy coffee shop. You catch a whiff of peach as the man you recognize as Jimin turns to leave.

Your eyes meet and you are overcome with a mixture of regret, shame, and guilt. Your last encounter with Jimin was unpleasant, even though he always treated you with care. He was Jungkook's best friend and you loved him the most out of all his friends.

The last time you saw Jimin, you called him a thug and refused to go to the hospital with him. You remember the disappointed laugh that came out of his mouth then. Your emotions were so strong at that moment that you didn't even think you could offend Jimin with such words. You don't know if he was really offended by you then, but his laughter seemed hysterical to you.

Jimin raises his eyebrows, clearly not expecting to see you today. He smiles broadly and almost instantly comes over to hug you. When you feel his embrace with the smell of peach, you relax.

"Y/N, what a meeting. Where else would I have met you?" - Jimin says as he lets go of you. You smile. It seems to be the first time in a very long time. Your lips are stretched and unusually tight. A smile has forgotten how to grace your lips.

"Hi." - You say quietly. Jimin acts as if nothing has happened. You're glad he didn't turn away from you.

"Please have a large cup of hot chocolate." - Jimin orders for you, because he knows you love it. "Are you in a hurry? Let's sit for twenty minutes." - Jimin suggests. You agree. The two of you walk over to an empty table by the window and sit down across from each other. Jimin, in a gentlemanly manner, helps you take off your outerwear and hangs it on a hanger near the table.

He takes off his black Saint Laurent coat, which emphasizes his elegance even on a rainy day. He is wearing a dark gray cashmere turtleneck and classic black pants. His clothes look expensive to emphasize his status. When he sits down and puts his hands on the table, his Rolexes sparkle in the light of the lamps.

He smiles at you, and you automatically do the same.

"You look tortured." - Jimin states, having studied you for just a moment. You look away and stare at the raindrops running down the glass.

"I'm fine." - You're lying. You seem more to yourself than to Jimin. "It's just that I'm working night shifts now, and I didn't sleep much today because I had to go to university." - You explain, and it sounds plausible even to you. Jimin takes a few sips of coffee from his paper cup, he wasn't going to sit in the cafe so he took it to go.

"So you went to university?" - He asks. "Where do you work?" - He asks you questions one after another. You hold your gaze on him and think he's pretending to be clueless. Jungkook has obviously told Jimin everything because they are best friends.

"At the convenience store." - You answer softly, to only one question.

"It sucks. There's probably a lot of vagrants there at night, right?" - Jimin is worried. You look at his expensive image and he doesn't fit in with the interior of this place at all. He shouldn't be worried about you, because you're basically a stranger to him. Even though you've known him for a long time. You realize that he's not the Jimin you saw in the first months of your friendship, but he looks a lot like him.

"No. There hasn't been a single one since I've been working there. It's a residential area, where mostly couples with children and old people live. That's why I work well there." - You say sincerely. Jimin smile again and brings you a large brown cup of hot chocolate garnished with marshmallows. You grimace a little, you don't like marshmallows, you didn't tell the waiter that. So you have to drink with whatever you have.

"I should have ordered you a double espresso, not a hot chocolate." - You hear Jimin's disappointed voice. You look up at him.

"It's okay. I actually wanted to have chocolate, I've been craving sweets lately." - You say with a smile. You are uncomfortable, and you want to find an opportunity to apologize to Jimin for what you said in the warehouse.

"You lack love, so you want sweets." - Jimin says playfully, but it doesn't elicit the reaction he expected. You look down at the cup and the smile falls from your lips.

"Maybe." - You say quietly. Jimin feels uncomfortable. He knows what you're thinking. He shouldn't have joked, you're obviously suffering right now. "What are you doing here, by the way?" - You change the subject so that Jimin doesn't develop the previous one.

"Oh. I have a meeting nearby. Besides, I love the coffee they serve here." - He replies amiably. You press your lips into a thin line and shake your head.

"I love their coffee, too. I stop here all the time on my way to campus." - You say. Your conversation is getting tense. It's mostly your fault.

"Jimin..." - You call out to him. He looks at you carefully.

"Yes, dear." - He replies. You bite your lip, preparing to apologize so that the atmosphere between you will soften.

"I'm sorry for what I called you at that day." - You slur your words. Jimin raises his eyebrows to see what you're talking about. He thinks for no more than a couple of seconds, and then raises his eyebrows.

"You were rude." - He says with a smile, realizing why you're apologizing. "You really think I'm..." - He leans across the table, closer to you, and whispers. "…a thug?" - You look up at Jimin's face, which is not that far from yours. He looks at you demandingly, but he has a playful smile on his face.

"No..." - You say quickly. But you think he's a bandit. So he is. "I mean... I wanted to say..." - You stammer. Jimin laughs out loud, and leans back, leaning against the back of the couch.

"Relax, Y/N. I'm joking. It's your right to call me what you think I am. Of course I'm were upset, but not because of what you called me, because it's basically true. I'm was more upsetter that you refused to come with me. I thought we friends." - He said more seriously. You couldn't look him in the eye while he was talking, but when he finished speaking and you heard what he said, you paid attention to him. Jimin takes a sip of coffee and looks at you carefully.

"I'm sorry. I was in a terrible state at the time. I heard terrible things about Jungko..." - You stammer as you almost say Jungkook's name. "...I was scared. That man told me about your methods, and I couldn't react to all of you any other way..." - You say, justifying yourself. Jimin is silent. You take a nervous deep breath. At that moment, Jimin's phone rings. You see the inscription "unknown number" upside down, as his phone was lying there in that way. Jimin nods apologetically and picks up the phone.

You take a sip of chocolate, warming your hands from the cup, and freeze when you hear Jungkook's voice on the other end of the line.

"Are you at the coffee shop?" - Jungkook asks Jimin in a serious voice.

"Yes." - Jimin answers looking at you. Your breathing quickens. And you realize that Jungkook is somewhere nearby. Did Jimin hold you up on purpose so you could see him, or was it a coincidence? "I'm at the far table. By the way, you have no idea who I met." - Jimin says with a smile. You feel panicked that you're about to see Jungkook. But it's too late to run away. You hear the door of the coffee shop open. You can hear the sound of the rain-soaked road under the wheels of cars.

Jungkook is standing in the doorway. He is wearing a black jacket and a hood. His eyes are almost invisible, but when he pulls the hood off his head, your eyes linger on each other. You can feel your insides pulling into a tight knot. Jungkook walks to your table without taking his eyes off you. Unlike him, you have long since turned away.

Jungkook takes off his clothes and throws his wet jacket on the hanger. He approaches the table and sees only you. Jimin's sly smile shines brighter than the lamps in the coffee shop. Jungkook will be indebted to him for this meeting and for he holding you back.

"Jungkook-ah. Hello. I'm here, I still exist." - Jimin jokes, you heard. However you only look at the cup of drink and are already planning your escape.

"Hi." - You hear above your head. Jungkook greets only you. Against the backdrop of your heartbeat, you can hear Jimin's laughter, surprised that Jungkook doesn't notice him.

You slowly look up and your heart skips a beat. No, not even two, because Jungkook is smiling slightly. He's so handsome. He looks so familiar. His hair is tousled because he wears a hoodie. He looks so sweet.

"Hi." - You say quietly. You expect Jungkook to sit down at the table next to Jimin, and you can quickly run away, pretending that Suyong is waiting for you at the university. But your mistake was that you sat by the window and the seat next to you was free. Jungkook sits down right next to you and thus blocks your ability to escape quickly.

The situation could not have been worse for you. Jungkook sits almost within touching distance. The sofas are not that big and his thigh is almost touching yours. He orders coffee from the waiter who has come to your table. The skinny guy takes the order and leaves.

You feel your hands shaking and try not to look at Jungkook. His presence affects you too much. The silence between you is so tense that it seems as if even the noise of the coffee shop has been silenced. Jimin is the first to break it.

"What a meeting, huh Jungkook?" - His voice is filled with amusement, but his gaze remains vigilant.

"Yeah." - He says, looking at you. There is an uneasy silence between you. Jimin clicks his tongue.

"My styling today is not going to hold up under the pressure of the tension like that’s, guys. What's going on?" - Jimin jokes and wants to know why you haven't made up yet.

"What are you talking about?" - Replies Jungkook without even looking at Jimin. His attention is completely focused on you.

"Why does our lovely friend look like she's about to run away?" - Jimin is enjoying the situation, and his sly smile only adds to your discomfort.

"I'm not running away!" - You say, but your voice gives you away. It sounds weak and trembles a little. Jungkook ignores Jimin's question and turns to you.

"I'm glad you didn't do it." - Jungkook says. You can't answer, just nervously clutch your hot chocolate cup. The waiter brings Jungkook's coffee, and you are grateful for the break in the tense silence. Jungkook takes the cup, takes a slow sip, and then, looking at Jimin, adds.

"So why did you call me here?" - Jungkook asks. You look up at Jimin and give him a disgruntled look, suspecting that he's arranged your meeting. But it's unlikely. Jimin didn't know he was going to meet you, and you've been sitting here for less than 10 minutes. Looks like he and Jungkook had arranged to meet here before Jimin meeting you.

Jimin finishes his coffee and leans hands on the table, crossing his fingers.

"Yoongi has a task for you." - Jimin says, and you're surprised that they're having a business conversation in front of you.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, giving Jimin a half-surprised, half-annoyed look.

"Task?" - He asks dryly, as if trying to figure out why he sounds so... casual. His gaze quickly slides to you, checking your reaction.

You involuntarily straighten up, trying to hide your interest. Jimin, of course, notices this and just smiles his trademark playful smile.

"Don't worry, it's not such a secret if you know who we are." - He says, turning to you. "We trust you, Y/N. Well, at least I do."

Jungkook sighs, pausing, and then turns to Jimin with obvious irritation in his voice.

"Maybe you should tell me what the task is first. And why couldn't Yoongi have told me that himself?" - Jungkook asks indignantly. Jimin just shakes his head slightly, as if he's amused to see Jungkook getting annoyed.

"Yoongi is busy with more important things right now. He can't tell that over the phone, so he asked me to tell you in person. He said it's urgent and you should take care of it right away." - Jimin replies, leaning back on the back of the couch. You tense up, wondering why Jimin is acting like this. You look from one to the other in puzzlement, not understanding how anyone can talk about such things in the presence of a third party.

"And you thought the best place to say me about an errand was in a coffee shop?" - Jungkook says sarcastically, leaning forward. Jimin pretends not to hear his tone and continues calmly.

"You need to find a person. He's gone, and so is important information. You have to find he by the end of the day." - Jimin opens his phone and clicks something on it. A few seconds later, you and Jungkook hear his phone vibrate which lays on the table. You look at the screen of Jungkook's latest iPhone and see a photo of you on the screen saver. You can barely see your face, but you know it's your photo from social media. Your heart is sinking.

Jungkook notices your look and quickly picks up the phone.

"I sent you all the information you need." - Jimin says and stands up. "I'm going to the restroom." - He explains his action to you and walks away. You know for sure that Jimin gave you time to be alone. But you're nervous and don't know what to talk about with Jungkook. You look at the time on your phone and worry that Suyong is really waiting for you. Jungkook looks over at you, and something warm appears in his eyes.

"How you doing, baby?" - He asks. His velvety voice penetrates every cell in your body.

"I'm doing well." - You answer, not knowing what else to say. Jungkook looks at your face greedily. He notices the bags under your eyes and his heart sinks. He also notices that you have lost weight. But you don't look worse.

"You must eat well." - He says gently. You look at him. His gaze is more stern than his voice.

"I am eating well." - You say. You feel something cold melting in your chest. Seeing Jungkook after all this time was actually a relief.

"You can't fool me." - Jungkook says. He unconsciously reaches out and touches your face. You are frozen and cannot move. His warm hand makes you forget how to speak. "I miss you." - Jungkook confesses. He smiles sadly. "I want you to know that."

You try not to cry. You swallow nervously and clear your throat. Jungkook fixes a curl that has gotten on your face.

"Really?" - You ask, trying to keep your voice firm. "You missed me, but you haven't come for how long?" - You sound slightly reproachful. Jungkook hums.

"You don't want me around, do you? I gave you your personal space." - He says as if defending himself. You turn away, telling him not to touch you. You regret that you didn't express yourself correctly. Now it's clear to Jungkook that you've been waiting for him all this time. "Or did you want me to be more assertive?" - He asks you playfully. You look at Jungkook and raise your eyebrows to show your displeasure.

"No." - You say. "You don't need to be pushy. Because we decided it's better for us to be strangers." - Jungkook shakes his head as if mocking. His expression irritates you. Does he think he can behave like this towards you?

Jungkook stares at you for a long few seconds, and his smile grows even wider, but there's a subtle mixture of disappointment and sadness in his eyes. He leans back on the couch as if he's trying to give you some space, but he still keeps his eyes on you.

"Strangers?" - He repeats, his voice sounding slightly mocking. "An interesting concept for two people who don't seem to want to be strangers at all." - He says. You sigh as you feel his words breaking through your defenses. You realize that it's time for you to leave. And not just because Jungkook is pressuring you. You realize that it's better to leave than to continue this dialog. You grab your phone and stand up.

"Please let me out. I'm going to be late." - You say coldly. Jungkook stands up and takes half a step back. You move to leave the table and don't expect Jungkook to stop so quickly. You almost bump into his broad chest. You look up at him to ask him to leave and meet his serious gaze. He towers over you, making you feel like he takes up all the space around you.

"Baby, tell me right now. Do you want me? Do you want to be mine?" - Jungkook demands an answer from you. You're nervous about the way he's phrasing his questions. You look at each other. "If you say you want me, I'll do my best to make you happy with me." - You don't know what to say. Because the obvious answer is that you want Jungkook and you need him. But it's complicated. It's just like he said. You can't get back together because the circumstances say it's impossible.

"You know my conditions, Jungkook. Otherwise, our feelings are meaningless." - You answer, standing your ground. Jungkook curls his lips into a smile.

"Tell me." - He demands, leaning in close. Your breaths come faster. You don't move, trying not to give in to him.

"What do you want to hear?" - You ask rhetorically. Jungkook freezes a few centimeters away, hypnotizing your lips.

"Admit that you want me to come back. I know you love me. Then why are you resisting your feelings and mine?" - He asks. You resist because you want to live in peace. You want to be a normal person and not belong to the world of shadows.

"Go away." - You say firmly, without admitting it. Jungkook tilts his head slightly but doesn't move away.

"You have to give me an answer first, otherwise I'll take your silence as a positive answer." - Jungkook says. You give Jungkook a killer look. You admit that you want him, but in your mind. You are on fire from his closeness and his gaze on you.

