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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: 22/30

⊹ 🖇️ 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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Take-Off - FBI 14

Summary: Your nightly rendezvous with Morgan has some unexpected consequences.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: CM typical stuff

I love how I said this would be out by mid-January and yet here we are … Anyway, sorry not sorry. I had to move back to my parents for like 6-ish weeks, my country’s election resulted in a drastic shift towards conservative/right-wing policies and January (being the awful month that it is) had my depression returning for an unwanted sequel, you know how it is. Anyway, Part 15 is not yet finished so idk when it will be out but rest assured I am thinking about Hotch and I hope that after reading this next chapter you do too! Let me know what you think 🥰

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

There was still sleep in your eyes as you made your way from the car to the elevator, searching for your badge in your purse. “Thank you for letting me sleep at your place,” you said, looking over at Derek, “I – I have no idea how this would have panned out if not for you.”

Derek pressed the button and the metal doors closed before the little jolt of the cabin notified you of the movement.

“We are all here for you, kid,” he smiled, “You are one of us, you hear me? Anyone in that office would help you if they could. Garcia, Rossi, Reid, Hotch,” – your heart jumped at that – “Prentiss, me. All of us, okay?”

The elevator stopped, and you smiled. “Okay.”

Arriving at the office was nothing like what you had imagined your glorious return from PTO to feel like. For one, you had seen yourself wearing a glamorous new outfit that showed everyone just how happy you were to be back and how confident you were in returning to your post. Most importantly, it would’ve given you the emotional support to think that Hotch’s presence wouldn’t have any impact on your confidence.

Admittedly, what you had not thought about during your holiday was what it would look like to your colleagues when you and Derek would arrive at the same time, both carrying coffee mugs that said his name, and his shirt thrown over a dress that you clearly had not planned on wearing.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest?” JJ teased you, rounding the corner of your desk to sit down opposite you, “Disappearing without another word to get some,” she drew bunny ears in the air, “relaxing and,” – another set of bunny ears – “soul-searching done and now you show up with Morgan? Way to go, my friend.”

“Shut up,” Derek laughed, throwing back the last of his coffee, “You don’t want to know what she looks like under that shirt.”

You laughed, too, your heart feeling fuller by the minute of being surrounded by your team again. “It really isn’t –”

“You look like shit,” Emily greeted you dryly, a teasing smile on her lips as she crossed her arms, “Was it worth it at least?”

“We have no time for small talk,” Hotch’s voice sounded from the door to the conference room, “Everyone at the roundtable now.”

It should have stopped being surprising how put together he could look in the middle of the night, but your eyes still lingered on the white shirt he was wearing, how his tie seemed a little loose and how that was the only indicator that maybe it had been a little too early for him as well.

Reid and Rossi were already at the table when you entered and you sat down next to the older man with a smile. He threw a pointed look at your shirt and he did not even need to open his mouth for you to know what he was about to say.

“Shut up,” you grinned and he only laughed, good-naturedly patting your knee when JJ threw on the presentation.

“Alright, we have a child abduction in Montana,” Hotch opened. The image of a teenage girl was projected onto the wall. Blonde, blue eyes, preppy cheerleader outfit.

“Grace Donovan, 15 years old, was last seen at dinner with her parents when they reported her missing two hours ago.”

“It’s the middle of the night, how do they know she is missing?” you asked, frowning at the image, “Are they sure she is not out with her friends?”

You watched as Hotch opened his mouth to say something when his eyes met yours. And then they roamed over you, landing on the shirt you were wearing and Derek next to you and you could see the frown forming on his face.

Shit.

“She is not in her room and none of her friends know where she is,” JJ answered smoothly, not having noticed Hotch’s pause, “That and the security system seems to have been tampered with. This is beyond anything a fifteen-year-old could do.”

You nodded, looking down at the table and trying to avoid Hotch’s eyes on you.

“All right,” he said, throwing a look at his watch, “Wheels up in 10. We have 22 hours left.”

He caught up to you at the door, a dry hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling you back into the room. If the others noticed, they did not show it, simply leaving the room as Hotch pulled you back to the front.

The blinds were still closed, you noticed, and as the door fell closed behind JJ, you were completely alone with him. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes completely taking him in. Standing tall at the end of the desk, he eyed you and your skin tingled wherever his eyes seemed to land – your calves, your thighs, your torso, your face.

When you had handed in your PTO request after an entire week of being ignored by him, you had fooled yourself into thinking that maybe distance was what you needed. That distance would get you to see him in another light and not the one where you thought about what dirty things his voice could whisper in your ears late at night.

Clearly, the racing of your heart proved that that was not the case. That even time and distance away from him didn’t get rid of the sudden need to feel his arms around you. Or his lips on yours. Or his hand between your –

Until he opened his mouth.

“Need I remind you of the fraternisation policies the FBI has in place, Agent?”

“Hotch –“

“I understand that you have been gone for two weeks and, quite frankly, it should be none of my business what you two get up to in your private time so make sure it remains none of business. Understood?”

“It – it’s not what it looks like!” you protested, knowing what must have been going through his head. But what was worse was that you weren’t sure if you wanted to convince him of the truth because of the FBI rules or because you wanted him to know the truth.

He made a big step towards you and you gasped, feeling his body heat radiate so close to you, “And what does it look like?”

You could not say anything, the lack of sleep and confusion at Hotch’s angry demeanour catching up with you. You could not remember the last time you had seen him so upset at you. Openly upset.

