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honney-pies · 9 months

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Ma Cherie ❤︎

Family Bonding

Pairing: Inumaki Toge/F! oc/ Okkotsu Yuuta

Length: 2.3k

Summary: Kanae has some bonding moments with Satoru and there's totally no angst

Content warning: this chapter contains major spoilers for jjk season two, elements of temporary character death, stabbing, excessive bleeding, and toji

A/N: guys i actually remembered to post! as always there is a self insert version on my blog and you can also find me on ao3.

Teaser -- Chapter One

─── ⋆⋅ November 2016 ⋅⋆ ───

Yuuta and Kanae had just finished a job with Inumaki and were currently waiting for him outside of a convenience store while he got his throat medicine. Since the two had their conversation a couple weeks ago, they have been getting closer and more open with each other. Toge noticed and thought it was quite cute, Kanae also noticed how the pair had also been getting closer since their last mission. She also thought it was cute.

She saw Yuuta fidgeting and knew that he was going to ask something that he felt was an invasion of privacy, though it hardly was.

“Um Kamo-”

“Kanae, ‘kkotsu,” she interrupted.

“Kanae-san, how do you know Gojo-sensei outside of school?” She looked at him as she tilted her head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you’ve told me a little bit about how he was the one who raised you, but how did that happen? Why did it happen?” Kanae finds it amusing how quickly he became comfortable enough to ask personal questions without stuttering. She smiled at him and hummed.

“Well technically we first met when I was one, but I don’t remember that for obvious reasons. He said it was boring since I couldn’t talk yet. Our parents made a deal that I would basically be his puppet if the time ever came he would need support or something like that. I don’t know the details of it and I don’t care all that much since I know he wouldn’t put me in that position without asking me.”

─── ⋆⋅ March 2001 ⋅⋆ ───

“Satoru-kun, why don’t you spend some time with Kamo-kun while we grownups talk?” Satoru knew that he shouldn’t say anything and just go along with it, but that didn’t stop him from making a rude remark to his mom; being the chosen one had its perks.

“So, you’re how old?” No response. Just the baby babble and the smashing of toys.

“What’s your name?” Again, no response.

“Do you know how to do anything?” At that the child stood up and took a couple shaky steps before falling and laughing, she was clearly proud of herself.

“You’re not interesting.” The young girl huffed and went back to her blocks and all Satoru could do was stare at her. Semi entertained.

─── ⋆⋅ November 2016 ⋅⋆ ───

“So you’ve known him almost your whole life?”

“Yeah pretty much!” The pair saw Inumaki exit the store and he quickly met the two out front and began the walk back to the school since it wasn’t that far away.

“Any more questions?” Yuuta looked lost in thought and then looked back at her.

“Kanae-san, what was it like growing up with Sensei?” Kanae laughed a little at that.

“He’s one of the loudest people I know, he was there for all my school stuff, he got banned from my school at one point because he and my brother were caught threatening a kid for making fun of me. They would walk me to and from school and Sho-nee was the only one allowed to get me from school if Yaga-san wasn’t available. It was annoying but a lot of fun too.”

─── ⋆⋅ April 2006 ⋅⋆ ───

As the young girl walked through the barrier of the school she wanted to go straight to her room and not come out. Unfortunately Suguru knew something was wrong the whole walk home.

“Kanae, would you like to talk about how her school day was,” he asked. She shook her head. Her frown practically a permanent feature on her face. He grabbed her hand a little tighter.

“How about we make cookies?” He laughed at how bright her eyes became and Kanae practically sprinted to the kitchen. He called Satoru and told him to head to the kitchen once he’s done with his meeting with the elders. It’s comical how quickly he showed up after that.

“Kanae, how was school?” Satoru really needed to learn how to read the room a little better. Kanae frowned and then her eyes got watery.

“Today was bring your mom to school day.” The other two looked at each other with wide eyes, holding a conversation with no words and only glances.

“How was it?”

“Awkward. Some of the mom’s asked questions, but they were pretty nice to me after I told them she died,” she said, “But a couple of the kids made fun of me and the moms looked at me weird, I didn’t like it at all and it made me feel sad. One boy said that I can’t have a family and when I tried to tell him I did he just yelled over me!” Satoru and Suguru could tell she wasn’t going to feel better soon, but they would do all they could until she did.