You will never admit it to him. Because you think it's the right thing to do. But you decide to leave the door to your heart open for him. You put your hands on his chest and push him so that he takes a step back.

"I hope we won't see each other again." - You say casually, but with a clear challenge in your voice. You picked up your jacket, left the money for the chocolate on the table, and left the coffee shop, saying goodbye to Jimin as he returned from the restroom.

Jungkook sat down at the table, smiling. He got your hint. You won't be without his attention for long. Jungkook seemed to have a fire inside him. You will be his to forever very soon.

"What are you smiling about?" - Jimin asked as he sat down across from his best friend. "Did you finally make up?" - Jungkook notices Jimin when he said.

"Not yet." - He says, and he can't stop thinking about your expression and tone of voice.

"Then why are you so happy?" - Jimin asks curiously. Junguk doesn't answer and gets up from the table.

"See you later, hyung." - Jungkook says goodbye and leaves the coffee shop in a hurry.

It's been a busy day. You spent a lot of time in the campus library with Suyoung, working on your graduation project for the university. In the evening, you felt tired but satisfied with the work you had done. At about eight o'clock, you said goodbye to your friend, took the bus, and headed home.

As you approached your driveway, you saw a figure standing next to a familiar gray Volvo. A familiar face that made your shoulders tense - it was Doohoon. You walked closer. When he noticed you, he broke into a smile.

"You're not answering my calls again." - He said with a reproach that didn't interest you at all.

"I was busy. I didn't hear your calls. What are you doing here?" - You asked, trying to stay calm, although the irritation in your voice was still noticeable.

"I was waiting for you." - He replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought we could have dinner together." - He suggests. You try not to roll your eyes.

"I've already had dinner." - You say. "Besides, I'm tired..."

"You promised me yesterday that we would have dinner together tonight. And before that, you postponed your promise several times." - He reminds you. You tense up. You don't even remember what you promised him about dinner.

"Did I really do that?" - You ask, smiling slightly to make Doohoon soften.

"Yeah, candy." - He smiles back at you and it works. "But I'm a good friend. I understand that you're tired and want to rest."

"Right." - You say, agreed with his words.

"But it's not nice to deceive your friend like that. So..." - He continues. And you feel like you're getting tired of standing next to him. You smile and put up with him a little longer. "I'm giving you a choice: either we go to your place now and order a pizza. Or you're coming to dinner with me tomorrow, even if you've eaten ten times in one day." - You laugh nervously. To get him to leave you alone, you have to agree. And tomorrow you'll come up with another excuse.

"It's a deal. We'll have dinner tomorrow. I promise you for sure." - You say. Doohoon tilts his head. He holds out his pinky finger and asks you to seal your promise.

"You have to assure me that you won't lie to me again." - He says playfully. You reach out and grab his little finger.

"I promise." - You say shaking your hands.

"Then we have a deal." - Doohoon says, and he doesn't let go of your finger. You pull it out with all your might and smile nervously.

"Yes. See you tomorrow then." - You hint at him to leave. Doohoon squints his eyes. Then he finally gives in.

"I'll see you tomorrow, candy." - He says. Doohoon gets behind the wheel and leaves your yard. You watch him go and breathe a sigh of relief when his car disappears from your sight. You hurry back to your apartment and take a shower.

After the shower, you feel much better.

Your thoughts kept coming back to your meeting with Jungkook today. You were so excited to see him. But you'd better control your emotions so you don't let yourself feel the feelings you've been trying so hard to suppress.

You were about to go to bed and watch a drama when the doorbell suddenly rang. You froze. Who could be at your door at this late hour? Could it be your neighbors? The ringing repeated itself and you felt its insistence. Oh, no. Could it be Doohoon?

"Doohoon, really?" - You muttered under your breath as you quickly put on your robe. You strode resolutely to the door and threw it open, preparing to pounce with a complaint.

Large eyes, more like two black buttons, looked directly at you. Jungkook stood there with a bag in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other. You opened your mouth, not expecting to see him at the door of your apartment.

Jungkook ran his eyes over your outfit and smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Let me in?" - He brings you back to your senses. You blink your eyes a few times, as if checking to see if you're hallucinating. Are you so desperate to see Jungkook that you're imagining him?

You blink and realize that he doesn't disappear. So he's real. So it turns out he knows where you live. Of course he does. It's not a problem for him to find your address.

"What are you doing here?" - You finally ask. You stare at him, shocked by his appearance.

"I thought you might be hungry. And... you don't mind the company, do you?" - His lips curled slightly into a smile, and his eyes radiated confidence.

"What makes you say that?" - You ask again. Jungkook presses his lips together.

"Perhaps we should talk inside, or do you mind if your neighbors overhear our conversation?" - He asks cautiously. You stare at him for several long seconds and finally step aside and let him inside. He's here and you can't resist spending time with him.

Jungkook goes inside and undresses. At the same time, he looks at your new apartment.

It was small but cozy. The cream walls, wooden shelves with books, picture frames, and a few candles created an atmosphere of warmth.

There were pots with small plants on the windowsill in the kitchen, and a few scattered magazines and your laptop on the table in the living room. There was a faint smell of lavender in the air, probably from a fragrance or a candle you had recently lit.

Jungkook noticed your blanket folded on the couch. It all reminded him of how homely and calm you were, so different from the noisy, fussy people he had been around in his life.

He turned his gaze to you. You stood there in your robe, your hair a little damp from your shower, and he thought that made you even more attractive. You looked simple but natural, and that was what fascinated him.

You tried to act casual, but your tension was noticeable. Jungkook noticed the way you folded your arms across your chest, as if you were trying to create a barrier between you two.

"It's cozy here…" - He said, looking around the room.

"It only seems that way." - You replied, trying not to let your nervousness show.

Jungkook smiled and walked closer to the couch, placing a bag of chicken and a six-pack of beer on the table.

"No, really. This place really reflects you. Calm, with a nice atmosphere." - He said, looking at you again. His words made you feel a little confused. You adjusted the waistband of your robe awkwardly and avoided his gaze.

"Thank you." - You mumbled, looking away. Jungkook sat down on the couch, leaning back and crossing his legs. His gaze became more attentive, warmer.

"You look different than usual." - He said, looking you over emphatically.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" - You raised an eyebrow, trying to sound stern, but your voice came out softer than you intended.

"Just... less reserved, more relaxed." - He replied with the same half-smile that always threw you off balance. You wouldn't say you were relaxed. But Jungkook's presence made you happy. The two of you were silent, so you decided to break the silence.

"So why did you really come?" - You ask as you walk over to the table. You smelled the roasted chicken and felt hungry. You hadn't really eaten dinner. You lied to Doohoon to get him to leave you alone. You hadn't planned to eat, but who could resist fried chicken? You noticed the label on the bag said "Kuchon Chicken." The same one, from the restaurant where it is prepared, you never visited with Jungkook.

"Isn't it obvious. I want to spend time with you." - He says. You sit down next to him and open the bag of food.

"You think you can do this?" - You ask as you unpack the boxes of chicken. It's hot and smells so good you could choke on your saliva. Jungkook laughs at your behavior. He moves to the side, giving you a seat next to him. While you unpack the chicken, he opens the beer cans.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to ignore me." - He replies. You sit down next to him and take a bite of the chicken drumstick in the sweet and spicy sauce. You moan slightly at the perfect taste of this food. You take a few more bites, not noticing Jungkook watching you. You turn to Jungkook to take the beer he's holding out to you and freeze when you see his dark eyes.

"You better not do that." - Jungkook warns you, and hands you a can of cold beer.

"Do what?" - You ask, swallowing the meat. The chili burns pleasantly on your tongue.

"Don't moan." - He forbids you, and takes a piece of chicken as well. You watch as his lips touch chicken shin and he takes a few bites. "Mmm, though now I understand why you did it." - He says with his eyebrows raised. You smile and forget what kind of relationship you have now.

You take a couple of sips of beer. You get up and sit back down on the couch, but you tuck one leg under you to make yourself comfortable.

"I told you I hoped we'd never see each other again. But as usual, you didn't take my words into account." - You say, enjoying every bite of chicken. Jungkook turns to you, his lips glistening with sauce.

"Are you accusing me of ignoring your words? You confirmed that you want me to come back." - He says a bit defiantly with a shadow of a smile on his lips. You raise an eyebrow.

"Did I? When did I confirm?" - You ask and take a big gulp of beer. Damn, the combination of chicken and beer is the best in the world.

"When you didn't answer my question." - He replies. You hold your gaze on Jungkook as you think about what he said, and you feel your heart beat faster. His confidence has always thrown you off balance. You shake your head and throw the empty bone back into its packaging and give him a direct look.

"Silence is not always consent, Jungkook!" - You say, wiping the sauce off your fingers with a napkin.

Jungkook leans closer, resting his elbow on the back of the couch. His face is now very close to yours, and you feel your stomach clench.

"What was that then? A delicate denial?" - He asks with the same shadow of mockery, his gaze seemingly drilling through you.

"It was an attempt to avoid conflict." - You answer, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look calm, even though you can clearly feel his presence in every cell of your body.

Jungkook humors you and takes another piece of chicken, biting into it slowly. It's as if he's deliberately pausing while you wait for his next words.

"You know, you're really bad at avoiding conflict. Especially with me." - He finally says with a wink. You roll your eyes, trying to hide the fact that his words hurt you.

"Jungkook, do you even realize how complicated this is? You just show up out of the blue, like a bolt from the blue, and expect me to forget everything right away." - You sigh and take a sip of your beer.

"Why not?" - He says, raising the can to his mouth. "Life's too short to waste time holding grudges." - Your lips twitch in a slight smile, but you quickly hide it.

"Easy for you to say. You're always pushing for things. I just want some peace." - You say.

"Peace?" - Jungkook asks, tilting his head to the side. "And you think he'll make you happy?" - You think about it, but quickly dismiss it.

"I don't know, Jungkook. But I have to try." - You admit. He looks at you, and something new appears in his eyes-a mixture of understanding and pity.

"I've never minded your peace, baby. I just... I don't think you want it as much as you've been telling yourself you do." - You press your lips together, not knowing what to say, and return your gaze to the rest of the chicken in the bag, pretending to be too busy picking out the next piece. But you understand: Jungkook has won the verbal battle again.

"Do you want some kimchi? I have kimpab too." - You offer. Jungkook sips his beer and watches you from behind the can.

"I'd like something else." - He says and puts the empty beer can on the table. You look at him, frightened. His eyes are sparkling with something cunning.

"What is it?" - You ask cautiously. Jungkook wipes his hands on a specially damp napkin that came with the chicken and moves closer. You watch his actions carefully.

"I’d love to eat something tastier than chicken." - He purrs, running his eyes over your face. You instantly feel a throbbing between your legs. No. You can't have sex. You haven't really decided what your relationship is right now.

"Like what?" - You ask, and you hear your voice sounding ragged. Jungkook smiles slyly. God, does he really want to have sex? Right now? Is he that brazen!

"For example, one sweet, juicy puss..." - He puts his hand between your legs and moves his hand to your pussy. But before he can finish his sentence, your phone rings.

You flinch and pick up the phone. It's a video call from your mom. You look at Jungkook nervously. He bites his lip and waves at you as if to say, "what?".

"I have to take this. My mom and I haven't talked yet today." - You say as if apologizing.

"Oh, sure, answer. I'll be glad to see omony, too." - He says. You smile nervously. You fix your hair and press the green button.

"Hi, mom." - You say. Your mother smiles broadly when she sees you.

"Hello, my dear daughter. How are you? How are you?" - She asks. You want to answer, and suddenly you feel Jungkook leaning against your side. He almost touches your face and looks into the camera.

"Greetings, omony. I'm so glad to see you." - He says friendly. You turn your eyes to him without turning your head and smile tightly.

"Jungkook!!!" - Your mom exclaims with joy. "It's really you. You're back from your trip? I'm glad to see you, son." - She says. Jungkook freezes for a moment. Did you say he went away? Why?

"Yes, the omony. I came back and the first thing I did was come to Y/N. We're drinking beer and eating chicken." - Jungkook replies. You feel his hand on your thigh. You tense up and put your hand on top of his to move it off. But Jungkook squeezes your meat, and you look up at him.

"You're back so late. You should have gone home right away." - Your mom says. You struggle against Jungkook's hand, which is already under your robe. Luckily, you're wearing shorts.

"Oh, Y/N's apartment was just on the way, so I stopped by. But I was really tired from the road. So I think she won't mind if I stay overnight." - Jungkook said.

"No." - You object immediately. "You're not staying at my place. You're going home." - You say. Your mom laughs. She looks at you and can't stop thinking about what a good couple you would make. Wouldn't it be nice if Jungkook stayed with you? Your mom sees Jungkook's eyebrows raise as he looks at you.

"Don't be so angry, daughter. Jungkook-ah is tired. Care him in properly." - Mom says gently. You look at your mom with surprise because she hasn’t supported you. Jungkook smiles and thanks your mom for her support.

You hold Jungkook's hand as he wants to go somewhere he can't. Jungkook and your mom are still talking about his imaginary trip and when she is convinced that you will let Jungkook stay and she hears that you are okay, she hangs up.

As soon as the video call ends, you are instantly trapped between the couch and Jungkook. He holds you down, getting dangerously close to you.

"Why did you lie to your mother about me going somewhere?" - He asks. Your heart flies out of your chest. You burn from the inside out, feeling his body, and this closeness, which you have missed like crazy. The throbbing between your legs intensifies.

"She asked for you, almost every day, as if she felt something. I had to tell her something. I didn't plan to talk to you anymore." - You say honestly. Jungkook frowns.

"What were you going to tell her next?" - He asks. "What would be the reason we're not talking?" - You bite your lip.

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it." - You answer. Jungkook suddenly smiles.

"Ahhh, so you were planning to make up after all." - He says with a lazy smile. He can't help himself, and without waiting for your answer, he touches the back of your neck. You hold your breath. He leaves weightless kisses, and you feel goosebumps instantly cover your entire body.

"Jungkook..." - You exhale excitedly. You want to stop him from kissing you. You can't have sex with him. But you want Jungkook so badly. You've missed him so much.

"Your reaction is so obvious." - He whispers against your lips. "Don't even think about forbidding me anything. I'm going to fuck you tonight so you'll finally understand my feelings and my persistence. You are mine and always will be. Stop resisting. We are inevitable." - You look at Jungkook and go crazy. He breaks through your defenses and you realize that there is no turning back. You're too much in love with him. You can't live without him and he can't live without you. Isn't it better to accept who he has become and help him get out of the abyss rather than leave him there alone? He is your destiny. It is undeniable.