“I see you, wearing clothes that clearly have been worn a whole,” he started again, his voice cutting through the silence, “Shorter hem than usual, deeper cleavage, formfitting. Obviously showing off the best parts of your body. On top of that, I see a shirt that clearly does not belong to you. When I called Derek at four in the morning, he said JJ needn’t contact you because you were already there with him, which leads me to believe that this,” he tugged at one of the buttons, “is Agent Morgan’s shirt. Am I wrong?”

Had he just said you were attractive?

He scoffed, “I didn’t think so. So now, what does it look like?”

“Josh kicked me out,” you blurted out, swallowing thickly at how close he was to you, “Derek found me in a diner after, uh,” slowly you lifted the hem of the shirt, revealing the red-yellowish condiment massacre on the fabric, “He gave me his couch to crash on.”

Hotch did not say anything, a tiny furrow between his brows. You glanced down and saw his forefinger and thumb pressed together.

“I know the FBI rules, Hotch,” you continued with a small voice, “And I, uh, I am really not interested in Morgan like that. He was a friend when I needed one.”

“Why were you in a diner of all places?” he asked.

“I – I didn’t know who to call,” you shrugged, “I was emotional and confused and it was the closest thing that was dry and warm and open.”

For the longest time, he did not say anything and you kept looking at him. Your hand was still in his and sometime during his speech they must have slipped from your wrist to interlace with your fingers and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

He was so close.

“Next time you call me,” he said slowly, his other hand going to grab something from the inner pocket of his jacket.

You looked down at the little white square in his hands, “I already have your business card, Hotch,” you reminded him gently.

“This is, uh,” he cleared his throat, letting go of your hand like it was burning him, “This is my personal contact information.”

“Oh,” you said dumbly, looking at him with wide eyes before the reality of the situation hit you, ��oh.”

You took the offered card, keeping it close to your chest as if he would decide to snatch it away from you any second. “Thank you,” you mumbled, cheeks and ears warm as your heart began to race, “I should probably go and – “

“Yes,” he nodded slowly, “You probably should.”

Hotch did not know what he had been thinking when he confronted you in the conference room.

He probably had not been thinking at all.

And when was the last time that had happened?

The team was quiet as everyone found their place on the jet, settling into their respective routines. Even after years of work, late-night and early-morning calls never got any easier. And despite the worry for the missing girl on everyone’s mind, exhaustion was slowing everyone down.

The first talk over the files had already happened as soon as the jet had started. Now all they needed was to wait.

“We won’t get any new information until we are there,” he announced, “So everybody get some rest while you can.”

General murmurs of agreement sounded all around him and as he set up his laptop on the table in front of him, he saw Reid settling down on the couch, Derek and JJ sitting opposite each other, each occupied with their own books while Emily seemed to be choosing which playlist to listen to.

He tried to ignore the fact that the only free seats now were with him and Rossi.

“How long will the flight be?” your voice piped up from the galley way at the back of the plane. You were wearing different clothes now. Jeans and a colourful blouse. Flowers, he recognised at a second glance at the same time as he turned away, because why did he need a second glance?

“Come join us,” Rossi offered, opposite to him and motioned to the seat right next to Hotch. His jaw tensed but he kept his eyes on the laptop screen, trying to focus on what the PD had already sent him.

“Thank you,” you smiled, sitting down next to him and he tried to ignore how your thigh brushed against his.

“Tired, huh?” Rossi commented motioning to his face, “You got that look of someone who had a long night.”

“Well, it is five in the morning, Rossi,” you answered good-naturedly, “I don’t think any of us have gotten enough sleep tonight.”

“Right, you are,” the older man said, reaching into his bag in the seat next to him,

Silence fell over the jet. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly, looking up at him. Not because you wanted to, obviously, but because you tried to show him you were not trying to look at government documents without his permission. And the soft look in your eyes, he argued, was just because you were tired.

“The responsible detective sent over some of his personal notes from the first victim,” He explained, his fingers tingling as he remembered how your hand had felt in his, “I wanted to get a head start on them.”

You hummed in understanding. “Always working, Agent Hotchner.”

His lips quirked up, “Is that critique I hear, Agent?”

“Sorry, Sir,” you grinned, a sparkle in your eyes that made his heart jump in his chest in a way he had not experienced in a very long time.

This was going to be a long flight.

And well, if your head fell onto his shoulder while you were sleeping, who was he to wake you?

#maybege writes #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #hotch x reader

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tototalks · 10 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 · 1 year 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.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #Circe's requested writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #Demonic Companion

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balrogballs · 2 months ago

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Night-Creatures

an indulgent little Russingon vignette/out-take from the postcolonial AU, featuring a quietly queer moment in the margins of the world 🥰 light-study painting mine as well, from mid 2021.

“Hush. We would be Maedhros-and-Fingon in every country in every world,” Fingon says, gently tracing the edges of a tangle with the pointed end of the comb, his toes half-buried in the sand. “Because we have been Maedhros-and-Fingon since we were six and gave the school daily frights when we would run away from under their eye to go fishing in potholes. Maedhros-and-Fingon, the teachers would say — stretch out your hands.”

“And you would always put out two hands and take my punishment too, because I used to cry at the sight of the ruler. Do you remember? Always, you and I, back-benchers, class-skippers, pothole-fishers. Maedhros loves Fingon, and Fingon loves Maedhros, and it will be so always. Terror charge or tsunami. It will be so always.”