“We’ll walk you to school tomorrow, okay?” She nodded her head as she watched the cookies bake in the oven. They took silly pictures and watched a silly movie.

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The next day the three of them made sure to leave a little early to talk with the school and with the boy. The boys went to deal with the insolent child.

“Kanae, who’s the boy who made you feel bad?” She pointed to a boy with the ugliest fucking haircut and they stalked up to him and started bareting him.

“Who do you think you are talking to her like that?”

“How dare you say she doesn’t have a family?”

“Do I need to talk to your mother?”

“You ever do it again, we'll take your cat!”

“Satoru, too far,” Suguru whispered before saying, “we’ll burn your house to the ground instead. After making sure your cat isn’t inside.”

“U-Uh I don’ have a cat.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What, do you like dogs more?” The boy shakily nodded his head.

“What are you, a psycho? We should take your dog!”

“Suguru, too far,” Satoru whispered before telling the boy if he ever pulled a stunt like that again he would track him down and eat his bed.

“Satoru, what is with you and eating things?”

“Don’t ques-”

“Gojo-san, Geto-san, what are you doing to that poor boy?”

In the end Shoko had to come to the school and bail them both out of trouble, but not before it was stated that they could never step foot on the school grounds again.

Kanae was so embarrassed, but happy when she found out. Satoru bought her a phone so she could call them if something happened again, Suguru bought her charms for it and they spent the afternoon bedazzling it while sitting in the corner of Shoko’s room while she got ready for her “hangout” with Utahime.

─── ⋆⋅ November 2016 ⋅⋆ ──

“Your brother?” Kanae looked straight ahead and she felt Inumaki nudging her arm with his shoulder.

“Did I ask something I shouldn’t have?”

“No, you didn’t. It’s just a sore subject, maybe not the best one for right now.” Yuuta looked at her and saw the sad smile on her face.

As they entered the school grounds, Yuuta noticed how Kanae avoided walking across a couple cracks in the ground. Upon closer inspection he also saw that the concrete was slightly uneven and had splotches of discoloration surrounding it. They were only slightly darker than the rest of the ground, small weeds growing through.

Just when he was about to ask about why it wasn’t as pristine as the rest of the school, Inumaki bumped shoulders with him and shook his head.

‘Not a good time, maybe later,’ the boy signed.

─── ⋆⋅August 2006⋅⋆ ──

Kanae had been hanging out with Yaga learning more about how cursed energy flows when she got a text from Satoru letting her know that they just left the airport and would be home soon. Of course she had been planning on meeting everyone at the barrier, but Yaga had wanted to finish more of the lesson before she went to go goof off with her “bestest-not-brother-brothers” for the rest of the day. Yaga had a sneaking suspicion that Kanae saw Satoru more as a father and Satoru saw her as his daughter no matter how much he tried to deny it. Especially after what happened with her mother. It had been a while since the two of them had been away from each other for that long, even though it had only been two days, and called each other regularly and texted frequently. After Yaga decided that she had done enough of the lesson he let her go run off.

Kanae was extremely excited to see her brothers after the two days apart, nearly three! There was also a very pretty girl who she spoke to on the phone named Amanai. She was also excited to meet her. Though from what her brothers had told her they could only meet for a minute or two since she was supposed to meet and ‘assimilate with Tegen-sama’ whoever and whatever that was.

When Kanae arrived at the entrance of the school she hadn’t been prepared for what she saw. Her doting brother was lying in a pool of his blood as a dark haired man stood over him. The man began to walk away, towards her. Well towards Tegen-sama and the Plasma Star Vessel - Amanai - but she didn’t know that at the time. What she did know was that she was scared. Kanae was scared that she was going to die and this time no one would be able to save her from death like they had from her mother.

Before she knew what was happening, a blade made its way just under her collarbone and a scream ripped its way from her throat. She didn’t remember seeing the man move, let alone that quickly, but she did remember his face. A scar across his bottom lip, bright green eyes.All Kanae could think is how much the man looked like her mother as he threw her towards her future guardian, her protector.