"You'll have to prove it with deeds, not words, Jeon." - You say, giving up. Jungkook closes his eyes for a split second. You finally realize that you have no choice but to be his love. He opens his eyes and smiles broadly. The piercing on his lips stretches.

"You'd better be careful what you say, my love. Because I will prove my feelings to you in such a way that you won't be able to sit down for a week." - He threatens. You laugh.

"Go ahead and prove your feelings to me, my love." - You say. Jungkook has never felt anything like this in his life. The words "my love" coming out of your mouth make him feel overwhelmed by his feelings.

"You have no idea how it sounds from your lips. I want you to call me that forever." - Jungkook whispers, moving even closer. His voice is deep, as if hoarse with pent-up emotion. You give him a playful glance, feeling the tension between you grow.

"I forgot how much you like to talk. Not to get right down to business." - You protest. Jungkook laughs, low and raspy, a sound that makes your heart beat faster. He raises his hand and runs his fingers along your cheek, lingering lightly against your lips.

"You know that ask for something you can't handle."

"Are you sure I'm the one who can't handle it and not you?" - You say, raising an eyebrow. His smile grows wider and a sparkle of excitement sparkles in his eyes.

"I love your cockiness. It only makes me want more." - He whispers, leaning in so close that his lips are almost touching yours. "But I warned you." - You can't wait to get down to business. Your underwear is soaking wet.

Jungkook finally doesn't hold back. His lips connect with yours in a passionate, all-encompassing kiss that washes away all doubts. His hands slide confidently up your hips, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders, feeling every muscle under the thin fabric of his T-shirt.

He plunges his tongue into your mouth and you join in the absolute passion of love.

You moan from these exciting sensations. You enjoy the pressure of his body on yours. He pushes you with his semi-hard cock against your pussy. You can't wait to feel him inside you.

Jungkook leaves your lips to breathe in.

"Let's go to the bedroom." - He suggests.

You don't see where you're going. Jungkook immediately pounced on your lips as soon as you crossed the threshold of your bedroom. He undresses you as he walks, ripping off your robe and removing your pajama top.

You legs next the bed. A moment later, you find yourself lying on it on your back. Jungkook asks you to go up higher. You listen to him and lie down on the pillows. He takes off the T-shirt he was only wearing and his pants, leaving in his boxers. You can see how strong his bulge is.

You bite your lip until it hurts as he slowly pulls off your shorts along with your cotton panties. Jungkook's gaze darkens at the sight of your naked body, especially your pussy. He can already see how wet you are, your folds glistening.

Jungkook spreads your legs. You are very wet. He can't wait to lick every drop of your juice.

You are breathing heavily. Your breasts rise and fall with a frantic rhythm. Jungkook leans down to your lips and touches your center with his hand. He breathes heavily into your lips, and it makes you even wetter. He moves his finger around your center, swiping the moisture away.

"Baby... you're so wet. Have you missed me so much that you're dripping onto my fingers?" - He wheezes against your lips.

"Shut up, that's embarrassing to hear." - You complain, squirming from the pleasure of Jungkook's fingers. His laughter vibrates on your skin.

"It's not a shame. It seems to drive me crazy." - Jungkook wheezes. You hear his tone and think the same thing to yourself.

"I want more." - You ask, moving your hips against his hand. Jungkook captures your lips. His tongue fills your mouth.

"The patience, love. You are completely at my mercy. I'm going to do many things today." - He promises. You moan. Jungkook kisses your lips one last time. He licks the fingers thatdoesn’t let you come. He tastes your juice.

Jungkook lowers himself to your pussy and settles between your legs. His big palms grab your buttocks. He touches his lips to your center and you tremble. His wet tongue plays with your center. You arch your back and moan loudly. It feels like the first time. He licks the skin around your clit. Jungkook pushes his fingers into your passage. He moves them, stretching your walls. Your velvety, tender walls make him needy. He just wants to shove his cock inside you and fuck you to the exhaustion.

Jungkook sucks on your swollen bud. His tongue licks your clit so hard you scream. You clutch the blanket until your fingers are white. He smiles at your screams. Jungkook wraps his tongue around your clit and then pulls away. You relax, and almost instantly want him to return his lips to your pussy.

"You taste so fucking sweet. I missed that taste so much." - He confesses. He goes back to licking your wet folds.

"Kook..." - You breathe out his name. It's a signal that you're on the verge. Your hips are trembling. Jungkook returns to your clit and completely destroys your sanity. You come on his tongue with a loud scream. Jungkook feels your clit shudder. You have your first orgasm.

You're breathing hard and trying to get over the emotions caused by the incredible wave of orgasm. Jungkook licks his fingers that were in your passage and smiles with satisfaction. He lifts himself up to you. You smile back at him.

"Do I deserve such a skillful tongue?" - You ask him, breathing heavily. Jungkook laughs out loud. He kneels down in front of your open legs.

"Do I really deserve such a delicious pussy?" - He asks you back. You laugh. You look at his boxers. He should get out of them, he must be in pain.

You get up and sit in the same position front of Jungkook.

"Why are you still dressed?" - You smile. You move closer and reach into his boxers. You find the head of his cock. The fabric in front of it is completely wet. You caress it, smiling innocently. Jungkook bites his lip and looks at you with a look of lust. "Get rid of them. I want to ride the cock that belongs to me now." - You declare. Jungkook laughs. You don't let him stand up as you continue to caress him.

"It's always belonged to you." - He says. You raise an eyebrow, and pull your lips into a sly smile.

"Really? What about the dozen women who sat on it?" - You ask ironically. Again, you remind him of his wild youth.

"I imagined you in their place. Does that count?" - He asks and rises to his knees. You follow, pulling your hand out of his pants.

"I don't think so." - You say. Jungkook laughs. He gets off the bed. He pulls off his boxers and stands in front of you, completely naked. You look at him greedily. You really don't believe he's real. He's so perfect, as if he were molded by God.

He walks over to the bed and holds out his hand to you. You get off and Jungkook sits on the edge. You look at his erect cock and want to suck it. But Jungkook doesn't let you. He grabs his length in his hand and pumps it up, showing off the purple head of his cock.

"Come on, baby, ride me. Take yours." - He invites. You excited. You put your hands on his shoulders to make yourself comfortable. You spread your legs and walk over to Jungkook to sit on his lap. His skin is soft under your fingers. It's hot, just like yours. The fire between you is on fire.

You lower yourself to Jungkook's length. He puts the head of his cock against your entrance, and you start to lower yourself. Because it's been so long since you've had sex, there's a slight ache as Jungkook's cock plunges into your passage. You bite your lips to hold back the pain. Jungkook helps you down by holding your hips. As you sit there filled to the brim with Jungkook's cock, you feel euphoric. You perfectly envelop his length. The pleasure of his naked cock inside you makes your walls clench. Jungkook is breathing heavily, trying to control himself.

"Fuck..." - He swears, unable to hold it in. You open your eyes and meet his. They are dark and half open. There is nothing but lust in them. Jungkook pulls you down for a passionate kiss. He doesn't kiss you long. Then he pushes his tongue out of your mouth and runs it across your lips. He tastes your plump lips.

After your lips, he goes down to your neck, leaving wet marks. His fingers squeeze the meat on your buttocks, and without warning, he moves his hips, pushing his cock into you to the maximum. A gasp and a cry escape your lips. You feel blissful as you begin to move on his hips.

Jungkook moves his hips against you as well, helping you ride him with his supporting arms. You moan with pleasure, and you don't think at all about whether the neighbors will hear you or whether the soundproofing in these apartments is good. Most likely not, but who cares now?

You jump on Jungkook's lap, clutching the skin on his shoulder with your nails. The sensations of friction inside you raise your body temperature even higher. After a while, Jungkook brakes you.

"Turn around." - He asks. You listen to him and stand up. You turn your back and lower yourself onto Jungkook's thick cock again. This time you sit down with almost no pain.

You like this angle better. Jungkook bites the skin on your neck. He takes your breasts in his hands and squeezes them. He plays with your nipples, making you as excited as possible.

"You ride my cock so well, don't you, my love?" - He asks you in a hoarse and heavy voice. His breath burns your ear.

"Yes." - You agree, exhaling the word. "It’s so fucking good."

"You're so good at clinging to me." - He says again. "You should see your face. Look how wonderful you are. It feels so fucking good when I fuck you like this. So good for me, and only for me." - His compliments make you moan and move faster. You feel a growing orgasm in your middle. You ride faster so that you can finally feel it.

You stop when a wave of pleasure washes over you. Jungkook buries his nose in the crook of your neck, holding himself back from cumming from the way your walls are squeezing his cock. You can feel how sweaty you are, but Jungkook doesn't seem to care. He kisses your shoulder, then your neck, enjoying the taste of your skin.

You breathe heavily, catching your breath. When your breathing returns to normal, you turn to Jungkook. He's smiling.

You have a second orgasm. You kiss his lips gently as you lean in, as if to thank him for another orgasm. Jungkook responds. You can't kiss him for long, because first of all, you're halfway to his face, and secondly, you're sitting on Jungkook's hard cock, which hasn't come yet. You pull away from his lips. Jungkook opens his eyes.

"Get up baby, I want to fuck your tight pussy standing up." - He tells you, and you don't mind at all.

You get to your feet and they tremble slightly. You feel a little tired. You didn't sleep well last night, worked on a project, and have already had two orgasms. Riding a cock is not that easy.

Jungkook bends you over to the bed to bend over for him. You lean on your hands and are ready to take him again. You watch as Jungkook moves the head of his cock around your pussy. He mixes your cum with his own and slides inside after a moment. You will never get enough of the feeling of that cock inside you.

Jungkook makes several thrusts, pushing his length almost completely out of you. You moan from the pleasant friction. But suddenly he pushes his cock deep inside you. You feel it twitching inside you.

Suddenly you remember that you stopped taking birth control. Jungkook needs to be warned not to come inside you. But his intense movements, which make your face sweat and your head spin, make you postpone it for later. You bite your lip to hold back loud moans.

"Scream, baby. That's why I'm fucking you like this." - Jungkook says in a low voice full of excitement. You release your lips and a scream of pleasure instantly fills the space around you. Jungkook slams into you again, and you think he's going to cum soon. Because you are already on the verge. Your third orgasm of the night is coming.

But Jungkook is more sturdy than ever tonight. Not having sex for five weeks could made him sensitive. The way you, for example, come almost over and over again. But he wants to enjoy you as long as possible because he hasn't had you for over a month. This is his own record. The longest he's ever been without sex was two weeks. It's also strange that he held out so easily for so long because he knew that sooner or later you would come back to him. And then he will enjoy you to the fullest. That's what he's doing right now.

Jungkook comes out of you and you don't immediately realize that he's not in you. You get up and turn your head to find him.

"Lie down on the bed, your legs must be tired." - He says gently, coming close. In an instant, his lips bite yours fiercely. He doesn't use his tongue, but you like how hot it feels. Jungkook's hard cock rests against your pussy. You think it's time for him to come, he's already given you a lot of pleasure.

You take his length in your hand, and without breaking from the hot kiss, you pump Jungkook's length. He moans into your mouth as you do the manual labor. But that's not how he wants to cum. It has to be your pussy. It has to be full of his cum and it must dripping down your juicy thighs. That's the only way he plans to end this reconciliation sex.

You fall softly onto the bed. Jungkook quickly climbs on top and settles between your legs. He spreads them apart to get a good view of your cunt, swollen from intense sex. He can't get enough of the sight. Jungkook touches your clit and slowly massages it while he enters your passage for the last act.

You are filled with his cock again and want to experience another orgasm. Now Jungkook's movements are slow, deep, and romantic. You look at him and smile. Jungkook doesn't understand what caused you to react this way. At first, he raises his eyebrows, wondering why you're smiling, and then he gives you a sharp jolt, and you stop smiling.

He speeds up his movements, bringing you to your third orgasm of the night. You can hear the sinful sound of your bodies slamming against each other. Jungkook's balls are pounding your ass. Wet sounds come from below. You close your eyes, feeling your orgasm building, not seeing Jungkook looking between your bodies. He goes wild at the sight of his cock deep inside you.

"Kook…I.. I'm close." - A whisper escaped your lips.

"Come around me, my love." - He says low, as if he knows you're on the verge of another orgasm. As if you were waiting for his permission, less than five seconds later, your walls squeeze Jungkook's cock a second time, and this time he can't hold back. Another series of thrusts and he spills his semen into you, cumming intensely. His low moan, more like a growl, echoes in your ears.

Jungkook falls on top of you and breathes heavily into the crook of your neck. Your chest rises rhythmically, and you try to normalize your breathing. This was one of the best sexes you've ever had. No wonder you've been away from each other for so long, and it's heightened your senses.

Jungkook lifts up and looks at you. His forehead is glistening with sweat, a few drops trickle down his temples on their way to his neck.

"Fuck. That was the best sex I've ever had…" - He tells you. You stretch your lips into a smile. "Maybe we should miss each other more often." - Jungkook suggests, laughing hard and running his fingers down your cheek to your lips. "I don't even know how I survived this long without you. Maybe it sounds stupid, but I just want to be here, by your side... always" - You gently hug his neck, looking him straight in the eyes.

"It's not ridiculous. It's exactly what I want too." - You say softly, feeling his eyes fill with warmth. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a long, slow kiss.

"No matter how much I have you, it will never be enough." - He whispers, pulling his lips away from yours and touching his forehead to yours. You smile, realizing that for the first time in a long time you feel absolute peace. You belong to each other, and there is no doubt about it anymore.

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tototalks · 7 months ago

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And so here we are, the final ramble! I just wanna say a huge thank you to everyone who has been on this lil reading voyage with me and put up with my dumb memes lol. You’ve all been awesome! Special thanks go to @evilovesyou for getting me to read! 💙

(HAHAHA WTF DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?! 😂)

My final King’s Rising thoughts 👑👑

- Gotta love Damianos, King of Akielos, looking down at a broken cart and being like “I’m too privileged to know how to fix this” while Lazar and Pallas fuck unsubtly in the background.

- LAMEN. CRYING. 😭😭😭 Laurent really chose Damen’s high school bully nickname.

- Charls is an actual MVP. He took one look at Laurent and understood the assignment. He’s a cousin to the King of Vere now. He is actually a part of the royal family. Ring bearer at the wedding. I don’t make the rules. And the absolute best part about it is that he never fuckin finds out 😂

- Laurent is having the absolute time of his life. He’s sat there TRASHING Nikandros and telling all these Akeilon sluts to cover their arms and accidentally reinventing the cloth trade. What a legend 😂

- The night they spend at the inn is so so significant. Laurent realising that he’s allowed to have desires and finally being asked what he wants. But also the undercurrent of being scared and confused by what turns him on because of his history. Damn I love that his traumatic experiences don’t disappear just because he has Damen now.