“Maedhros loves Fingon, yes,” Maedhros looks out at the sea, watches the red sun bobbing slowly over it like a distant lure, calling to elsewhere. “It will be so always. But why does Fingon love Maedhros? Does Fingon wish to spend his future as the keeper to a rabid dog leashed to a rotting post? He is better than such a life. How can Fingon love Maedhros? In his rage, his stasis, his destructiveness?”

“Because he does,” he feels Fingon shrug, as if it all truly is as simple as loving unconditionally. “Because when Maedhros was eight years old he knocked his own brother’s tooth out for calling his Fingon a sissy. When Maedhros was thirteen, he thrashed a twenty year old for the same. That has always been what sits within the rage and destructiveness of Maedhros.”

“Love is just another way of looking at something. Squinting, glaring, scanning, loving. And what Fingon sees in Maedhros as he loves him, is too unexplainable and complex to be confined within the four rigid corners of a single photo. So, don’t ask me silly questions like why.”

Maedhros nods, leans back onto Fingon’s knees and lets him brush his hair out. On the sand, Fingon realises, Maedhros is neither six-foot-four nor the ineffable Comrade, the swallower of worlds, the breaker of knees, he who shatters the earth. Here, away from solid ground, he looks at Fingon with the quiet, terminal exhaustion of a beached cetacean. The way a whale drying out on the sand looks at the first person to come across it, the hopeless, grateful gaze of an irremediable calamity.

He never despairs at what Maedhros is. No, the only thought that ever brings despair to Fingon, is the thought of what he could have been. The artist. The scholar. The marks of violence, Maedhros’ scabbed knuckles marking each election season, the scars on his back, such things never grieve Fingon. He does not mourn the present. No, what he grieves are the dog-eared old textbooks secreted in Maedhros’ drawers, the scraps of poetry torn out of books, the left-handed sketches of a right-handed man. He loves the Maedhros who is, and mourns the Maedhros who might have been.

He lowers his eyes, starts easing out another tangle as the stars start winking awake overhead. And it’s the most natural phenomenon in the world, Maedhros-and-Fingon in the dark, primordial nocturnal creatures crawling out of the day. The sunset carves the hollow through which they disappear each night and cease to exist outside of the queer spaces where their bodies touch. Each night happens and unhappens like a handshake; gentle and unchaste, an exchange of comfort, keeping-time with heartbeats, until the sun rises again and Maedhros-and-Fingon are swallowed by the empty dawn.

#tolkien #lord of the rings #maedhros #russingon #the silmarillion #fingon #corporal punishment mention #balrogballs writes #silm fic #balls draws

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bratbarzal · 4 days ago

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miss maggie i have loved every one of your fics (oys rarely leaves my brain lol) but I as a quinn girlie I fear what you’ll put us through (in a good way tho) with this one!! The header alone has me so ready 🫣🥰

I love you for this!! and I'm in a preview mood so enjoy lmao (subject to change while I figure the structure/pacing of the whole thing out)

Quinn watches as a soft, feminine hand places a drink down beside him, sliding it as much as it can reach towards Brock, and he doesn’t even think before he tries to help, unintentionally grazing the skin with the tips of his fingers as he moves it the rest of the way. And it’s only the quick retreat that captures his attention, his eyes slowly trailing up the expanse of the arm attached until he meets the gaze of the server.

Until he meets your gaze.

Wide-eyes, parted lips, and a surefire wash of recognition as he looks up at you from his seat, the sudden urge to shoot up to greet you tingling from the base of his spine to the top of his toes.

The chatter amongst the table fades to a dull background noise, his friends blurring into faceless shapes around him, and all he can see is you - like some sort of delirious tunnel vision, if you weren’t looking back at him the way you are, he’d think he was imagining you.

He’d think he was willing you into existence, that he was picturing you in front of him because somewhere deep in his subconscious, he wanted to see you.

But if that were true, surely he’d be picturing you how you were. Fresh faced, hair lightened and skin freckled by the sun, probably dressed in those overalls you used to wear when you were helping him fix up the boat all those years ago, paint hardened on your fingers and nails bitten to stubs so they wouldn’t break from all the labour. He’d picture you with your hair tied back, loose pieces fallen down where you had little to no energy to neaten them back up, and bruises and scrapes littered all over your knees from where you kept tripping over all the tools he would leave lying around in his parent’s garage.

He wouldn’t be picturing you like this.

Your hair is darker than he ever remembers it being, longer than he remembers, too, falling in perfect waves past your chest, not a strand out of place and glistening under the low lights of the bar. You look older, a little more refined, with sharper features enhanced by makeup, and the more he stares, the starker the difference becomes. The clothes you wear seem less like a costume, less like something you use to cover yourself up and disguise what lies beneath - now cinched at the waist and cut off at the thighs - and, sure, it’s probably a uniform, but he could never have pictured you wearing anything like this back then.

Only one thing remains the same - one undeniable feature you could never hide from him if you tried.

The way your eyes soften when they meet his, just like they did back then - like they were always zeroing in on the good in him, and they refused to see the bad. Your gaze feels just as addictive as it was all those years ago, a gradual warmth spreading through his lungs, breathing in deeper than he thinks he might have in a long time, and the sensation fizzles out the second you break eye contact.

He still follows your every movement; the way you place his drink in front of him, and empty the tray in your other hand, smiling quick at someone else and letting everybody know to shout you over if they need anything more, and then he watches as you retreat without sparing him another glance.