She could feel the blood leaving her body and that terrified her, but that’s not what scared her the most. What scared her was that she couldn’t feel Satoru. She had never been able to describe it all that well, mainly because she didn’t fully understand what ‘it’ was, but she always knew if he was close. She could hear his heartbeat and feel his blood move. But now she couldn’t feel either. She felt nothing from him and she couldn’t help but sob. She sobbed for what felt like forever to the poor girl as she wished all the blood would go away, that all the blood would return to where it was supposed to be.

“Toru-nii please! Please wake up!” Kanae repeated this over and over as she clung to him like a lifeline, ignoring the pain wracking her small body, like he would come back to her. Her throat had become raw and her voice became hoarse, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop until he came back to her. Kanae could feel her consciousness starting to drift away. Her body was tired from crying, loss of blood, and loss of energy. As she began to lose hope for Satoru to wake up, she voiced two final sentences.

“Dad please don’t leave me, you promised! You promised to stay with me!” Her blood mixed with his until there was no separating them and she began to feel her cries be answered. She could feel Satoru again. Kanae could feel one of the most important people in her life had begun to wake up. She felt his arms move to hold her and she felt as if everything would be okay again. Her tears had stained their clothes and she could feel the snot from her nose move its way into her mouth and it bothered her immensely, but she would rather deal with it than to let go of Satoru.

“I’m here, Kanae. Toru-nii’s here… your dad’s here,” Satoru said these words in a mantra until the young girl began to loosen her hold on him enough for him to look at her. He saw blood coating the left part of her chest and in the back of his mind he could tell that it wasn’t his blood. That thought alone was more than enough to send him into a panic. He saw the stab wound and placed his hand over it and pulled her closer to his chest, pressing a soft kiss on to her temple.

“I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I won’t do it again. Big Bro-dads shouldn’t go back on their promises.” Kanae looked him in the eyes and furrowed her brow.

“Wha’s a bro-dad?” Satoru laughed a small, quiet laugh at the tired girl. Nothing like his usual one.

“Me of course! I’m your bestest big brother and I’m going to be your legal parent when I’m legally allowed, so you can’t go away now, at least not when we’re so close to finally saving each other!” Kanae smiled at him and rested her head against him.

“You’re the best bro-dad ever, Toru-nii.” And all Satoru could do was pull his little girl as close as he possibly could without hurting her and promise to himself that he would try his damn hardest not to scare her like that again.

─── ⋆⋅ November 2016 ⋅⋆ ──

Once they reach the main training grounds, they see Gojo helping to train the other first years when he got a phone call.

“Hello? Ah yes, this is his guardian… another one? Yes, I'll be there shortly.” Kanae let out a small snort and pulled out her phone, sending a quick text.

“Do you want me to go get him, Gojo,” she asked. He looked at her through his bandages and smiled.

“I’m sure Megumi-chan would love that!” She smiled and looked over at Yuuta.

“Would you like to come with me?” The boy in question tilted his head to the side.

“Where are we going?”

“To go get a little crotch goblin,” she replied.

“... Huh?”

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a/n: thank you so much for reading!! the next chepter, 'what once was,' is heavily revolved around suguru and kanae's dynamic along with satosugu, so yeah lol. it will contain spoilers for jjk season two and jjk 0, i'm also going to refrence spoilers for the shibuya arc as well, so be aware please.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #okkotsu yuuta #honney-pies #ma cherie #inumaki x oc #yuuta x oc #yuuta okkotsu x inumaki toge

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camuslittlesister · 10 months

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Summer of Smut 2023 - 4

This was technically intended for the prompt for the 26th but then my body decided to punish me for the fact my otome husbandos cannot get me pregnant sooo I adapted it.

Almost Lover

Prompt Sneaking out of a pool party Otome Brothers Conflict Ship Tsubaki x female OC (ok, I’ll admit it, this is a poorly disguided self-insert 🥹 as if I could get away with this specific brand of a n g s t in front of my friends. She isn’t named tho) Warning It spoils a circumstance between Azusa and Tsubaki (it takes place in a hypothetical future at the end of the summer after Azusa’s route) and something about Hikaru. Also, if you played Olympia Soirée, this is your TW, f l a s h b a c k s. Well, one. Still, it was our collective trauma of 2021.

Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy I thought you'd want the same for me Goodbye, my almost lover Goodbye, my hopeless dream

- A Fine Frenzy

Her moans sounded like she was far more into it than I was. I looked back down at her, her long hair a mess on the pillow, a different colour than Ema’s and, yet, it was hard for me to truly see her. I could feel her hands tightening around my arms when I thrusted, her hips moving to meet the hit, all her muscles tensing and releasing when it counted. How many lovers had she had to be this good? And, yet…I just couldn’t help but think that I would have rather felt Ema’s inexperienced first love instead.

I didn’t feel guilty, although maybe I should’ve. She came to this hotel after I drunkenly told her all about how Azusa always takes everything I want from me. I wonder why. I’m sure she doesn’t lack any opportunities with guys. I was so distracted by my thoughts I was finding it hard to come. She smiled at me. It was a soft smile, the kind Masaomi has for his patients. Dammit, now I truly have gone and killed the mood. I was so angry with myself I went at it even harder.

Well, at least she likes it. Unless she is faking it. No, she isn’t, surely? It’d be too hard to fake those spasms. Well, whatever. She pushed me over the edge at last and I rolled over by her side. She didn’t try to make shallow conversation. I just stared at the ceiling for a while. She got out of bed and headed for the table, her beautiful figure almost ethereal in the moonlight. For a moment I wished I had met her at any other time but this. She deserved more than the half-assed fuck I gave her.

She returned to bed with a bag of gummies with a kawaii character or other and offered me some. “Thank you ⭐️” I tried to be my usual cheerful self, she didn’t buy it.“You’re really mad at your brother, huh? I’m so sorry…I hope you feel a bit lighter now. Your smile lights up the room, but it’d be even more beautiful if genuine…” “Why do you think I’m mad at Azusa?” “You went really hard at it, like a raging bull, and you had no reason to be that angry at my vagina…” I did not reply. I took another gummy from the bag and lowered my head on her shoulder like I always did on Azusa’s.

“So that’s the infamous Azusa?” she was looking around the garden trying to piece together my family. “No, that’s Natsume. Azusa has dark hair and glasses. Do you not read magazines?” “I buy them if you’re in them?!” “So you should know what Azusa looks like!” “He’s your twin, he looks like you but not as good. As does that guy”“Yeah. We’re triplets…fine, I forgive you” I stole a kiss and took her hand, finally walking out into the garden and making our presence known.

We may have walked two steps when the menace that are two of my older brothers descended on us: Hikaru and Kaname, one teasing me about how fast I moved on from being in love with Ema like everyone else, and the other pointing out that with a girlfriend as pretty as mine it was understandable, what wasn’t is what she saw in me. I pouted: “Hey, that girl’s magazine voted me the hottest seiyuu this year” everyone laughed, even Ukyo nearby chuckled behind his hand, trying to hide.

“The real question is how she puts up with his personality” I could have recognised that voice among thousands speaking at once.“Azusaaaaaaa ⭐️” I turned around and hugged him. “How does it feel being the mistress?” Hikaru asked my girlfriend.“It’s fine. The doujinshi sell like hot cakes…” she was joking…right?Kaname did not miss a beat: “If you ever need to offload your pain, I’m a good listener…”

I turned their way, my arms still around my twin, glaring. Azusa smiled gently: “You must be the girl nobody believed was real. Thank you for taking good care of my brother, he’s a lot of trouble but please continue to take care of him” Why is she not denying the accusation? I’m no trouble. “Is Ema not with you?” I asked Azusa. It was the first time in a long time that we were all in the same place at once, as I had left Sunrise Residence to move in with my now girlfriend when they first got together.

“She’s playing in the pool with Wataru” he replied. There was some awkwardness between us for a moment. I had never really addressed that I had moved out because of them even though he and I had been joined at the hip for most of our lives. My girlfriend noticed, as perceptive as ever, and changed the topic: “Won’t you introduce me to everyone else?” “Okay ⭐️” I finally disentangled myself from Azusa and took her around to my other brothers, and my mother and Rintaro-san who had, by then, arrived. Mother gave me a knowing look, before dropping a metaphorical iced bucket on my head: “I’m so glad to have a second daughter to dress up.”

My girlfriend looked at me with questioning eyes and I tried to change the subject. It was true that we lived together, even with all the risks involved for me if the tabloids found out, and that I never took a girl home to meet everyone, but our circumstances were more complicated, and our relationship far shorter than everyone thought.