- I also need a whole book about their trip through Akeilos - Laurent being too pale and northern for the heat is SO real lol

- King Damianos promising to end slavery 🥲

- I need Laurent and Nikandros to become friends who tease each other ruthlessly.

- Okay so the kid is Kastor’s. I have to admit, I really do appreciate Jokaste and her sacrifices to a certain degree - not the whole degree - but a certain degree.

- Laurent giving himself over for Damen’s sake and the child. Holy shit the symbolism. Damen hearing the Regent confirm what he already kind of knew about Laurent and going apeshit, and Laurent realising he’s defending him. 💔

- “Throw up quick, we need to go.” Nikandros, I love you.

- Damen just WALKING IN to surrender. He really said all eyes on me you’re not gonna forget this.

- He stands up for Laurent against all the odds and I cannot even imagine what that felt like for Laurent.

- GUION YOU RAT ASS MOTHERFUCKER (I should have seen this coming.)

- And this is why you NEVER cross a mother about the ones she loves - the Regent is being taken down by every child he abused and that is exactly how I wanted him to fall. So satisfying.

- Paschal’s testimony and it all coming together. I ADORE how no character is forgotten or irrelevant once they die. Nicaise, Aimeric and even Govart were significant to the Regent’s downfall. The perfect evidence for the council to acquit Laurent and charge the Regent.

- I have to mention the 11 year old boy and how Laurent protects him when he sees him worry for the Regent upon his execution. He truly doesn’t understand what’s going on and the manipulation runs deep. Laurent broke that cycle of abuse.

- Kastor vs. Damianos - another fight that was always meant to happen and solidified that Kastor cannot be redeemed, even by Damen’s kindness.

- Laurent being the one to kill Kastor was only fitting. He’s fulfilled himself, Auguste, and Damen, and he used something so himself to do it. His wits. I really love that.

- And finally we have two legitimate kings, friends, and lovers. Ruling over two kingdoms that will probably end up one. An absolute perfect ending. ♥️

What an absolute ride. Shoutout C.S. Pacat for an awesome story ♥️…. I start the side stories Friday 😂 Y’all on tumblr have one more job, and that’s to fill my inbox with AO3 links 😉🥰 I have a character song playlist to curate lol

#captive prince #king’s rising #books #Toto reads

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circeyoru · 11 months ago

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{Demonic Companion} Reader's Demon Design + What if LK arrives in Hell as well?

To the people that have yet to read {Demonic Companion} and {What If The Lover is A Killer}, major spoilers, so please read those before reading this. Check the Masterlist for the story.

This request can be found in {Demonic Companion _ Part 2}

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@skyxqueen8

Will you be able to do another one where LK goes to hell? I really want to know what’ll happen to LK when alastor finds out LK is in hell.

Also loved this!!! 🥰🖤🥰🖤

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**Same as before, LK, is the lover with the identity of a killer. But before anything, I’ll start with giving Reader/You a base information on your demon self.

Reader's Demon Design

Demon Title: The Weeping Demon

Demon Species: Demonic Spirit / Ghost Demon

Date of Death: 20XX (as long as it’s a time when technology is quite advanced)

Age of Death: (Adulthood)

Reason of Death: Murdered by LK

Reason to go to Hell: Two reasons. One, when you were young, you summoned a demon, even though you objected to it and advised not to, you still went through with it with your friends. Afterwards, you continued to be the host for the same demon’s return (Alastor able to return to Earth to your side and offer you deals). Two, you were into the paranormal. You have been watching ghost videos and demon huntings, attaching ill-willed spirits and more demons (that Alastor would kill when one’s near you without you knowing). You yourself aren’t aware that these are the exact reasons, you guessed that the demon summoning was the only exact reason and just accepted it since a long time ago

Appearance: Your eyes are pitch back (like Rosie’s and the other cannibals) because your eyes were actually gouged out after death (why do you think Alastor was that offset by your appearance). Wearing what you were having when you were killed during the 1-year anniversary of your relationship with LK, but all torn and deshreveled, like the ends of Alastor coat. As a ‘mark’ of Alastor, more like a lucky charm to instantly know where the other is and teleport to that location, you have a radio dial hair pin in your hair or on your collar

Personality: You’re as charismatic and cheerful as in life, able to approach people with a naive and open mind. But you are perceptive and sharp to manipulation and toxic traits directed at you or people you care for. Your moods can switch pretty quickly, normally, it can switch back the same but it’s not as easy to tell since you’re quite emotionally sensitive. You’re confident and stubborn, but shy if left alone so Alastor is your safe haven and your source of mental boost to be the best you. You are merciful, in a bad way. For example, while you wouldn’t seek revenge outright, you’d be sure the target doesn’t get a good end or when you see Alastor about to devour some demon, you’d suggest that the demons’ screams sounds lovely for his broadcast. You’ve changed to a bit of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, especially when Alastor is around to compare. Think of that meme where you look innocent, but can kill with outsiders and look innocent and is innocent in Alastor’s eyes

Demonic Abilities / Powers:

Your abilities and powers are centered around paranormal, ghosts and the like

Levitation: You naturally hover over the ground without having to do anything, similar to that of a ghost. You can ‘fly’ up, but that would require your concentration. You can also move things without touch, with the wave of a finger in the beginning and later on you can do it with your mind, advancing as Telekinesis

Glitch: You can steal electric power and use it as your own energy (Vox better be careful). Not only that, but you can phase through solid objects without issue when you will it

Invisibility: You can disappear from sight, but people can still feel your aura or sense you near

Chilling Aura: You have a natural cold air around you wherever you go, demons will feel a chill. When your emotions are intense (like in the 2nd spin-off) you have a frail of frost behind you as you travel

Cryokinesis (Ice manipulation): You can create, shape, and manipulate ice, along with freezing water into a solid state (think Elsa, let it goooo)

Possession: You can possess the body of a demon or human (if you go to Earth), even angels. But you must be stronger than them. You can best possess someone when they are unconscious or dead, even better when the person doesn’t have a soul or their soul doesn’t belong to them

Soul Manipulation: You can touch a soul and take it as your own, you’re unable to pass it to another. However, you must be in physical contact with the body of the soul to take it. You can even break contracts, but all you’re doing is shifting the owner of the contract to you, so the contracted soul is still not free. Once you have a soul, you either destroy it to use as your life essence or keep it like in a contract, else the soul will be gone since you can’t return it to the original body

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Now for the actual request

What if LK arrives in Hell as well?

It takes a while and by the time LK does arrive in Hell, you weren’t as shaken by your death and its reason, you’ve also grow a bit dark as you’ve been in Hell a while. Not to mention your boyfriend was the Radio Demon so, you picked up some bad habits. You had a name for yourself as The Weeping Demon since your arrival and first known appearance was you crying while freezing the streets and demons over, but you weren’t among the Overlord ranking

You’ve also had friends with the other Hazbin Hotel residents, closest with Husk. Everyone was basically on the lookout for LK as well, since you’ve become a soft spot for them all, not as much as Alastor, but yeah, you’re well-protected and sheltered. Everyone got your story with Alastor’s comments and were devastated that you met such a fate

Alastor still remembers his order to his minions to capture LK alive and so does his minions even though it looks like he let it go. His murderous bloodlust is only low because you were there with him and he was focused on courting you properly

It happened out of the blue. LK’s arrival. As expected of a killer, LK was quite to act when realized this was Hell and there was basically no rule not to kill. Alastor passed you over to Husk who got the message to distract you while he was gone. You were none the wiser since you were quite used to Alastor leaving you suddenly, you figured it was duties of an Overlord and he would always bring back a gift or two, so you really didn’t mind

Your engagement gift finally arrived. Oh how Alastor wanted to tie the knot for so long. It was a good thing that you didn’t give Vox any interest when he was trying to pursue you to rile up Alastor, but you saw through that TV. When Vox really wanted to pursue you without alternate intensions, it was already too late. Now that you were his and he was yours, all that’s missing was marriage

In Hell, a marriage is tied till one soul disappears, so it’s basically permanent without breaking. It was to declare that the other was taken and so were you. The ultimate contract. Your little friendship would Lucifer would ensure his presence in the ceremony, and help solidify your marriage with him

Going off track. Alastor watched from the shadows of what LK was capable first. Since your powers were unique and terrifying, ones that can land you an Overlord title but you declined, he figured it was better to be on the safe side. Like a hunter, stalk the prey and watch for the perfect moment to strike. He can afford to take it slow, slow and steady wins the hunt

LK was rather ruthless and violent, a crazed smile on the face as body after body fell from the newly earn demonic powers. It seems the shackles that bound LK on Earth was what kept LK somewhat sane and normal from suspicion. That was what tricked you to your untimely death

When Alastor deemed that there was nothing to cautious about, he stepped out of the shadows and approached the raging LK and the masscre. “Greetings! My fellow hellish soul!”

LK turned around, raising a brow, “And who are you?”

“Alastor! I’d say it was a pleasure, but it really isn’t considering your actions to my beloved.” Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he glared dangerously at the smaller demon with his smile stretching too wide to be considered welcoming

“The ****. I don’t even know you. We just met.” LK rained back with a look of disgust

Ah, modern people and their rudeness. How did LK get you to crush on them for so long until the unthinkable happened? It really irked him. But he’ll blame it on his denial and wrong timing. Alastor laughed, “Oh we’ve met! Surely you forgot since time has passed and you’ve only met me that one time. Here, I’ll give you a hint.”

Shifting into a human form, Alastor revealed the biggest twist. Alastor watched with a sickly glee as LK’s face turned to shock and fear. “You’re… You’re that…”

“Ah, what was the modern term you youngsters use? Third wheel? Lightbulb? Hahaha, no matter! No longer am I fit for those terms. Your lovely lover and victim is now mine.” Alastor laughed as he swirled with his staff. “Oh you poor poor soul.”

LK growled back, “What’s that have to do with me then? You want a rematch? I bet [Reader] only went for you because I killed her, if I didn’t—”

“Oh, but you did. Broke my darling’s poor heart.” Static rose to a deafly tune as Alastor’s form shifted to a more demonic one. “You never should have had the pleasure of taking up my dear’s time.”

After Alastor had his fun, he took the long route back to the hotel, his shadows dragging behind the body of LK that’s still alive but too exhausted and traumatized to do any struggling

When you heard the hotel door open and the sound of static, you immediately floated over to Alastor and greeted him with a tight hug that Alastor returned as well. You quickly peeked over to see what was in the shadow’s gasps. “What’s that?”

“Ah.” Alastor let go of you and sharped his claws before, plunging it into LK’s chest and ripped the beating heart out. Alastor kneeled down and presented it to you, “My dearest love, I’d offer you my heart but I’m afraid you’ll reject the offer, so I give you a suitable substitute. The heart of one LK.”

Your eyes widened as you doubled back to the body. For better or worse, demons can’t be killed unless it was an angelic weapon, so you were positive that LK was suffering greatly with this act Alastor was putting on. You turned your attention back to Alastor, a red dot appearing in your black eyes to show your intense focus

Alastor grinned, as he sang, “My dear, if you’ll have me.” His shadow appeared and took your hand, afraid he’d dirty you with the blood of that filth, the shadow copy of Alastor smile and held up an open box that made you gasp. “Will you be mine and I be yours? For all of eternity.”

You giggled, a laugh so familiar to when you were alive, and threw yourself at Alastor, making him drop the heart to cradle you. “A thousand times, infinity yes!”

Alastor got up and dipped you down after a twirl and placed a kiss on your soft lips. “Mine.”

You smiled back, “So are you.”

Bonus!

Angel: So what do we do with this body now?

Husk: It’s still breathing

Vaggie: Throw it out?

Pentious: Slave for the hotel?

You: No need, we can handle it (smiling innocently) I’ve been wanting to want how to use a shotgun and Alastor’s teaching me. LK’s size is perfect for target practice

Everyone (except Alastor and you): (shiver)

Alastor: Oh, isn’t my beloved charming?

Everyone (except Alastor and you): Match made in Hell…

Note: I nearly forgot about this request since it's not in the inbox area.

Circe Y.

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The Legend~

Childe(Ajax) x F. Reader (angst)

A/n: you guys…it is 4 in the morning and I have not slept yet🥲✌️ but I hope you all enjoy this chapter and story. I really had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading! But enough of me talking, let’s get onto the reading! Thank you again and have a great day/night my lovelies🥰🥰

As I strolled down the sidewalk, anticipation bubbled within me for yet another mission with Ajax. Despite the short notice, my excitement overshadowed any inconvenience. Ajax’s enthusiasm for my company mirrored my own, filling me with a warm sense of camaraderie. I had initially planned to spend time with Jean, but when I explained the situation, she graciously understood.

She playfully teased me about Ajax, insinuating a romantic connection that wasn’t there. Despite my protests, she persisted with a knowing smirk, leaving me flustered but amused.

——

“Okay, well when you get back, you and I are going to have a girls day out.” Jean said, a smirk coming to her face.

“And…try not to have too much fun with that boyfriend of yours.” She teased, making your face heat up

“Shut up, Jean. He’s not my boyfriend…we are just friends!” You retorted.

She just chuckled in disbelief.

“Yeah, okay. Just friends…we will stick with that for now.”

——

"Now, you were just moments away from Ajax. Moments away from the man who enveloped you in warmth and joy, who effortlessly brought laughter to your lips when you needed it most. Your heart fluttered with anticipation as his familiar, comforting voice reached your ears. With a quickened pace, you approached, a smile spreading across your face at the sight of his tousled hair.

However, as you finally reached him, your joy faltered at the presence of another girl – the infamous traveler, Lumine.

"Oh, n/n! I thought I had told you... I guess I forgot in the midst of everything," Ajax said, his smile directed towards Lumine.

"Tell me what?" you inquired, a knot forming in your stomach.

"Well... I actually don't need you for this mission this week. Lumine offered to help, and I couldn't refuse. She's quite renowned around here. So, you're free to do whatever you want!" Ajax's words stung, a pang of hurt piercing your chest. Despite years of fighting alongside him, you couldn't shake the feeling of being second choice. Yet, you managed to mask your disappointment with a forced acceptance.

"O-Oh... well, alright. If you'd rather go with her, then I suppose it's an opportunity for me to rest," you replied, attempting to quell the rising jealousy within you.