“Think she’s hot for Huggy,” breaks through the noise, a low chuckle beside him as Brock nudges his side and the rest of the guys all laugh in response.

“Huh?” Quinn frowns, breaking his attention from where you had disappeared and turning to his teammate.

“The waitress,” he clarifies, “She got all flustered at the sight of you, I knew you had silent game but seeing it in person is just strange, it was like you hypnotised her or something.”

If he had the power to put you under any sort of spell, he thinks enough time has passed that it’s worn off by now - and he knows as much from the way you reacted, breaking from his gaze and turning your back on him like it was nothing, like the two of you were nothing.

#has anyone ever watched girls???? the Marnie and Charlie episode in season 5??????#cos that's what I was going for with this lol #💌.jsw #💭.jsw

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xxspringmelodyxx · 11 months ago

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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.

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“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.”

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"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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Part two coming tomorrow! I hope you all enjoyed because I really enjoyed writing this one!

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itskindnessinfinite · 2 months ago

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Your wips sound Incredible but uhhhhh Williams teammates 1994 and Alain in a coma dreaming?

hi!! thank you so much!! 🥰

i talked about prosenna williams 1994 here and alain in a coma, dreaming here but i’ll add another snippet from both of them!

prosenna williams 1994 snippet:

“Please,” Ayrton whispered before Alain could hang up. The sound of his voice caught him off guard. The anger, frustration or whatever it was had completely disappeared. What had replaced it was something else. Something Alain had never heard before. Almost something vulnerable, quiet and soft. The antithesis of everything Alain had come to associate with Ayrton over the years. He felt his own annoyance melt away like snow on a sunny day. Alain shewed the inside of his mouth but kept the phone next to his ear.

“Please, don’t retire,” Ayrton was still whispering, his voice barely audible but somehow Alain could still hear him clear as day. The entire atmosphere had changed and Alain didn’t know what to do with that. He swallowed.

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alain in a coma, dreaming snippet from alain’s pov this time aka my version of some domestic fluff:

“Did you get the vegetables?” Alain shouted as he scanned the refrigerator.

“What?” He heard Ayrton’s response echoing through the walls as his footsteps approached. Before he knew it two arms were wrapped around his waist and a head rested on his shoulder. He could feel Ayrton’s breaths against his skin. Ayrton’s warmth radiated off of him in comforting waves. Alain automatically leaned back into Ayrton’s chest and Ayrton tightened his hold around his body to make it a real hug.

“The vegetables, Ayrton,” Alain repeated his question, “I asked you to get me some vegetables last time.”

Ayrton hummed against his ear and nuzzled closer into his neck.

“Ayrton,” Alain sighed with a hint of a warning in his voice. Ayrton completely ignored him and soon started leaving small pecks on his shoulder and neck and jaw, wherever his lips could reach. Alain turned around in Ayrton’s embrace and let the door to the refrigerator fall closed with a muted thud. Ayrton pouted slightly at Alain interrupting his advances. Alain wrapped his arms around Ayrton’s neck and leaned back slightly, as far as he could in Ayrton’s arms, and gave his boyfriend a fond smile. Ayrton’s eyes looked darker than usual, hungry almost. Suddenly, It wasn’t just Ayrton’s embrace that made him feel warm anymore. It was like his heart was pumping around hot fire through his veins.

#prosenna #alain prost #ayrton senna #f1 rpf #lilaezz things #ask box #ask game

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Blueberries & Chocolate Chips

Fandom: The Empyrean (Fourth Wing)

Pairing: Riorgail (Vioelt/Xaden)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Modern AU, unplanned pregnancy, talk of infertility, talk of abortion, plot with porn

Summary: Violet hadn't felt like partying after just dumping her ex for cheating on her. But maybe Rhiannon had been right. Maybe going out to celebrate Liam's birthday hadn't been such a bad idea. After all, if she'd stayed home that night…none of this would have happened.

AN: Weird how a tiny random thought can take over your entire brain in less than an hour. 😆 This is not a trope I ever thought I'd write...yet here we are. Buckle up and enjoy the ride. 🥰

Also, big thanks to @theoppositequeens for betaing this story and chearing me on so wonderfully. 🥰

. o O o .

"Vi? Why aren't you getting ready?" Rhiannon frowned as she poked her head into Violet's bedroom. "What are you waiting for?"

Violet lifted her head from the book she'd been reading, cuddled up in a warm blanket and her comfy pyjamas already. "Getting ready? For what?" Honestly, whatever it was, she wasn't going. She'd had more than enough 'entertainment' over the last two weeks and was happy to just spend this night here in her bed. Or maybe even the days after, too. Fuck everyone else.

Rhiannon stepped fully into her room, her hands on her hips. "Liam's birthday party? You told him you'd be there, remember?"

With a groan, Violet let her head drop back against the headboard. "Shit…that's today?" If there was one person she didn't want to let down then it was ever-happy, ever-encouraging, ever-supportive Liam. But still, just the idea of getting out of this bed and putting on sensible clothes seemed like too much effort, let alone joining her friend at some club.

Sighing, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going. Can you excuse me? I'm really not feeling like partying."

Rhiannon pressed her lips into a thin line and regarded her with a long look. Then she shook her head, too. "Nope, I'm not doing that," she announced, coming closer with purposeful strides. "Because you are going to come with us. You had your time moping around after that asshole cheated on you, but now it's time to keep living."