“Oh, if it isn’t the first daughter” Mother’s attention shifted to Ema, who had now joined us too. I felt my hand being squeezed as I forced my brightest smile and turned towards the girl who had broken my heart. I could overhear my mother talk about how beautiful it would be if we had a double wedding. I tried to block her out of my mind, as Ema was as sweet as ever, complimenting my girlfriend over being as beautiful and glamourous as Hikaru. Ema was right, I thought, as I watched her gracefully accept the compliment. She was unlike other girls I had ever met.

“Tsubaki, will you show me to the bathroom please? I need to powder my nose…” Ema tried to volunteer, but I made the excuse of needing to go too so that I would be the one. As soon as we were out of sight in front of the bathroom, she hugged me: “I’m so proud of you”“What for?” “How you handled seeing the girl that broke your heart and the brother who helped her do it…it’s painful to see someone you love with someone else, and have to act like you’re happy for them when maybe on some level you are but your feelings are more complicated than that…”

I looked at her, her eyes earnest. Did she think I was still in love with Ema? “It’s true. It was so painful seeing Kaname and Hikaru flock to you like that” I replied. She looked surprised. I kissed her, opening the door behind her and walking us into the bathroom: “Did you actually need to go?” I asked her, not thinking through what I had just done.“No, I wanted to speak to you in private…”

“Good” I smiled, and locked the door. I lowered my voice to one of my acting voices, the one I used for ikémen, or as she called it my seme voice: “You need teaching a lesson. You mistakenly believe I am still in love with Ema no matter how many times I do this to you…” I kissed her, pulling her skirt up to her waist and realising she was wearing a one piece swimsuit. Of course. I used one hand to move it to the side, so I could use the other one to tease her.

She leaned back against the cabinets, relaxing at my touch. I knelt down in front of her. Gosh, I wish it was a bikini so I could pull it down…I had to hold the swimsuit out of the way instead of using both hands to play with her. I let my tongue reach as far as it would go, playing with her for a while, before inserting my fingers while my lips and tongue focused on the outside. She was a lot quieter than usual, which somehow made it even hotter. It didn’t take long before she had to use her hand to muffle her climax. I stood back up and hugged her, returning to my normal voice: “I think we should get married…”

She looked at me like I was absolutely insane. “I want to prove to you that my love is real.” Ever since I had fallen in love with her, I had stopped having sex with her. If anything happened, like it just did, it would just be me treating her like the princess she is, as if trying to atone for how badly I used her and hurt her at first. “Okay ⭐️” she replied, clearly making an impression of me “I will consider your proposal for real. But for now” she turned around in my arms “stop it with this whole thinking just of me out of guilt”

I didn’t know how to react at the fact she knew. She didn’t like sex from behind all that much, so that told me she really wanted me, even with how we got together all wrong. I prepared myself and slid inside her, careful not to hurt her even though I had been so rough to her and she had still stuck by me. “I love you” she said, as I pushed the whole length. I realised that I had proposed to her without ever telling her I loved her! “And I love you” I replied, bending over her back so I could reach her face to kiss her. It had been so long since I had been with her fully that it was the shortest I had ever lasted, but I didn’t care. The smile I saw in the mirror told me I would have a lifetime to please this woman.

I make no apologies about the stars. I bet that you read all the lines in Tsubaki's voice because of it

CC: @voltage-vixen 🖤 @xxsycamore 🖤

#summer of smut #summer of smut writing challenge

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wind-becomes-lightning · 1 year

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Idk if this did sent yesterday since my internet crashed, so I'm sorry if I sent this to you twice D:, don't wanna spam you ahhh!

For your 600 follower event, I was wondering if I could request some Anko x my OC Fuyu fluff, with the prompt no. 24, if possible! Your writing takes my breath away time and time again, so I wanted to send in a request!

Congratulations on hitting such a great goal again and thank you for blessing us with your amazing writing time and time again 🤍!!

hello lovely! Here it goes! It is not super fluffy (mor like hurt and comfort I guess?) Thank you for letting me write the girls! <3 It's a little shorter but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you for always being such a kind commenter.

Anko x OC

mentions of child experiments (their teacher is orochimaru, you understand.)

prompt was: The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.

1857 words.