Ajax's smile and pat on your shoulder did little to ease the sting. "Thanks, y/n! I knew you'd understand! I'll catch up with you another time. How about joining me on my next mission? Next week?" he proposed.

Your smile returned, though tinged with a hint of sadness. "Sure! I'd love that."

"Great! See you then! Take care, n/n!" With that, Ajax departed with Lumine, leaving you with a fading smile and a heavy heart.

As they disappeared from view, your once-wide smile faded into a solemn frown. With a soft sigh, you turned on your heel, making your way back to Jean to relay what had transpired."

*****

"He did what!?" Jean's voice rang out with fury, her fists slamming onto the table. You couldn't help but widen your eyes, taken aback by Jean's uncharacteristic outburst.

"Jean, calm down. It's really not a big deal," you attempted to reassure her, though her agitation was palpable.

"No! He stood you up! Left you in the dust to be with that girl!" Jean's frustration boiled over, her tone laced with indignation.

"Lumine," you interjected softly, trying to bring a semblance of reason to the conversation.

"I don't care what her name is! What matters is that he abandoned my best friend," Jean retorted, her frustration evident in every word.

"Jean, please. He promised we can go another time. He even suggested I join him on his next mission," you explained, hoping to quell her anger.

"And you believe him? After what he did just now?" Jean's skepticism was palpable, her doubt weighing heavily in the air.

"Well... yeah," you replied hesitantly, feeling a pang of uncertainty.

Jean scoffed, turning away from you in frustration. "He made a mistake, Jean! I'm sure he didn't mean to. He just—" you started, attempting to defend Ajax.

"No. Don't make excuses for him. He's not a child anymore. Anyone with an ounce of decency would have known better," Jean interrupted, her voice tinged with disappointment.

You sighed, watching as Jean composed herself. "Sorry... it's just... I hate seeing you hurt. You're like the sister I never had. And when someone hurts someone close to me, I just... lose it," Jean confessed, her anger subsiding into a softer tone.

"I understand, Jean... but give him another chance. I truly believe this is just a one-time thing. He won't do it again. I know it," you reassured her, offering a small smile.

Jean looked away, lost in thought for a moment. After a deep breath, she relented. "Okay. If you trust him, then I guess I should too," she conceded with a smile.

"Good. Now, enough about him. Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving!" you suggested, pulling her out of her chair.

"You read my mind," Jean replied with a giggle, the tension between you gradually dissipating as you turned your attention to more pleasant matters.

*****

I woke up with excitement once again. Today was the day! The day I get to hang out with Ajax and go on an adventure with him for the weekend! I quickly got out of bed, took a shower, and got ready.

I grabbed my sword and ran out of the house, not wasting a minute. I scurried around people, finding my way to Ajax’s and our meetup spot—a lonely little area just outside Mondstadt. It took me a good 30 minutes to get there, but I made it just on time. And there he was, waiting... but again... he was not alone.

"Hey Ajax! I’m here!" I said, my smile faltering just a bit as I, once again, saw Lumine.

“Oh… hey n/n… hey listen-“ He started, but I cut him off.

“Are you ditching me again?” My voice quieted a bit, betraying my disappointment.

He looked away from me, avoiding my saddened eyes. “Look, y/n. This is a really tough mission… and it requires someone with a lot of strength and skill-“

“Are you saying I don’t have those?” I interjected, hurt evident in my tone.

“No! Not at all… but you don’t exactly have any… abilities… visions if you will. Lumine here does,” he explained, his words feeling like a blow to my heart.

“Oh…” I could barely muster a response, my disappointment weighing heavily on me.

“Look, n/n… I just don’t want you to get hurt. That’s all!” He tried to defend himself.

I looked up at him and nodded. “It’s okay, Ajax. I understand. I appreciate that you care for me that way. I’ll just see you next time. Maybe we could just hang out when you get back?” I suggested, trying to hide my disappointment.

“Well… Lumine and I were actually going to go out after our mission,” he added, crushing my hopes even further.

“Out?” I repeated, the disappointment evident in my voice.

“Yeah! You know, hang out for a bit. Show her around town and all that.”

“Oh. Okay. Well then how about the wee-“ I started, but he cut me off.

“How about I just contact you when I’m available? That way we can spend all day together! Does that sound good?” He asked, making me nod weakly.

“Y-Yeah. Sure!” I forced a smile, attempting to mask my disappointment.

He then placed his hand on my head. “Thanks for being so cooperative with me, n/n. I appreciate it.”

“Of course!” I replied, forcing cheerfulness into my tone.

“Well, we had better get going then. See ya later, n/n!” He yelled, grabbing Lumine's hand and running away.

I went back home, spending the rest of my day there. I didn’t tell Jean though. I just told her I was called on another trip that was more important.

******

As you lay in bed, tears streaming down your face, you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal and inadequacy. Did Ajax really think you were too weak to fight alongside him? Despite not having a vision, you had proven yourself countless times in battle, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ajax against formidable foes. Yet, his actions spoke volumes, leaving you questioning your worth as a fighter and as a friend.

The presence of Lumine only exacerbated your turmoil. While everyone seemed enamored by her, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered whenever she was around. It was as if she held secrets, hidden behind her flawless facade. Perhaps it was just your own insecurities magnified by the situation with Ajax, but the doubt gnawed at you relentlessly.

With a heavy heart, you turned over in bed, unable to find solace in sleep. The events of the day replayed in your mind, tormenting you with thoughts of what could have been. Yet, despite the pain and uncertainty, you resolved to let it go, at least for the night. Dwelling on it further would only serve to deepen the wounds already inflicted.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, willing yourself to find peace amidst the chaos. Tomorrow was a new day, and with it, the possibility of clarity and resolution. For now, all you could do was surrender to the embrace of sleep, hoping that the morning would bring a sense of renewal and understanding.

*******

Months had passed since Ajax reached out to you. What’s worse is that he had been spending all of that time with Lumine. You want to speak with him? Sorry, he’s busy talking with Lumine. You want to spar with him? No chance, as he is already with Lumine. You want to hangout, even if it's just for a few minutes? No can do missy. He can’t waste any time now that he's hanging out with Lumine.

He was really getting on your nerves. He sometimes acted like you didn’t even exist to him and just straight up ignored you.

You had been so understanding with him, very fluid even.

You reached out to him today to see if he could hang out with you, but again, he denied. He said he had to babysit his little brother, who you knew very well as you had been his training teacher.

Unfortunately, as you were walking down the streets of Mondstat, you managed to see him and Lumine together…again.

The anger that simmered beneath the surface threatened to boil over as you realized Ajax had once again brushed you aside, opting to spend his time with Lumine instead.

With each rejection, each snub, Ajax's actions chipped away at your patience and understanding. How could he treat you this way after all you had been through together? The hurt and betrayal gnawed at your heart, fueling the fire of resentment that burned within you.

Finally reaching your breaking point, you confronted Ajax, your voice cutting through the air like a blade.

“Ajax!” You yelled, catching his and everyone else’s attention.

He was chuckling with Lumine, his arm wrapped around her.

Your suspicions had been confirmed about them…they had finally become a couple…just like that.

You felt hurt, angry, and sad.

When Ajax heard your voice, he turned with fear in his eyes as he realized he had been caught.

“N/n! W-What are you-“

*smack*

Everyone gasped as you slapped Ajax across the face. He looked at you with shock written all over his face

Tears were welling up in your eyes

“How could you!?”

He just stared down at you with confusion

“How could you just lie to me? Is that what you've been doing all this time? You’ve been lying to me? So you can be with her?!” You yelled as short sobs came out of your mouth.

“N/n…I-“

“Don’t ‘n/n’ me.” You interrupted

“After all these years, a girl suddenly comes in and just makes you change how you treat me!? For months, I have been nothing but understanding towards you! I even missed out on big events just to hang out with you, only to be turned down by you…even though you were the one who ‘promised’ to be with me on another occasion! Just so you could be with a girl you barely even know! She could be an enemy for all we know” You lashed out. Suddenly, Diluc and Kaeya came out to stop you. Ajax's attempts to explain fell on deaf ears as your anger boiled over, drowning out any semblance of reason. The intervention of Diluc and Kaeya was a distant echo in the chaos of your fury as you pushed them away, unwilling to be restrained.

In that moment, all you could see was the betrayal etched on Ajax's face, a painful reminder of the shattered trust that lay between you. As the crowd murmured in hushed tones around you, you stood there, raw and vulnerable, grappling with the wreckage of a friendship torn asunder.

"Get off of me!" you yelled at them, your voice trembling with rage and hurt.

They hesitated for a moment, exchanging uncertain glances, but ultimately stepped back, allowing you to confront Ajax without interference.

Ajax stood before you, shock still etched on his features, his hand reaching up to touch the reddening imprint of your slap on his cheek.

"N/n, I... I didn't mean to..." he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

"Don't you dare try to justify this," you spat, your voice thick with emotion. "You've been lying to me, Ajax. Sneaking around with her behind my back, making excuses, ignoring me... Do you have any idea how that feels?"

"I-I didn't want to hurt you, n/n," Ajax stammered, desperation creeping into his voice. "I just... Lumine and I, we... it's complicated."

"Complicated? Complicated doesn't give you the right to treat me like I'm nothing," you shot back, tears now streaming down your cheeks unchecked. "You've been my partner, my friend for years, and now you throw it all away for some girl you barely know?"

Ajax opened his mouth to respond.

”Lumine is not just some girl! She’s special and she has done so much for our community!” He yelled back, growing frustrated with you.

"I don't want to hear it," you said, your voice cracking with emotion. "I trusted you, Ajax. I believed in you. And you've betrayed that trust in the worst possible way."

You stopped suddenly when you heard whispers going around you.

“Is she insane? Lumine could never hurt us!”

“She must be drunk.”

“She has no rights speaking that way of Lumine when she has done nothing for us.”

The murmurs around you cut deep, each word like a dagger to your wounded heart. But it was Ajax’s words that truly shattered your world. As he approached, his glare intensified, his voice laced with anger and disdain.

“You should leave,” he spat, his tone harsh and unforgiving. “Before you make everyone else mad. The way you speak about Lumine is unforgiving and unjust! You have no right to talk about her when you don’t even know who she truly is”

Your own anger surged in response. “Me!? What about you!?” you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion.

But Ajax’s response was like a final blow, leaving you reeling. “Enough! Go…you have done enough damage already. You have no right to talk about her like that, especially when she has done way more for this place than you ever have! All you can do is fight with a steel sword! You don’t even have a vision! Compared to her, you are nothing! A nobody!.”

His words pierced through you, leaving you feeling small and insignificant. The hatred in his eyes was like a knife to your heart, each word a painful reminder of the bond you thought you shared.

You looked around and saw everyone stare at you with the same look, even Diluc and Kaeya.

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you felt the sting of betrayal deep within your chest. Fine. If that’s what they want, then that’s what they’ll get.

You left the vicinity, tears streaming down your face, each step heavy with the weight of disappointment and hurt. Returning home, you collapsed onto your bed, your emotions a tumultuous storm raging within you.

******

Gazing at the picture of you and Ajax, memories of happier times flooded your mind. But now, those moments felt like distant echoes of a past that could never be reclaimed. With a surge of anger, you snatched the frame and hurled it to the ground, the glass shattering into a thousand shards mirroring the brokenness of your heart.

As you stared at the ruined photograph, Ajax's words echoed in your mind like a cruel mantra. "You have no right speaking about Lumine like that… you don’t even have a vision like her. You are nothing."

Curling up into a ball, you surrendered to the overwhelming wave of sorrow, your sobs echoing in the empty room. The pain of rejection and abandonment was almost too much to bear, leaving you feeling utterly alone and powerless.

Exhausted from the emotional turmoil, you drifted into a fitful sleep on the cold floor, your dreams haunted by echoes of lost friendships and shattered illusions.

*******

The next morning dawned with a pounding headache, a harsh reminder of the pain you couldn't escape. With a groan, you struggled to rise from your makeshift bed and stumbled to the sink, seeking solace in the promise of relief.

But as you opened the door, hope flickered within you at the sight of a note lying on your doorstep. Rushing forward, you eagerly seized it, praying for a sign of reconciliation from Ajax.

However, your hopes were swiftly dashed as you read the contents of the letter, each word like a dagger to your wounded spirit. It was a scathing rebuke from an anonymous sender, condemning you for your actions and branding you an embarrassment.

With a heavy heart, you crumpled the note in your hand, the weight of shame and rejection bearing down on you once more.

You saw a couple more next to your door, all the same types of letters. All of them belittling you for being worthless compared to Lumine or Ajax.

You crumpled up the papers and tossed them into the crackling fire, watching as they turned to ash before your eyes. But one stubborn piece refused to burn, its edges kissed by the flames but remaining untouched by their destructive force. Puzzled, you tried to push it deeper into the fire, but it stubbornly resisted, glowing with a strange golden light.

Frowning, you retrieved the unburnt paper from the fire, feeling its coolness against your fingertips. As you unfolded it, you were greeted by a mysterious emblem and a cryptic message, signed "L.E."

“Meet me in the forest near the old abandoned house you used to go to. There are some things we must discuss.”

Intrigued but skeptical, you dismissed it as junk and tore it up, tossing the pieces onto your table.

However, to your astonishment, the torn paper remained intact, defying the laws of nature. You couldn't help but feel a shiver of unease creeping down your spine as you approached the inexplicable phenomenon.

With a mixture of disbelief and curiosity, you read the message again, finding new words written elegantly on the paper, urging you to stop trying to destroy it and come talk to this mysterious figure named L.E.

Skeptical yet intrigued, you chuckled to yourself at the absurdity of the situation. Were you seriously considering meeting a stranger in the forest based on a bizarre message? Despite your doubts, a nagging feeling urged you to investigate further, curiosity tugging at your resolve.

…

Eh, why not. You’ve got nothing else to lose.

You folded the paper and stuffed it in your shoe, making sure it didn’t escape. You grabbed a new set of clothes and changed into them, grabbing a bag and a sword just in case. You looked back at your house and sighed

“Well, this might be it, big guy. Thanks for keeping me warm and safe. Hopefully you’ll do the same for another person.” You said as you went on your way.

You weren’t sure where this was going to go, but a part of you was excited to finally get out and explore…even if it meant endangering your life.

-time skip-

After a trek of about an hour, you arrived at the designated area, encountering minimal obstacles along the way. As you waited by the old house, anticipation building with each passing minute, you scanned the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of your mysterious correspondent.

“I see you got my note,” a feminine voice cut through the silence, startling you. Reflexively, you drew your sword, ready to confront the unseen presence behind you, only to find yourself instantly thwarted.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you beheld an older woman effortlessly holding your weapon with just two fingers.