"Rhi…" Violet pleaded, but she just shook her head again.

"None of that, Vi. What you need now is a distraction, some fun. Even if only to rub it in his face that you're better off without him. Because you are! I'd suggest getting laid by some hot stranger, but I know that's not really your thing. So what's better than a night out with your friends? You can drink as many cocktails as you like, I'll watch out for you, and we'll dance the entire night away, if you want. But you are coming with us."

Violet wrinkled her nose. But she knew Rhiannon well enough after their years of friendship, knew that, when she used this tone, then there was no arguing with her.

. o O o .

Okay, maybe coming here hadn't been such a bad idea, after all. Even after only five minutes at the club Liam had picked, Violet already felt more alive than she had in…a very long time. Even since before she’d found Halden in bed with another woman and he'd tried to explain away what he'd done instead of apologising, if she was being honest.

Maybe it was the beat of the music that made her forget about her gloomy thoughts, or maybe it was laughing with her friends, the true joy she'd seen on Ridoc's, Sawyer's, and most of all Liam's face as she joined them at their table. Maybe it was the vibrant life all around her, people dancing and laughing, that reminded her of how good things could be.

Yep, she truly had to thank Rhiannon for making her come.

"You'll have to excuse me for a moment," Liam shouted over the loud music, squeezing her shoulder where he'd had his arm around her until now. "As much as I love you all, my other guests just arrived and I at least have to greet them." He gave Violet and the rest of them a wink then disappeared into the crowd, and Ridoc instantly turned his head to gaze at where he was heading.

Rhiannon and Violet shared a knowing smirk across their drinks. While Liam, who'd only recently joined their team, had become a solid member of their 'squad' at work, he of course also had other friends. And even though this was the first time their two groups truly met, they'd already met one person of that other group before. Bodhi, a guy with black curly hair, warm tawny skin, and an easy smile, had come over to pick Liam up for some group activities once or twice, and even though those meetings had been barely enough to exchange more than a dozen words, Ridoc was already entirely smitten.

"He's my soulmate," he kept exclaiming whenever one of them teased him about his cute infatuation. "I just know it, okay?" Which only made them grin wider, of course.

"So, are you going to make a move tonight?" Sawyer inquired with a grin.

Ridoc huffed a laugh. "Is grass green? Of course, I will. That man is just waiting for me to pick him up, whether he already knows it or not."

"Oh, I think he knows," came Liam's voice from behind them again, his eyes gleaming with glee.

Behind him, Bodhi appeared with a bit of a blush around his ears, and he headed directly for Ridoc, not needing any introductions, after all. Yeah, it seemed like they wouldn't be seeing much of those two tonight anymore.

As they moved away to talk, some new people took their places around the table, and Violet could do little but gawk as Liam introduced them all to each other. There was a woman named Imogen whose pink hair stood out even in a club like this. A guy named Garrick had his arm around her shoulders and greeted them all with an open grin that made Violet instantly like him. And then, there was him.

Xaden.

He looked so much like Bodhi that they had to be related. Brothers, maybe? At least cousins. He had the same dark curls and tawny skin, the same muscular build and handsome features. But where Bodhi seemed open and approachable, Xaden was cool and aloof. He also was a bit taller and broader, his features all around a bit harder, sharper, his eyes so dark they seemed nearly black in this light.

And he was absolutely gorgeous.

Violet couldn't pin down what it was, just something about the way he moved, how his eyes took them all in, the timbre of his voice. Sometimes, Violet thought to herself, sometimes, life is good. Yep, letting Rhi drag her out of her gloom for this was definitely the right decision.

. o O o .

"May I join you here?"

Violet looked up from where she sat alone at their table, even though she knew in an instant who it was. Only twenty minutes had passed since Liam's friends had arrived and he'd only spoken a few words since then, and yet Xaden's voice had already burned itself into her memory. "Uh, sure!" She grabbed Rhi's and her purses to put them on her other side, making room for him to sit.

He slid into the free space with a grace that made her instantly jealous, but momentarily forgot that thought again when his broad arm came to rest next to her own. Fuck, he was massive. And why did that make heat curl in her lower belly? She really needed to get a grip.

"You're not dancing?" he asked, nodding to where the rest of their combined group was moving on the dance floor. Minus Ridoc and Bodhi, of course, who were nowhere to be seen anymore.

Violet snorted and shook her head. "I have pretty stupid joints, they don't like staying where they're supposed to. Dancing is generally not a good idea for me."

He huffed something of a laugh. "Fair enough."

"And you?" she threw back, glancing at where Rhi and Liam were throwing curious glances at them. "What's your excuse?" Because, clearly, he wasn't dancing, either.

His beautiful lips pulled into a half-smile that made her heart skip a beat or two. "I just didn't feel like it."

"Fair enough," she replied, drawing another devastating smile from his lips. Violet had to swallow at the way he looked at her, all hooded lids and heated eyes, and quickly took another sip from her drink to cover it up. Being this attractive and flirting with her? That had to be illegal.

Especially when he let out a low chuckle all of a sudden. At her questioning glance, he nodded at her drink. "I was just… What is this? It certainly earned the name cocktail, that's for sure. That has to be the most colourful drink on their entire menu."