One of the many great things about Fuyumi was that Anko could always tell when she was sad, mostly because it was raining ice from the ceiling, even in the middle of summer, even if they were inside. Somehow her worries and fears would inspire her body to work on its own. Anko never quite understood if it was her wishing to sit in cold and sadness or if Fuyu’s ice was something that was comforting her in times of crises, either way, it was raining ice when she was in a bad mood, so Anko always knew.

This day for example, she came home from a short few hour mission with a group of younger children, Genin freshly graduated from the academy, and could smell the snow the moment she opened the door. Anko had recently started doing jobs with and for the academy and found herself good at it. After she had first proctored at the Chuunin exams some years ago she had found it pleasant to work with younger shinobi and was now considering becoming a sort of teacher. Possibly at least. It wasn’t decided.

“I’m home!” she yelled from the entrance and got no reply but cold air coming from the living room. In the morning Fuyumi had still seemed her usual cheery and upbeat self as she had gleefully burned an egg in the frying pan. Anko had made fun of her for the mistake, just some light teasing she thought. Surely Fuyu wasn’t upset about that?

She took her shoes off and then walked through the apartment they both shared in quick steps only to find Fuyu laying with her stomach on the couch, snow slowly drilling over her long locks. There were bags of comfort food on the couch table in front of her further making clear that she must feel terribly. Anko put her hands into her sides: “Is it winter already?”

Fuyu looked up and shook her head, which instantly let the tiny clouds that had been snowing disappear. She sat herself up and straightened out her clothes. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“Oh, I would never make fun of you, come on,” Anko sat down beside her and pulled an arm around her girlfriend. Technically that was not true, because in the many years that they had both known and fought alongside each other Anko had made fun of Fuyumi many times, the other way around also. They had even fought about it occasionally, but never deep enough that what they had could be ripped apart.

Fuyu sighed and then smiled: “How was your mission?”

“I absolutely aced it as always.” Anko wrapped one strand of Fuyumi’s hair around her finger. “But that is not important right now. Why don’t you tell me what is bothering you?” She wiped some rest of the snow from the other woman’s shoulder.

“It’s confusing,” Fuyu pulled her hands together in her lap. “I don’t really know how to explain it…I’ve been thinking of him and.. I don’t know..”

Ah, yes, Anko had already suspected something like this might be the case. She sighed and pulled her girlfriend a little closer still. Just yesterday they had been ordered to the Hokage office with their former team mate Ume and were briefed by Lady Tsunade on the fact that their teacher Orochimaru had apparently finally been killed. That last boy he had taken, Uchiha Sasuke, had overwhelmed him or so the sources said. All three of them had not known how to react to that revelation.

Rationally, they should have all been elated to have him dead for all the things he had done with them, experimented on them, but his grip on all three of them had always been unusually tight and despite many terrible things he had done to them, they had trusted him still. In that first exam she was supervising, Anko had seen Orochimaru again and for months after she had the feeling snakes were strangling her in her dreams. Fuyu had woken her up several times from a nightmare.

Still, hearing that he had died was like a punch in the face. “I understand,” Anko said and meant it. Ume and her were maybe the only people who could understand Fuyumi’s feelings of confusion, maybe outside of Lady Tsunade and Lord Jirayia. So she took Fuyu’s hand and pressed it supportively.

“I am relieved in a way,” Fuyu murmured, staring down in front of her. “At least he can’t come after us anymore or misuse the cursed seal like he did with you…” Anko rubbed her neck. “.. but somehow I’m not really happy. I kind of am sorry for it all too. It makes no real sense.”

“No, it definitely does make sense. I feel very similar and I suspect Ume does too. We are… like abused children that lose a parent. He was a terrible person, but he was still our parent.” Anko knocked her foot a little against the table in front of her. “I think what is the most confusing is that it was not all bad.”

It was the truth. There had been times in which Orochimaru had been a good teacher. Anko had always suspected that he had only trained the three of them when it served his purpose of learning more about the curse mark or Fuyu’s special power, but even so he had individually spent time with each of them to get to know them. Anko specifically had gained a lot from him as a tutor: many of her special jutsu and especially her affinity with snakes were inherited from Orochimaru. He had definitely left more of a mark on her than just a cursed one.