“That’s quite enough of that, my dear. Your weapons pale in comparison to my abilities,” she declared with an air of authority.

“Who are you? And what do you want from me?” you inquired, your voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

She chuckled softly. “Straight to the point, just like your ancestor, Atlas.”

“What?” you queried, your confusion mounting. She regarded you with a quizzical expression.

“You mean to tell me you don’t know who I am?” she asked incredulously.

You shook your head at her question about your knowledge of your family history.

“Oh dear…your parents must not have taught you anything then…especially not about your family history. Well, I guess I’ll have to fill you in. But first, let’s relax with some tea. It’s quite soothing,” she suggested, conjuring a teapot out of thin air and pouring a warm, fragrant brew into a cup.

“How did you-“

“Tea first, questions later,” she interrupted gently, offering you a cup.

You hesitated, but her calm demeanor put you at ease, so you decided to take a sip. The tea was surprisingly delightful, its smooth flavor calming your nerves.

“Nice, isn’t it?” she remarked with a soft smile.

“Very…” you agreed, taking another sip.

“Now, let’s talk about why I’ve asked you here,” she continued, pouring more tea into your cup before launching into her tale.

“My name is Lady Eleanor. And I'm here to be your guide.”

“Guide? For what?” you inquired, taking another sip of the soothing tea.

“For your destiny, my dear,” she replied, her tone serious but kind.

“Destiny? What do you mean?” you asked, intrigued.

“You, my dear y/n, have a significant role to play,” she explained.

“Role? What role?” you pressed, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“You are meant to become the next guardian of a powerful force,” she revealed.

“Guardian? Of what?” you questioned, trying to grasp the magnitude of her words.

“For a unique and potent element,” she answered cryptically.

You sat in silence, absorbing her words and contemplating their implications, as she began to unravel the ancient history of your lineage and its connection to a remarkable element created thousands of years ago.

“Let me take you back to ancient times, nearly 30,000 years ago, when your ancestors forged a rare and powerful element. Among them were seven siblings, each endowed with a unique elemental vision. Scarlett wielded the fiery pyro vision, Evelyn mastered the Anemo vision, and Willow possessed the aqueous hydro vision. Ezra commanded the earthy geo vision, Axel harnessed the electric power of electro, Rowan controlled the frosty Cryo, and Atlas, the youngest and bravest, was attuned to the verdant Dendro.” She began

“Together, these siblings maintained harmony in the world, training others to wield elemental powers and fostering a utopian society. They worked in harmony, each contributing their elemental gifts to sustain peace and stability. In times of cold, the pyro wielders brought warmth, while hydro wielders nurtured the land with water in times of drought.”

“But envy and malice lurked in the heart of one man, Elias. Fueled by jealousy, he sought to claim the siblings' accolades for himself. Learning the secrets of pyro, hydro, and geo, he launched a devastating assault on the siblings, systematically defeating all but one.”

I stared at her, intrigued in all of this new information.

“Atlas, determined to protect his kin, merged the remaining visions, unwittingly creating a new element—Light. This act of courage and sacrifice marked the dawn of a new era, as evidenced by the emblem you received in the letter from me.”

She finished.

“This is the Light element, the pinnacle of elemental power. Atlas wielded it to not only control light but also to command the other elements, a feat that saved the world from certain chaos and destruction. Elias, his adversary, stood no chance against such unimaginable power. After his heroic deed, Atlas was revered as the almighty Archon, worshiped by all, though he sought only to protect and defend against evil. His lifespan extended significantly due to his newfound abilities, allowing him to safeguard humanity for centuries.”

"Centuries? Really?" You asked incredulously.

"Indeed," Lady Eleanor confirmed. "His descendants inherited this gift, passing it down through generations. But after the 10th host, the pattern ceased. The desire for the Light element waned, and subsequent hosts failed to master the seven elements. Now, you, y/n, have the opportunity to revive this legacy, to honor your ancestors and make a difference."

You were stunned by her words, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of such a monumental task. "Learning all seven elements!? It’s hard enough learning just one! I can’t do that!" you protested.

Lady Eleanor scoffed at your hesitation. "Of course, you can! Your ancestors did it, so why can't you?"

You faltered, struggling to find a rebuttal. "I...because...you..."

"No excuses. We must start training before it's too late," she insisted, gently nudging you forward.

"Too late?" You echoed, feeling a mixture of apprehension and determination settling in.

She turned to you with a grim expression.

"Every 1000 years, a new host is chosen... but that's because Elias' darkness resurfaces every millennium. Hence, these past millennia have been so tumultuous."

"I thought you said Elias was defeated!?" you interjected.

"He was defeated... but not his darkness," Lady Eleanor clarified. "You see, when a wielder uses their abilities for evil, their minds become corrupted by the elements. It's a matter of being one with the elements, using them for good, or being consumed by them. Elias, in his pursuit of power, created a new element—darkness. His malevolent magic endured beyond his demise, choosing a new host every 1000 years and taking control of their mind. And with each passing millennium, it grows stronger. This darkness drives people to commit unspeakable acts, and if it were to overpower the light element... well, the consequences would be catastrophic."

"But what about the 11th, 12th, 13th, and 14th hosts? Didn't the darkness defeat them?" you inquired, but she shook her head.

"For the darkness to truly triumph, it must vanquish the light element physically. As there hasn't been a true light elemental host in millennia, the darkness hasn't had the chance to prevail. However, with you as the new firstborn of the l/n family, you're the chosen one to confront this darkness. But we must commence your training now, before it's too late. The darkness typically doesn't manifest until a few years later, so time is of the essence. Are you in?"

You gazed at her incredulously. "How do I know I can trust you? I don't even know you personally," you challenged.

"I am Lady Eleanor, your trainer, tasked with preparing you to become the next host for the Light element," she affirmed with a smile.

"Yeah, but how do I know you're qualified to be a trainer? How do you know what to do?" you pressed.

She smiled knowingly. "Fight me, and you'll see," she proposed, prompting you to balk.

"No way! I'm not fighting an older woman like you! It's unethical!" you protested.

Suddenly, a gust of wind knocked you off the log you were perched on.

“What the hell!?” you exclaimed, as Lady Eleanor smirked.

“Come on, fight me. Or are you too weak? Just like that boy told you yesterday,” she taunted, causing your eyes to widen.

“How do you—”

“I’m well acquainted with everything happening around these parts, my dear. After all, I call this place home,” she explained, her smile widening.

“Now, are you going to fight me? Or just stand there looking pretty?” She said, making you frustrated.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” you replied, determined not to back down from the challenge.

You lunged at her with your sword, only to find a massive rock materialize between you, denting your weapon.

“My sword!” you cried out in frustration, glaring at Lady Eleanor.

Undeterred, you charged at her again, but she effortlessly disarmed you and swiftly countered your moves. Despite your efforts, you found yourself face-planted on the ground, feeling a mix of embarrassment and determination.

Lady Eleanor extended a hand to assist you to your feet, her expression softened with understanding. "You're too slow and too consumed by negative emotions," she advised gently, her voice carrying the wisdom of experience. "Inner peace is key, even in the midst of battle."

As you regained your footing, her words sank in, reminding you of the importance of maintaining a clear mind and calm demeanor, even in the face of adversity.

"I have been everyone's trainer besides Atlas'," Lady Eleanor continued, her gaze reflecting a mix of reverence and nostalgia. "He was the one who trained me... for I am the second holder of the light element."

Her revelation about being the second holder of the light element left you speechless, your eyes widening in astonishment.

“Show me then!” you demanded eagerly, hoping for a glimpse of her power.

But Lady Eleanor shook her head regretfully. “I cannot. Once I had my children, I made the choice to relinquish my light vision to be with them. It was a decision between keeping the light element or keeping my family.” she explained

“You chose what was most important to you?” you queried, seeking reassurance.

She nodded solemnly in response, her sincerity evident in her eyes.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” you pressed, your skepticism surfacing once more.

In response, Lady Eleanor lifted her wrist, revealing the luminous symbol of the light element engraved upon it. Its brilliance spoke volumes, validating her words without the need for further explanation.

“When a new holder for this element has succeeded in obtaining the gift, a symbol is engraved in their wrist for eternity. This is how you can trust me.” She said

You gasped in realization, finally grasping the authenticity of her words. “You… you really are telling the truth!” you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and relief flooding through you, making her roll her eyes in amusement.

“I’ve only been trying to say that about a hundred times,” she quipped with a hint of playful exasperation. Then, extending her hand toward you, she posed the ultimate question, “Are you in? Or are you out? The choice is yours.”

You hesitated, contemplating the weight of the decision before you. Did you truly want this responsibility, with the fate of humanity resting in your hands?

But Lady Eleanor’s reminder echoed in your mind: “Remember… a real warrior never backs down from a challenge. Are you a true warrior?”

With a newfound determination burning within you, you looked up at her and met her gaze squarely. Without a moment’s hesitation, you reached out and clasped her hand firmly, resolving to prove to yourself and everyone else that you were capable of far more than they ever imagined.

“Let’s do this.”

-back with Ajax-

It had been weeks since Ajax had last seen y/n. He felt horrible for what he said…but a part of him didn’t as well and that just made him feel worse. He had tried to reach out to you, but you never responded to him. He decided to go to Jean to see if she knew what was up with you.

*****

Ajax's frustration boiled over as he questioned Jean. "You and y/n are practically sisters! How can you not know where she is?"

Jean met his gaze, her tone gentle yet firm. "And you've been best friends with her since birth, Childe." She replied, making Ajax scoff.

"Then where is she if neither of us knows?" Ajax demanded, his impatience evident.

Jean paused. "Let's go check her house. I've been concerned about her too," she suggested, lying through her teeth. She rose to her feet with determination.

*****

The two knocked urgently on your door, their voices echoing through the empty house. With no response, Ajax's worry escalated, prompting him to kick the door open.

"Childe!"

"What? It could be an emergency," he defended, his concern palpable.

Inside, they called out for you, but the silence only deepened their apprehension. Their shock was evident as they surveyed the barren rooms, stripped of your belongings.

"What the hell?!" Ajax exclaimed, while Jean moved about the space.

Meanwhile, Ajax ascended the stairs to your room, his anxiety mounting. Upon entering, his heart clenched at the sight of the empty space. However, amidst the absence, one object remained—a broken picture frame. Carefully, he retrieved it from the floor, his chest heavy as he recognized the photo within. It was a picture of you and him from childhood.

"She... kept this? After all these years?" he murmured, his voice laced with emotion.

"It looks like she left it behind too... especially after you broke her heart with your harsh words," Jean revealed.

"What do you mean?" Ajax asked, confusion clouding his expression.

"Don't play dumb with me. She told me everything you said to her. And believe me, if she allowed me, I would've killed you already. But she made me promise not to, as long as she promised to pay me a visit every now and then after she left," Jean explained, her tone tinged with resentment.

"You knew she left!?" Ajax's voice rose in anger, his glare fixed on Jean.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me!?"

"Why should I? It's not like you would've cared anyways! You were a total dick to her, and I'm glad she's far away from here! Away from you!" Jean retorted, her own frustration boiling over.

“Well then why’d you even decide to come with me? Huh?”

”I don’t owe you any explanation.” She yelled back

Ajax stepped closer, his anger flaring. "You little—"

"Say it! Will it make you feel better? Especially knowing that you were the reason she left?” She yelled at him.

”You called her a nobody….said she was nothing. After everything she’s done for you….You should be ashamed of yourself, Childe" Jean interrupted, her words piercing through Ajax's defenses.

Now visibly shaken, Ajax recoiled, his hurt evident on his face.

"Now that you know everything, I'm going to leave. I don't want to see your face ever again…" Jean declared, turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her.

Ajax stared at the door, then down at the photo. He didn’t know what to feel…he was…confused. But why? He had Lumine…that’s all that mattered…right? It shouldn’t matter that you were gone…

But no matter what excuses he made for himself…he couldn’t get over the fact that he had lost you…his best friend…maybe something even more than just best friends…

Then and there is when he truly felt regret as tears started to fill up in his eyes…

”What have I done?”

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maidragoste · 2 years ago

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You're doing the right thing

Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: After an argument with your brother, you need someone to tell you that you are doing the right things and that your husband is there to support you.

It is part of the universe of the queen and her husbands but I think it can be read independently.

I MISSED WRITING AEMOND… I still feel like the ending was strange, sorry, I have to get used to writing it again 😓😓

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

"I hate you!"

Aemond heard Viserys's shout and the door was flung open. The boy barely looked at him and continued walking, taking steps. The man watched until Viserys disappeared from his sight as the boy turned into another hallway. A part of Aemond wanted to go find his nephew, drag him to you, and force him to apologize. But he knew that would only make the situation worse.

The prince entered the chambers. His anger against your brother increased when he saw your slumped posture and your palms hiding your face. It wasn't the first time he saw you like this. You often found yourself in that position ever since Viserys had returned to court.

When that family from Lys showed up saying they had Rhaenyra Targaryen's youngest son with them, he and Aegon thought it was a hoax but realized it wasn't fake when they saw how you and Egg seemed to have gotten back together. life when they met the child. The melancholic Egg finally seemed to act like a child and he couldn't stop smiling while you couldn't stop hugging your brothers. Having Viserys back with you brought joy to your life. But also headaches.

"He doesn't mean it," your husband said rushing to your side.

"My mother should be taking care of this," you muttered to yourself.

You feel frustrated because it was your duty as an older sister to take care of Viserys. But you felt that you were fulfilling the role of mother. Your mother should be the one arguing with him and try to make him understand the situation. She should be the one enduring Viserys' anger and his yelling. You were sure that she would do the same as you because Viserys is a baby. He shouldn't be married at such a young age and the thought that he already consummated his marriage made you want to vomit.

"Please, tell me I'm not going crazy and that I'm not wrong," you asked, uncovering your face so you could see Aemond.

"Make me a place," he asked so you got up from the chair and let him sit down and then settle you on his lap. You rested your head on his chest and you felt a little better listening to your husband's heartbeat, whenever you were too anxious listening to his heartbeat calmed you down, and how he hugged you around the waist with one arm

“Of course, you're not crazy,” he said as he used his other hand to gently stroke your hair. “You're doing the right thing. He can't stay married to that girl. Breaking up the marriage was the best"

"I forced her to drink moon tea," you admitted sadly, remembering how you made the guards hold Larra Rogare down while you gave her the tea to drink. Your brother was a child and a child shouldn't be having a baby, he shouldn't be a father so you did what you had to do to prevent it. Despite that, you weren't proud of the way you handled the situation, you wished the girl would have taken the tea willingly.