Violet eyed her glass— and couldn't help but giggle as well. "Well, it is called a rainbow cocktail. Mocktail. So it should be colourful, don't you think?" It didn't help that the bartender had apparently felt the need to add not one, not two, but three pieces of colourful decoration, including a rainbow-coloured feather. It really looked a bit ridiculous.

For comparison, she glanced at his drink, probably coke with some rum or whisky, and had to suppress another chuckle. All black, that seemed to be his thing as it matched his clothes, tight-fitting denims and a short-sleeved shirt of the same colour.

Xaden hummed. "No alcohol?"

Violet shrugged. "No, just juice and soda for me. I had one cocktail earlier, but I'd rather not get too drunk today." Which was a change of plan she'd decided on about two minutes after Liam's friends had arrived, but she refused to think too deeply about why she wanted to stay more sober all of a sudden.

"Same as me, then." He held up his glass, his lips twitching into a smirk at her surprised look. "Just coke. I don't drink and drive."

Damn, attractive, interested, and responsible? Where had this guy been when she'd met Halden? He could have saved her from a lot of trouble.

"So, how do you know Liam?" she asked, just to cover up how his eyes alone were ruining the panties she was wearing beneath her skirt. Maybe she'd had too much alcohol after all, if only this short exchange was already enough for her to be nearly drenched.

Xaden huffed a small laugh. "We're brothers." When she whipped her head around to stare at him, dumbfounded, he put on that devastating smirk again. "We were fostered together," he explains more softly. Okay, that made more sense. "And you're working with him?"

Violet blinked, then nodded. "Yeah, he and I share an office. Rhi, Sawyer, and Ridoc are in the one next to ours. We started out all getting lunch together, and now…" She shrugged. The friendship between the five of them was something special to her, not easy to put into words. They always had each other's back.

"I see," Xaden mused. "So…are you the one with the asshole of an ex?"

Violet nearly choked on her drink. "Liam gossiped about that?" That didn't seem right, not like Liam at all.

But Xaden shook his head. "Not directly. He was just…very agitated when he learned about it, stomping up and down our living room and cursing. I didn't get any details, just that he felt like hunting down someone's boyfriend and punching him in the face— which is pretty unusual for Liam, he's not a violent guy. And then he was all smug one day, told me one of his colleagues finally ditched their partner. So I was just putting things together here."

Violet huffed a humourless laugh, filing away the comment about their living room for another time. "Yeah, that was all about me. He cheated on me and, eventually, I dumped him. I deserve better than such an irresponsible and unreliable idiot."

Xaden murmured something that again sounded like his words from before, same as me, then. But before she could be sure, he already went on. "Agreed," he murmured. "You certainly do." His eyes were even more intent on her now, making her squirm in her seat. By Amari, if he didn't stop looking at her like that, she'd have to excuse herself to the bathroom and try to contain her mess with toilet paper or something. "So, did you only come here for Liam's sake?” he asked, shifting in his seat. “Or are you looking for a rebound fling?"

Violet sucked in a breath, her eyes meeting his. Was he…offering?

Thoughts crossed her mind at lightning speed, pros and cons warring until one thought stood out to her. He was Liam's friend. So he had to be trustworthy.

Her expression shifted into a sly smile, her lower lip tucked between her teeth as she let her gaze wander over his body, the muscles beneath smooth inked skin, until she met his eyes again. "Maybe?" she replied, her tone more seductive than she knew she was capable of.

Xaden's eyes flared with sudden undiluted interest. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his gaze wandered through the room, searching until they found the corridor that led to the bathrooms. Looking back at her, he cocked his head, nodding in that direction, the question clear in his eyes.

Violet hesitated for less than a second. Was she really going to fuck a stranger in the club's bathroom? She gave him a nod.

Apparently, she was.

. o O o .

Violet gasped as her back hit the wall of the tight broom closet. Or was it the door? It was too dark in here to see much. They hadn't even made it to the bathrooms, Xaden pulling her through the hidden door, and his mouth had been on hers before the door was even closed again.

His kiss was rough and urgent, like he was starving and she was the first meal he had in days. His hands were all over her, pinning her between the door and his body, his tongue gliding against her lips, begging for entrance. She granted it happily, wrapping one leg around him as best she could. She just needed him closer. The motion made her skirt ride up all the way to her waist and brought her soaked panties right to his crotch, but she didn't care. How could she when the most gorgeous man she'd ever met was kissing her within an inch of her life?

"Fuck, Vi," he groaned as his fingers found the wetness between her things. "I need…" He grunted and shook his head as if to clear it. "How quiet can you be?"

Oh, Gods, this was really happening.

"Pretty quiet if I have to be," she shot back, grinning as she let her hand run down his front to where she could feel him hard beneath his denims.

Xaden all but growled. "Excellent."

Instead of fumbling with his button and zipper, however, he unwrapped her leg from his waist before he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands beneath her skirt before she could wrap her head around the sudden change. "W-what…?" she sputtered as he slid her panties down her legs.

"I want to taste you," he groaned against her inner thigh where he'd lifted her left leg back up again to place it over his shoulder. "Fuck, you smell so good."

He wasted no time, his tongue flicking out against her slick folds. Violet couldn’t contain her surprise, a breathy cry slipping off her lips, and she instantly clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes blown wide. Gods, what was happening?

Xaden's eyes— they really were black, weren't they?— flickered up to meet hers. "Everything okay?" he rasped against her sensitive skin, and Violet's leg threatened to give with how it trembled.

Not daring to take her hand away from her mouth, Violet nodded, mewling at the way his eyes flashed with a devious smirk, how it made her all but melt into his hold on her.