Additionally he had taught the three girls that the most important thing in a shinobi was loyalty, loyalty towards the leader and the fighting comrades. Maybe that had also been just another tactic to get them to never run back to Konoha and tell someone who mattered about his shady experiments, or maybe he had been honest with himself for that point at least, but all of them really internalised that lesson. For a long time they had been sewn together at the hips.

“No, there was a lot of fun too,” Fuyu said now and leaned her head against Anko’s a little. “We could be quite chaotic together all of us.”

Anko laughed: “You and I can still be super chaotic. Remember when we tried to cook a meal when we invited Gai and Ume over for a housewarming?” Fuyumi laughed at the memory. IWhen they moved in they had decided to invite the other couple over for some nice adult time and almost burned down their new apartment in the process. Ume had looked at them with a frown and told them to never cook again. She was probably right at that.

“Yes, but we had each other because of him. He sort of introduced us to each other. He bonded us.” Fuyu sighed. “I think I am sort of thankful for that, even if… all the rest…”

“He didn’t introduce us at least,” Anko shrugged. “You and I were always together. I mean he has given us experiences that we now have to both work through and that means we have a great understanding of one another, but he didn’t give you to me. You were already mine when we became genin.”

Fuyumi giggled. “What are you saying I was already yours.”

To Anko there had never been anyone more important than Fuyu, never, not even when they were small, not even before the snake bite marked them both as damaged goods. From the moment they met each other Anko wanted to be in Fuyu’s orbit as if it was dragging her in. They were similar and different on just the right aspects and Anko had always loved that, probably even before she had understood what love meant.

“I don’t want to believe in destiny because I think it is bogus to live your life as if you have no choice of my own,” Anko said, “but I have to say that it is easy to believe that it was destiny that I met you. After all - the first time I saw you smile it sort of felt like the university realigned, like all the clouds opened up to shine on your face.”

The other woman opened her mouth and then closed it again and when Anko looked up she was clearly blushing deeply. “That's…. Very nice of you to say.” Fuyu seemed speechless.

“Ah, you are so cute,” Anko said and pressed a soft kiss to Fuyumi’s cheek. “I don’t just say it to be nice, it was really like that.”

Fuyu raised Anko’s hand and softly kissed the knuckles. “Well, I agree. Our meeting was cataclysmic. Even more important than the foundation of the great villages, will be remembered in history books.” She laughed.

“Now you make fun of me!” Anko protested.

“I would never make fun of you, my dear” Fuyu copied Anko’s tone of voice perfectly, winked cheekily and then continued. “All jokes aside, you are right. The most important thing Orochimaru has given us is each other and we really don’t need him for that. In fact, we never needed him for that. He just made our lives miserable.”

Anko nodded. “And now he will never do that again. We are free and we still have each other. We will always have each other.”

They looked at each other with a smile, their hands still pressed against one another. To Anko, it felt a little like a revelation and she hoped that Fuyu felt the same. It was necessary for them to move on to understand that their teacher had not been the only good influence in their lives. That their friendship, their love, had made them stronger than he could have ever made them with one of his stupid seals.

But most importantly, they needed to accept that it was a good thing that he was dead. They needed to allow themselves to be relieved fully, without feeling remorse about it. Then, and only then, would they be able to move on and be happy.

“I wish he would have faced some consequences at least,” Fuyumi said now as if she had perfectly followed Anko’s wandering thoughts. “I don’t think this village will ever give us the recognition we would wish for, but I would at least have liked to see him being punished. Dying is too easy.”

Anko nodded. “Yes. He got the easy way out there, but I’m sure Sasuke-kun really hurt him, so at least we can revel in that.” Fuyu laughed again.

They knocked heads again payfully and Anko said: “So no more winter in the living room from now on?”

“Promise,” Fuyu replied. “There is only going to be snow in real winter from now on.”

Their heads touched and the tips of their noses pushed against each other. Anko leaned forward for a kiss. The only way forward was together, and the idea of that made Anko very happy.

#fanfiction things #other people's ocs #nisi follower celebration #anko mitarashi

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ursie · 2 years

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Tell me about your oc Finn 👀📝 (also see I can do that too ❤️)

Adsgsgffsf help I can’t believe I’m being 👀📝 on my own blog..the nerve (❤️)

Anyway Finn is from my brother and I making oc X-men teams because we were bored. Our minds so keep that in mind that they’re designed to exist with the X-men today

Sophie (Finn) Lewis/ aka Ground Zero

Comes from long lines of (very self hating tbh) mutants.