“Again you did the right thing” he kissed your forehead “Viserys is only 12 years old. He can't be a father,” Aemond said, feeling uncomfortable remembering how young his sister was when Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were born. Obviously, Viserys wouldn't be the one to bear his children but the thought of the child having to take care of a baby was so strange. Viserys had many things to learn before fulfilling the role of being a father.

“What if I'm taking his happiness away from him?” you asked in a whisper. You were sure of your decision. You couldn't allow your brother's marriage to continue or to continue sharing a bed. You couldn't let that Lyx family take advantage of him. But you feared that by removing Larra Rogare from King's Landing you would bring unhappiness to your brother. You wanted to believe that eventually, he would get over it but you were afraid that he would end up just like Egg. You loved Egg with all your soul but he had hard days where you couldn't get him out of his bed, days when he seemed lost in himself and you had to fight to feed or clean him. You didn't know if you would be able to bear seeing your two little brothers like this.

"What do you mean?" he asked confused.

"He says that he loves her and that I'm taking her happiness away from him," you said putting aside the insults and nasty comments about you and your husbands that Viserys made in the discussion.

"He thinks he loves her because he was held captive with her family," Aemond said with a frown.

You remained silent, you had said the same words to Viserys and he replied that in case you were not in love with your husbands either because her family held you captive. But it was different. You had fallen in love with Aemond before the war, and he did not marry you just for power. You secretly got married without knowing that there would soon be a war. The Rogare took advantage of a child that no one was looking for because everyone believed him dead. Your situation with Aemond and Aegon was nothing like that. They didn't take advantage of you.

"I know. I told him"

“Listen to me, he will grow up and in time he will realize that you were right. Give him time ”Aemond promised, kissing you now on the cheek, managing to get a small smile out of you“ When he grows up and marries a girl his age who really loves him, he will thank you on his knees ”

"Viserys will never do that" you rolled your eyes in amusement at your husband's exaggeration. Aemond was not one to exaggerate. You knew he was just doing it in an attempt to amuse you and you were very appreciative of that. "He is too proud"

As soon as you finished saying those words, the door was flung open. You were instantly up from Aemond's lap as Egg and Viserys entered. You ran to them when you saw that Viserys's cheek was red, with the clear mark of a hand. Soon your hands were on Viserys's face, carefully lifting his chin for more blows.

"What happened?" you asked concerned.

Aemond already knew what happened, you were so aware of Viserys's injury that you didn't notice how Egg was looking at Viserys with a cold fury. It wasn't normal to see the boy angry and when he was generally it was because someone had disrespected you (which didn't happen often because you're the queen and only an idiot would dare insult you). Aemond stopped himself from smiling. There was a reason Egg was the best he liked out of your brothers.

"Viserys came to apologize," Aegon said seriously.

"Aegon!" you said horrified realizing that he was responsible for the mark on your other brother's face “Don't do that again. Whatever problems Viserys and I have will be resolved without the need for violent intervention,” you declared, scowling at Aegon.

"He was being an idiot to you and he needed to realize it," your brother answered, crossing his arms and looking at Viserys with a raised eyebrow. Still waiting for him to apologize to you.

"I'm sorry," Viserys murmured.

You sighed before catching them both in a hug. "I don't want this to happen again, don't fight over me," you asked as you stroked Aegon's hair.

Aemond watched feeling satisfied because no matter what happened he knew that Egg would always defend you and he could always count on him to make Viserys think again. Aemond just wanted to see you happy and your brothers were a big part of happiness along with your children.

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*clears throat and leans into the mic* oc update. *disappears*

Hey!

So. I figured out a bit more about my shadow company oc, and I need to share it so here’s what it is:

I decided I didn’t want him to be a soldier, we already have plenty of those, and I know we already have a medic. I was originally thinking about making him a cook, because someone has to cook for all this hungry babies, right??? WRONG. They can make their own food for themselves and for others. What these lil fellas really need, is some gosh dang THERAPY. So he’s gonna be a therapist and help his precious buddies😌

As another thing relating to therapy, he’s pretty adamant about them not bottling up their feelings, and finding some way to unleash their feelings. If they don’t want to talk about it, he’s turned an empty office room into a rage room where they can safely destroy things (The walls do not count PIXEL. You will break your fist, PIXEL.) My oc has made sure to provide safety gear, and has had soldiers bring back items from the war zone so that the soldiers can take care of pent up energy.

However, if they DO want to talk about it, he would love to sit down and talk with them! Nothing will be shared outside of his office, and he makes sure that they can feel as comfortable as they can.

He’s also REALLY good with his hands. In a crafty way, of course. He’ll often spend most of his free time making plushies, pillows, bean bags, and other things for soldiers. He’s very skilled, and very sneaky about finding out what soldiers would like, in ways ranging from having others ask about it, to sneaking the question into the end of a session. He’ll often make something for someone while they’re on a mission, and then when they come back, he’ll either give it to them personally, or they’ll find it on their bunk with a little note :) Unfortunately due to the danger that’s normally present on missions, there has been a few times where he’ll be waiting outside of the transport vehicle with the thing he made for them, watching for the soldier to exit, only to find out that they died on the mission. He knows how to handle his own grief of course, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

I had started thinking about what I wanted his first name to be, (because he’s not a soldier so he doesn’t have a callsign or a number) and the first name that came to mind was Adam, and I couldn’t think of anything else so… he finally has a name now! 🥳 I also decided that his last name will be Takker, which is pronounced ‘Tah-care’

Also, here’s a plushie I decided that he would make based off this dog toy that I found!

Plushie Grandpa Russell the Opossum!! Of course, the head wouldn’t be made of rubber, but I’m sure you get the idea 😅 This is just one of the things that Adam would make, including bean bags and other things. He’s also good at painting and stuff and has even drawn on his knife that he has for self defense so it’s a neat little custom decal knife ^^

I feel like he would definitely enjoy having a family, he in fact has a sweet wife who works part time on weekends and bakes him things to take to work and to his friends, and one adorable little girl who he brings to work on ‘bring your kid to work’ day. Her name is Asher, and she carries around this little unicorn plushie that Adam made for her 🥰

I will eventually draw him. (Eventually could be anywhere from today to 5 years later)

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WIP Wednesday

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I've got a new chapter in the works for sweet decay 🤪 so, here's the WIP under the cut bc it's sorta long

Rivenspire is cloaked in the warmth of the sunrise. Blooming across dry earth, it softens the land’s foreboding appearance into something habitable. Having been awake for far too long, Verandis palms his sunken eyes as the soft glow filters in through open windows behind him. At the very least, the weather was somewhat pleasant in favor of the most recent heatwave. His body is no longer among the living, but the heat still drove him onto the edge of exhaustion just as easily as it would to a human. Voyage to Lillandril would be a pleasant escape to the lingering heat, and a part of him missed Summerset. Among the cities in Summerset, he supposed Lillandril was the fairest. Cradled upon the sea, the wind which swept only the most beautiful flowers was tinted with a satisfying chill against the heat. His thoughts shift to Angelica; briefly imagining her time on the island. Yesterday, she mentioned her distaste for Altmer culture, which was fair in its own right. No matter how hard a half-breed attempted to live up to their purpose, no full-blooded Altmer would label them anything but an Ephem. As saddening as it was, this was the way of his people. Thumbing over a groove on the hardwood of his desk, Verandis mulls over his relationship with the pesky minx. It was growing, that's unfortunately true, but to what extent? It had been an incredibly long time since he called another his lover, and oddly enough, Angelica didn't seem the type. She seemed content to toy with him, refusing to acknowledge him as anything other than good fun. Although, her gentleness from the other day did start to confuse him. The whole situation vexed him; feeling like a bumbling idiot left in the dark of some grand plan. Years of building House Ravenwatch softened him, and maybe that was why he was far too slow on the uptake. Regardless, the job needed to be completed, and he supposed he should use her…talents she so dramatically bragged about. The sun rises above the trees, signaling it was time to move. Verandis does so, gathering the bare essentials and finally roaming the halls until he reaches Angelica’s room. Raising a hand to knock, his knuckles fail to reach the door as it's opened before he can.

She smiles. It's surprisingly bright for how strangely she acted the other day. Another facade? He'll see in time, Verandis assumes.

“So…it's time?” Casting red hair aside, she tugs it into a messy bun of locks, then pats her leathers down. Ah, another surprise; that she's actually wearing proper clothes this time.

Prepared to suffer by her hand from whatever acts of mischief she'll no doubt drum up, Verandis answers with the utmost exasperation, “Yes. Bring along what you need.” Squinting, he watches as she disappears back into her room to procure a satchel.

“I do hope that's necessary.”

Laughing as she peeks into the standing mirror, she makes one final adjustment to push her breasts up. “Oh, hush. We're taking a trip to the market, right? I'll need gold for that…among other things.”

‘Among other things’, that little remark did not inspire much of anything in him but annoyance. She hoists her arm into his, linking together as she bats her lashes. “I’ve been waiting for a chance like this; to come along on some grand adventure with the Count of House Ravenwatch. My sister told me all about you, you know.”

He's pulled along with her, walking a stride slower due to their height differences. It would seem her younger sister had a bit of a loose tongue. Thinking about Alethia softens his expression, though, he knows there was no ill intent behind her excited story-telling. She couldn't keep a secret, that much he knew.

“Did she, now? I can only pray she had good things to tell.” They pass the doors, already walking down the rough, cracked path to shornhelm.

Making a sound rivaling that of a disgruntled guar, he’s bewildered enough to glance down at her. She sticks her tongue out once he does, “That's what I think about your stupid attempts at being posh. Or…maybe you're shy. Are you shy, count?”

She snorts, tugging at their linked arms with an impish grin.

“You-” Verandis scoffs, but he makes no move to wriggle away, only yielding to her kisses placed on his cheek. “I'm not shy. You're just…too overzealous for me. Not even Gwendis is this tiring, I should have you know.”

Gasping dramatically, she feigns a sniffle, “Breaking my heart so soon? How could you…I thought we shared something special.”

“Special? Hm, I had the distinct feeling I was but only a tryst to you, Angelica.” Their footsteps halt on the barren path of dirt as Verandis stops. He grazes a knuckle over her cheek, relishing in her sudden speechlessness. There's a hint of intrigue in her eyes, but something much less distinct; embarrassment.

“Tsk, tsk…” the pad of his thumb strokes the tip of her cheek bone, “Projecting, are we?”

Life spreads back into her features, moving her lips as her expression excites, “Projecting? No way, now you've got to buy me something like you promised.”

Nothing gets past her, he's sure of that as she reminds him of what foolish words he uttered last night. It almost worked, if she hadn't been so perceptive. No matter, it would prove useful in the next days they’d spend together

“A shame you hadn't kept your promise, then.” She blinks, fascinated by the ethereal hue his carmine eyes take against the bright sunshine. It steals her breath away, causing the briefest stirring deep in her belly. Truthfully, she was beginning to fluster at the sight of him like this; gazing down at her with such a romantic expression, like he could dip her back any second for a kiss. There was no love lost between any number of her trysts and herself, as the fickle emotion only served to complicate things. It stood in the back of her mind, though, as if it tempted her into taking that step. Oddly numb, she couldn't make sense whether she even wanted love. Sure, she'd never stayed quite this long with any of her romps, but it felt strange to just up and leave like they never met. Perhaps it was as her mother said, that one day she would want to settle down, to be with the one man who stole her heart. A flush does make its way to her cheeks, so light a dusting that Verandis nearly mistakes it for the sun on her skin. She takes her own embarrassing reaction in stride, smiling to him so lovingly that they both falter in each other’s grasp. Unlike the night they shared, it is him who concedes first, his grasp brushing away so softly she misses it. Clearing his throat, they continue down the path until Shornhelm can be peered at in the distance. The blob grows until she can see the roofs, the people, and of course, the market. Angelica observes the sights, its fairly different from both of her homelands from what she can recall from both Summerset and Western Skyrim. Hard times have clearly claimed most of Rivenspire’s goods and, frankly, the morale, too. Most shopowners looked more like they were proud owners of shacks rather than appealing homes; it went double for their wares, unfortunately. The only exciting things left were the rare pieces of jewelry she spotted along the way, and the occasional sneak she took of the count’s face while he was deep in thought. A local apothecary catches her attention, drawing her closer until several ingredients greet her eyes. The woman looks only to be a few years younger than herself, smiling but ragged after whatever turned shornhelm into turmoil. Hopefully, after her sister’s little adventure here, things would get better. Nevertheless, Angelica wasn’t entirely heartless, so she took what little ingredients were left and paid a little extra. She winks, and tugs the count along before the young woman can argue against the generous amount of coins splayed across the worn market stall.

“Well…I believe that’s all I’ll be in need of. Never hurts to pack a few poisons.”

If he noticed what happened, which she realizes he must, it doesn’t earn her a conversation. Either perturbed by her shocking display of kindness, or their recently shared embarrassment, Angelica cannot tell beneath his seemingly aloof gaze.

“We should get a move on, then. Rivenspire lacks ferries, so we’ll have to carriage our way to Glenumbra.” She wants to kick herself for feeling disappointed he doesn’t thrust his arm out for her to hold, but makes due with this new development. It’s not like they were close, but she was finding herself longing for some type of…praise from doing good. Divines, did whatever happened last night really affect her that badly? She hadn’t thought so, until her thoughts soured from every woman which passed their way to ogle Verandis’ human disguise. A part of herself swelled in pride when they sunk back down upon her appearance by his side. That feeling was only doubled when she realized they would never know his secret, and such an intimate secret it was. Jealousy wasn’t her style, but she wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to swathe the Count in her perfume before exiting the castle next time. He certainly smelled better in it than whatever ancient perfume he wore beside her. Curious, she peeks over to marvel at his disguise. Honestly, she preferred how he always looked; with eyes as red as rubies and alabaster skin. It simultaneously enthralled and got her feeling rather heated. Such raw and dangerous intent was no longer evident in his now honey-colored eyes, and that left her feeling quite bored. Although…she could make due with those amber eyes if they watched her with the utmost adoration; that would be her goal for the day.

Grinning, she’s back to her confident self, looking as mischievous as a nixad. He realizes she snickers like one, too.

“Do I dare ask what you’re conjuring up behind me? I fear you, at times.”

Prancing back to his side, her fingers curl into his own, forcing him to slow his stride once more.

“Nothing much, just admiring the view.”

He snorts, “Of my backside? How quaint.”

Nudging him, he gains an eyeful of the sweet little twist of her lips, “It's a very disarming backside.”