And then he really started to put his mouth to work on her, and all Violet could do was at least try and keep her gasps and cries muffled. Her free hand scrambled for his hair just for anything to hold on to as he pushed her higher and higher, his tongue licking at her wetness, his lips closing around her clit to suck. It was maddening, a roller-coaster of sensations. The way he groaned into her heated flesh when she tore at his hair, how his hands tightened against her thighs to hold her in place.

"Xaden!" she gasped as she felt her orgasm building— so quickly, she couldn't believe it was really happening— her other hand flying into his hair as well. To keep him there or to push him away for a reprieve, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that she would die if he didn't—

Her breath came in short little gasps as the wave was building, and the coil drew tight in her stomach. And when she came— flung over the edge violently like barely ever before— it was all she could do to bite down on her lower lip, hard, to keep the screams building inside her as low keening, as Xaden completely wrecked her with his mouth.

"Fuck, that was hot," he grunted as her senses returned to her. He was standing again, so close that she felt him against her entire front, felt all the hard muscles beneath his skin, yet the moment was also oddly soft in how he bent to rest his forehead against hers.

Violet gasped a breathy laugh, her head still swimming in the afterglow. "That…that was… Just, wow." From the corner of her eye, she saw him grin. "Do you want me to return the favour?"

Xaden groaned, a tangible shudder running through his body, and his cock notably strained at her words. But he shook his head. "I don't think I could even try to be quiet right now," he grunted, his hand twitching where he'd grabbed her shoulder.

Violet sucked in a breath, the entire situation making her head spin. Fucking a stranger at a club's bathroom was wild to her— but not uncommon, all in all. But having one go down on her, giving her such an amazing orgasm, and then not insisting on her returning it? Fuck, this guy was too good to be real.

"Then how about we go to my place instead?" she heard herself suggest, and didn't regret it one bit. This night was not going how she'd imagined it, but that was okay. Because it was better, and she wasn't yet ready to let it end here.

Another groan rumbled through him. "Are you sure?" he grunted. "You don't have to—"

"I am sure," she interrupted him. "This was great, but I want you to fuck me, Xaden. And I don't think I could be quiet about it here, either."

He gasped a low laugh and shook his head. "Fuck, you'll be the death of me."

. o O o .

Chat history with RhiBee

Hey, would you mind spending the night at Tara's? 😇

Oh, my Gods! Violet Sorrengail, are you telling me you're bringing 'company'? 😏

Is it Riorson?

Who's Riorson?

Hahaha, haven't laughed that much in a while. 😑

That guy you were eye-fucking about half an hour ago? Bodhi's cousin?

Oh, you mean Xaden.

Uh, yeah, it's him.

Ha! I knew it! Sawyer owes me a 5er. 😁

Sure, I'll go to Tara when you feel well enough again.

See you tomorrow. And have fun. 😏 That guy looked like he knows what he's doing.

Violet fought hard to keep her lips neutral, but ultimately failed. Oh, Rhi had no idea. But after that first taste she got in that broom closet? Yeah, Xaden clearly knew what he was doing.

"What's so funny?"

She glanced up to where Xaden's eyes were safely glued to the road ahead. How had he…?

"Just my roommate, Rhiannon." She held up her phone as if that alone answered all questions. "She's going to spend the night at her girlfriend's. So we can be as loud as we want," she added in an entirely fake innocent tone.

Xaden’s hands tightened around the steering wheel and his next exhale came a little louder. "Nice to see how much trust you have in my driving skills that you dare say something like that without being worried I might get distracted."

Now, she gladly let that smirk spread across her face. She shifted in her seat to face him, aware of how her blouse hugged her curves. "What, am I distracting you?" she hummed, letting a finger glide down her cleavage as if by chance. Weirdly, she really did trust him. Implicitly.

The car came to an abrupt halt, startling Violet, but when she glanced ahead, they were standing at a red traffic light.

And when she looked back at him, his dark eyes were burning into hers. "I've been hard since the moment I laid eyes on you in that club. And that's after I swore to myself that I wouldn't—" He bit back whatever it was he'd sworn not to do. "So, yes, you are distracting me. And if you don't stop that—" He reached for her hand and gently pulled it away from her breast. "—then we're not going to make it to your flat because I'll be fucking you senseless on some dark parking lot, public indecency be damned."

Heat flushed through Violet, painting her cheeks pink, and she could only hope that she wasn't leaving some stains on his seat from how his words affected her. Her panties still lay somewhere in that dark closet, after all. But somehow, that 'threat' of what he might do didn't even sound so bad. Fuck, what was happening to her?

"Okay," she breathed, sitting straight again, and thankfully, the lights turned green again at that moment. The faster they made it home the better.

. o O o .

His lips were back on hers the moment the door to the flat fell closed behind them, and Violet knew that if he'd touched her any sooner, they indeed wouldn't have made it behind closed doors. Because when he kissed her, everything else around her instantly seemed to drop out of existence. The slide of his lips, the way his tongue ravaged her mouth, his hands all over her, it was everything.

"So, now for returning that favour," she gasped once they had to part for breath, throwing him a promising smile from beneath her lashes. Her hand slid down his front, and the groan rumbling in his chest along with how his cock strained in its confinements made a fresh wave of heat roll through her.

Xaden's eyes fell shut as she palmed him through his denims— apparently he was massive everywhere— and his hands grabbed at her shoulders, as if he needed to hold on to something, too. "Y-you don't have to do that," he grunted after a few moments, clearly fighting to keep a clear head. "I love eating out my partners, don't do it to make them reciprocate."

A hot wave of a different kind washed through Violet at that, appreciation and maybe something else. He really was too good to be true. But she didn't pull her hand away from him. "That's good to know," she breathed against his neck, standing on her toes. "And you're happily invited to go for a snack again at a later time. But right now, I want to suck you off." It wasn't even a lie, she was dying to get her mouth on him.

"Oh, fuck…" His hips pushed further into her touch, without his help as it seemed, and his head dropped back.

She flipped his button open and pulled the zipper down, then let her hand glide beneath the fabric, humming as her finger wrapped around his smooth length. She stroked him a couple of times— Gods, he felt fantastic— but then drew back and reached for his hand instead. "Come over here," she said, tugging him towards the sofa. He followed easily, then helped push his denims and boxers down and off before she manoeuvred him to sit down. Placing a cushion onto the floor beneath her knees, Violet made herself as comfortable as possible before returning her attention to his cock, standing hard and beautiful now, and her hand around it looked tiny.

"So, what is it you like?" she asked almost casually as she started to stroke him, slowly. "Do you want me to be thorough, to make you scream as I suck you dry? Or do you prefer hot, quick, and messy with how pent-up you already seem to be?"

Xaden's eyes flared with lust, precome beading at his tip. "Hot and quick sounds good," he grunted, hips flexing into her hand. "I'll be screaming either way."

Violet's breath hitched. "And should I suck you to completion or rather stop before?" She leaned in and dragged her tongue along his cock, humming. "I do want you to fuck me tonight, too, you know?"

At that, he let out a breathy laugh. "Don't worry about that. I don't think I could stay soft for long around you even if I tried."

And now she'd ruined the cushion, too. Fuck, why did he have such an effect on her?

They didn't talk anymore after that, nothing meaningful, at least. Violet took a minute or two to explore his cock and balls, his size, which spots seemed to be sensitive, to get accustomed to him. But then, she closed her lips around his tip, her eyes holding his captive, as she slowly pushed down.

Xaden's eyes grew wide as she kept on going until he bumped against the back of her throat, her tongue flickering along his underside. "Oh, shit," he growled, his fingers digging into the cushions.

Violet threw him something of a smirk, as best she could with his cock in her mouth— and then started to move. He'd wanted it hot and quick, so that was what she gave him, dragging her lips up and down his shaft, her cheeks hollowed. Xaden made good on his promise, moaning and shouting freely, and, fuck, was it hot to see and hear him enjoying her mouth so openly.

"Fuck, Vi!" he grunted as she pushed him even further down her throat and swallowed around him. "I'm…coming!"

She appreciated the warning but didn't pull back, only hummed in delight, and a moment later, hot come was shooting down her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut as she swallowed it all down, at his primal shout echoing through the flat, at how her entire body grew tight in reflex.

When she eventually pulled back, Xaden was panting, his eyes on her blown wide. "By Malek's balls," he groaned, "That was…fuck! So hot."

Violet grinned as she pushed herself back up on her legs, rubbing her knees. "It was my pleasure."

Xaden huffed a laugh. He reached for her, and Violet didn't resist when he pulled her down on top of him, claiming her mouth in another heated kiss, nor when he guided her to lie on the sofa beneath him, his hand once again sliding beneath her skirt.

"Fuck, I forgot you aren’t wearing any underwear anymore," he cursed when he found her bare and dripping. "Did you really walk through the club like that?"

Violet gasped as his fingers found her clit, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut. "Obviously?"

Xaden laughed, low and deep, his body rumbling against her own where he touched her. "You'll be the death of me, I swear…"

Violet meant to give him some witty reply but instead moaned as one of his fingers dipped into her without resistance.

"So hot," he murmured, awed. "So wet, all for me."

Mewling, Violet gave in to his touch as he kept fingering her, too much of a mess to do anything but take it. He started slowly, pushing in and out with one finger, then two, then three. Before long, his movements sped up, his wrist stiff as he fucked his fingers into her, drawing one shout after the other from her with the way he had his fingers crooked just so, how he drove into her mercilessly.

Violet clung to him, her fingernails surely leaving marks where she was clutching at his right arm, his shoulder. But neither of them cared, not when he was pushing her into her second orgasm of the night, this time with her free to vocally release her pleasure as well, amplifying it.

"Has anyone ever told you how devastatingly beautiful you are when you come?" Xaden murmured into her ear as she was floating down, feeling like a puddle of bliss beneath him.

Chuckling, she shook her head, her lips gliding along his neck, his shoulder. "Don't get sappy on me now," she teased and placed a hand against his still covered chest. Gods, how was it possible they'd made each other come three times now but still wore nearly all of their clothes? They had to rectify that, soon.

"Who, me?" Xaden smirked, holding out his hand to help her up after pulling his boxers back up. As if he'd been able to read her mind and wanted to tease her. "Don't worry about that. I'm just warning you that I might make you come a few times more, just to watch."

Ducking her head, Violet turned away to hide her blush. And how was it possible for her body to react to that already when she'd just come on his fingers? "Maybe I wouldn't even mind?"

His answering grin could only be called devious and made her toes curl against the carpet.

. o O o .

#riorgail #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #fanfiction #modern AU #the empyrean

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