Sighing, he can't help but chuckle at that, “Whatever shall I do with you?”

His eyes jump between her own, searching for the reply her lips twitch with. Angelica settles for a gentle peck on his nose, laughing when he wrinkles it from the tickle.

“I'm sure you'll dream up some elaborate plan to keep me quiet, darling.”

#i swear i mention the fucking sun like too many times 😂#they are THE OTP in my miiiind #fic: sweet decay #i feel so cool tagging my fic like omg?? me?? i wrote that?? in my writing era #im going to frow up but its ok writing will keep my acid reflux at bay 🥴#angelica is going to slap his ass #wait i should write that #😈#wip wednesday #ok ngl i straight up walked the path from castle ravenwatch to glenumbra so then i could get to summerset to see how bad it would be #its acc doable!! yay now its not weird

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Dinner and a Show

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, loves 🖤

English has always been your favorite subject. There’s something magical about the way twenty-six letters woven together in just the right combination can have a story coming to life, painting a picture behind your eyelids as your brain processes the lines on the page before you. It’s why you applied for graduate school as an English major.

But if your professor uses the phrase duality of man one more time, you might just blow your brains out.

You find yourself doodling random patterns in the corner of your notebook as your thoughts drift to a certain brooding brunette who would likely have much to say about Dostoevsky’s protagonist.

The unsub is a white male, twenty to thirty years old, with narcissistic personality disorder who struggles to reconcile his mediocre place in society with what he believes to be an above-average intelligence.

Your phone buzzing on the desk beside you breaks you out of your reverie, and you flip it over to see a notification from your bank. A grin threatens to split your face in half as you open your messaging app and scroll down to AH 🖤.

Were your ears ringing? I was just thinking about you 😍

Before you have a chance to lock your phone, the speech bubble pops up and taunts you with its three flashing dots. It disappears, reappears, and then your phone buzzes once more.

I know you have class. Pay attention.

Says the guy who just distracted me with a nice little pre-weekend deposit

Is that your way of saying thank you, brat?

You feel a familiar heat prickling the back of your neck and take a quick look around to make sure your classmates are focused on the lecture. Hiding your phone in your lap, you hunt through recent pictures until you find a specific photo: a shot of your body from the neck down, clad in a lacy red set that barely counts as underwear. Attaching the image to your text, you shoot back a response.

No Daddy... THIS is 🥰

Shuffling from all around you alerts you to the fact that class has mercifully ended, and you stand to gather your things, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. You make plans to meet up with a classmate at a coffee shop on Sunday to peer edit each other’s final papers for the course, then start your trek to the parking lot. As you approach your car, your phone begins vibrating incessantly and you tuck it between your ear and shoulder after accepting the call. “House of Hotchner’s whores, how may I serve you today?”

You receive an exasperated sigh in response, but you can hear the grin behind it. “What if it wasn’t me on the other end, hm?”

Climbing into the driver’s seat, you give your phone a moment to connect to the Bluetooth system before firing back, “No one else calls me, old man.”

“This old man can easily revoke the allowance he just gave you.” He speaks in a low murmur, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s making this illicit call from his office.

“Wow,” you laugh warmly, “you just went from Daddy to Dad in record time.”

“Please, for both of our sakes, don’t ever say that again.” Another laugh punches out of you and you relent, “Deal.” Then, after a beat, “Are you still coming over tonight?”

He sighs again, this time with true remorse. “No, angel, I’m sorry. We just got a case out in LA.”

“Alright, go save the world, Mister Unit Chief,” you tease. “I’ll do the hard work of keeping you entertained while you’re gone.”

His voice drops even lower, now tinged with a gruffness that sends a bolt of heat through your body. “Thank you, Princess. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I know you will,” you purr, knowing that the longer wait will make your reunion all the more satisfying. “Be safe.”

“Always.” You go to hang up the phone but pause when you hear him take a breath. “Princess?”

“Hm?”

“Get something purple this time.”

_____

Several hours and a stupid amount of money to be spent in one shopping spree later, you trundle up the stairs to your second floor apartment, arms laden with shopping bags. You let yourself in before closing and locking the door behind you, then head down the hallway to drop your purchases off in your bedroom. After a luxurious bath to wash the grime of the week away, you pull on one of Aaron’s t-shirts from your steadily growing collection and are preparing to settle on the couch to peruse takeout options when a knock sounds at the door. As if on cue, your phone lights up on the nightstand with a text.

Dinner’s on me, angel. Sorry I’m not there to enjoy it with you.

A pleasant warmth settles in your bones at Aaron’s thoughtfulness, and you open the door to find a delivery from your favorite Vietnamese restaurant and a bottle of Moscato to accompany it. After getting comfortable with your dinner on the couch, you hunt through your rented movies for the Fifty Shades trilogy and press play before typing out a response.

Keep spoiling me like this and I won’t know how to act

You’re my Princess- You deserve to be spoiled.

A giggle bubbles out of you and you resist the urge to kick your feet like a teenager with a raging crush. Instead, you opt for a much more dignified reply.

Thank you Daddy 🥰

With twenty minutes remaining in the sequel, feeling emboldened by several glasses of wine and the content playing before you, you send another text to Aaron.

I can’t wait to show you what I spent all your hard earned money on today 😘

He has yet to answer by the time the credits are rolling and you recall that, much to your dismay, he’s three hours behind you and probably still at the local precinct. Deciding that you’ll read to pass the time, you finish off your wine and put your leftovers in the fridge before heading to your bedroom. You open up a video call on your laptop and send an invitation to join to Aaron, then settle back against your pillow with your latest novel.

A few chapters in, you recognize that trying to distract yourself is a feeble affair when your eyes gloss over the same paragraph several times in a row. Giving up on the book, you place it on your nightstand and let your hands wander your body just as Aaron’s would. Wearing his shirt has you cocooned in his distinct smell, and you can’t help but close your eyes and imagine he’s there with you, touching you, teasing you. Desperately wishing it was his large hands caressing your curves instead of your own, you gently cup your breasts and roll your nipples between your fingers, hips arching upward of their own accord in search of some friction. You ignore the budding heat between your thighs, continuing to play with your nipples and enjoying the way the soft fabric of Aaron’s shirt heightens every sensation. Before long, soft pants are falling past your lips and your panties are soaked with your arousal.

One hand comes down to grip the edge of Aaron’s shirt as the other dips beneath the band of your underwear. You take it slow, drawing languid circles around your core, and you can practically hear the low rumble of his voice against the shell of your ear, telling you that You haven’t earned it yet. Sliding your middle finger between your folds, you try to imagine it’s Aaron’s thick cock, right where you want it but not giving in. He loves to watch you fall apart before he’s even inside you, letting your slick gather along his cock, the tip nudging against your clit now and then. The very thought has a low whine building in your throat, and you brush the pad of your finger over your sensitive button to draw out the fantasy.

Unable and unwilling to deny yourself any longer, you hook your thumbs into your panties and shimmy them down your legs, kicking them off across the room. Your middle finger circles your nub once more, and then you ease two fingers into your core until your knuckles stop you from pressing any further. You whimper at the sensation, pleased with the fullness but frustrated it’s just not right, aching for Aaron to work his magic on your body. Letting out a determined huff, you clamp down on your bottom lip and begin working your fingers in and out of your pussy in earnest, your other hand coming down to collect your slick and spread it over your nub. You dig your heels into the mattress, raising your hips to try and mimic the angle of Aaron fucking into you, steadily increasing the speed of your fingers as pathetic little mewls fall past your parted lips. Your whines turn into full blown moans, and your cries are rising in pitch when you realize you’re no longer alone.

“Got tired of waiting for me, huh, Princess?”

Putting a pause on your self-care, you blink the haze of arousal out of your bleary eyes and find Aaron seated at a desk, presumably in his hotel room. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, the top two buttons of his crisp white button down undone and showing off a tantalizing sliver of chest. His mouth is set in a hard line in an attempt at disapproval, but even through the slightly grainy image you can spot the gleam in his smoldering eyes.

Using your foot to nudge the laptop between your legs, you give Aaron a clear view of your fingers resuming their path of easing in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You simper, “Just getting warmed up for you, Daddy.”

“What a good girl,” he breathes out, gaze locked on your core. “Turn towards me, let me see all of you.”

You obediently change positions, scooting your laptop back so he can see a majority of your body, and his breath hitches when he spots the shirt you have on. “Is that mine?”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as your middle finger circles your clit, and nod. “I hope you don’t- fuck- mind. Smells like you.”

“Whatever makes my little girl happy,” he says, and you nearly purr at the name. When you open your eyes again, you pout at the sight of him still in the same position. He picks up on your disappointment immediately and asks, “What is it?”

“Can you-” Your cheeks grow warm with a sudden shyness and you duck your head before softly requesting, “Wanna see you, Daddy.”

He raises one eyebrow at you, arms crossed, fixing you with that look. “Daddy’s right here for you to see. Use your words and tell me what you really want.”

A shudder races down your spine at his commanding tone coupled with your thumb brushing over your clit, and you suddenly find your voice. “What I really want is your fingers in my mouth and your fat cock in my pussy but-” A wanton moan interrupts your thought as your fingers curl against the perfect spot. “Right now I’d settle for just seeing your cock.”

“Was that so hard?”

You smirk at him as he rises from the desk and moves to the bed, settling in a reflection of your position with the laptop beside him. “Not as hard as you are right now.”

“Bold of you to assume, little one.” He laughs at how quickly you’ve adopted your brazen attitude, the sound rich and warm as it fills every corner of your bedroom.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you challenge, slowly drawing your fingers out of your pussy.

You hear him unzip his work slacks, the familiar sound sending yet another bolt of heat to your core, before he growls out, “I can’t.”

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, utterly mesmerized by the sight before you. Aaron is lazily fisting his rock hard cock, pausing to swipe his thumb over the head and gather the precum there before gliding his hand down to the base and gently squeezing until the vein on the underside is pulsing and your mouth is watering. Your body responds instinctively, walls clenching around nothing and desperate to be filled, your clit throbbing with need. Gathering the fresh wave of arousal dripping down your thighs, you press your fingers back into your hole and let out a frustrated cry. “It’s not enough.”

“Look at me,” Aaron says, his voice gentle but commanding, always in tune with what you need. You lift your gaze to meet his on the screen and he continues, “You’re not going to bed until we get you to cum, do you understand?”

You nod, and he praises you with a small smile. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Princess,” he begins, your eyes tracking his every movement as he slowly works his hand over his length. “You’re going to put three fingers in your mouth- go ahead, do it now,” he encourages, waiting for you to place your index, middle, and ring fingers in your mouth before continuing, “and get them nice and wet for me. Close your eyes and imagine they’re mine. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

You close your eyes and mumble an affirmative around your fingers while your head drops into a nod, the taste of your own arousal bursting over your tongue as you swirl it around the digits. “Such a good girl,” Aaron coos, and you once again clench around nothing at the pride woven through his words. “You just love having my fingers in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you cry, the sound muffled by your digits as drool slips out between the corner where your lips meet.

“Now take your fingers out of your mouth and let me see those beautiful eyes.” You do as he says, eager to please, and Aaron lets out a ragged, “Fuck,” at the sight of your lust-blown pupils framed by delicate lashes. “Slide your fingers into that pretty little pussy all the way, then hold still for me. Just like when I’m fucking you, yeah, Princess?”

Your mouth drops open and you take a shuddering breath at the stretch. “Now what?”

“You’re going to watch me and do exactly what I do. Your fingers, my cock. Got it?” A slow grin spreads across your face and you nod eagerly, understanding his premise. He slides his fist up the length of his cock and you ease your fingers out of your pussy, perfectly matching his unhurried pace. “Good girl,” Aaron breathes out, “just like that.”

He slowly builds up to a steady rhythm, the sound of his fist repeatedly meeting his pelvis joining with your fingers pulsing in and out of your sopping cunt to form a depraved symphony. You watch your lover on the other side of the country, transfixed by the way his typical stoicism is dissolving before you into guttural moans and hedonistic cries of your name. He bites down on his lip, determined to not break eye contact with you as you both fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut from pure pleasure. Aaron tugs his tie off and tosses it away, then hurriedly unbuttons his shirt, all the while working his fist over his length. Even in the dim lighting of his hotel room, you can see the sheen of sweat coating his skin, and saliva pools in your mouth at the thought of running your tongue over every delicious inch of him when he returns home. You tell him as much, in vivid detail, and he releases a low groan that reverberates throughout your room.

“I’m so close, Daddy,” you whine, and you see his pace beginning to falter as well.

“I know you are, Princess. Doing so well for me,” he pants, now squeezing the base of his cock on every downstroke. With Aaron, you always come first- in every sense of the word. “I need you to cum for me. Need you to clench that pretty pussy around my cock so I can fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” you cry out, feeling your walls clamp down around your fingers in response to his words. “Gonna be a good girl for you, Daddy,” you babble, “always wanna be your good girl.” Your entire body tenses and your breath stutters in your throat just before the coil deep in your belly snaps and a desperate cry of Aaron’s name bounces off the walls of your bedroom. His moans grow louder and longer, his cock feverishly thrusting up into his hand until he finally gives in to his orgasm, thick ropes of cum coating his hand and stomach.

Lying back in bed to give yourself a few beats to calm your erratic breathing, you quip, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous of a hand before.”

You hear Aaron’s warm laugh from a distance and then he’s filling your screen once more, now clean and fully sans clothing. “Trust me when I say the feeling is mutual.”

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you smile at the handsome man before you. “You know what my next purchase is gonna be?”

“Enlighten me.”

“A mold of your cock so I’m never without you.”

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs immediately. “Then you won’t need me anymore.”

“Of course I’ll still need you! Who else is going to fund my lavish lifestyle?”

He grunts, unenthused, the hint of a smile making his lips twitch. “Brat.”

You scrunch your nose in delight and grin at him. “Thank you for my little shopping spree today. And for tonight, of course.”

“My pleasure, angel,” he answers warmly. “Same time tomorrow, if our case continues on this trajectory.”

With a playful laugh, you tease, “You wish.”

He grows serious, mouth setting in a hard line. “I’m sorry, Princess, you mistook that for a question- it wasn’t.”

“Yes, sir, Mister Unit Chief,” you respond through a nervous giggle with a mock salute.

“That’s my girl,” he breaks into a soft smile once more. “Get yourself cleaned up, drink some water, and get a good night’s rest, okay?”

You nod obediently and blow him a kiss. “Goodnight, Aaron.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.” You go to exit the call, then stop when he calls your name, raising an eyebrow in question. “Save what you bought until I get home. I want to see you in my shirt again tomorrow.”

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