He/Him

Butch Lesbian

Absolute chad

Ran away from home. Lived in a very religious (pentecostal to be specific) mutant community. Lot of attempted “cures”

He was raised in a very conservative (and explicitly misogynistic) manner and has a lot of hang ups at doing anything traditionally feminine tbh. He can cook/sew/ect was taught all of that it just carries a lot of baggage too

Accidentally became leader of his group of new kids because he’s the only one with self preservation skills. And common sense.

Their team is called The Vagabonds due to everyone’s relationship to home, people, and the island itself (none of them think it’s gonna last-or that it’s a particularly good thing in the first place)-they’re put in their group due to their high level mutations + distinct lack of love for Prof X’s teachings. Teaching them now to keep them from being issues down the road.

Gambit is their main teacher as he’s stepped down from an active roll to be a house spouse tbh (and his prev injuries are giving him trouble). He didn’t want to but Jean pointed out that aside from the fact he’s actually one of the only good teachers they have-they are more likely to trust him due to his history.

Gambits actually a p good teacher tbh

He has multiple powers due to the nature of his mutation (and being a legacy at that). He can create simple energy constructs/barriers using his own strength/energy to do so-inside his barriers he can boost his teammates power/health/ect (using his own health. Aside from that he can fly + mild precognition (needs to focus on what he wants to know-and can only see ahead into the same day-needs to be at full strength to do so-can project visions on his barriers

Once he runs outa juice his hair/eyes turns white (it fading as he uses his strength)

Leader but is a support/first aide hero. Not a heavy hitter focuses more on evac/medical/boosting his teammates.

Jock just really likes sports-used to sneak out at night to play with their neighbors daughter (became his 1st gf-ran away when she outed him)

Very good at baseball. Plays on the Krakoa team.

Has a nursing degree

Is the mom friend is the dad friend. Hates it

Actually one of the better combatants on a technical level in the team he just doesn’t have super strength or anything helpful against most metas-and what he does have he tries not to use needlessly. Does use a Bo staff when necessary.

Has a crush on Eddie and Zoey but as they are both in very committed relationships (and Eddie is straight) stays silent-still jokingly flirts with them though

Really does look up to Eddie because he has such trauma associated with womanhood and seeing Eddie’s joy with it and owning it and making is her own (Eddie is a Trans girl) really does make him feel a certain way lotta solidarity between those two (they are bffs-and tbh the crush does eventually go away and it settles into something much more familial)

Just dates a lot of people like dating is normal not being exclusive is normal just. Doesn’t think much of it and wants to explore his options but does eventually settle into a relationship with Amahle and Ivanna (a Wakandan and Atlantian mutant respectively-Amahle is a technopath and Ivanna has super tracking so to speak)

Very protective of Rosie and whilst he 100% gets Lenny’s fear and reluctance to come out does not like him leading her on especially not just to make Micheal jealous

Thinks Leslie is a ditz. Loves xem. Genuinely treats xem like zey’re 12 half the time (in his defense ze acts like xer are 12 half the time)

Lost his one of his legs in a mission (it was a choice) has a cool red one now.

Terrible stutter. Drives all the girls crazy nonetheless. Chad king 😳🥵

Body ody ody built like a brick house

Part of Gambits book club really loves reading all the books he wasn’t allowed to read in his youth

Wears a lot of lesbian slogan tees. Borderline misandrist ❤️

Rare long haired butch (his hair grows comically fast)

Really annoyed by the fact he’s one of the only members who can drive. Not annoyed enough to give lessons though. Remy can do that

#I love him. chad king #ocs #asks #anon #long post

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mrfelixfischoeder · 2 months

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🍌🌽 for Cal 🍏🥦 for Zorya

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

Cal, technically, has had a lot of her lost: unlike her sister-counterparts who are new to Godliness, bred for its purpose, she has been reincarnated and sent after Salacia's actions and feelings throughout time. Her original self is, probably, very different to who she is (but the core is there. "After everything you are still you" etc). She doesn't know she is reincarnated until much later, and will never get in touch with that part of her: so she knows what is lost, and feels like she has a lot of weight on her shoulders because of it. So many versions of herself that she will never know.

I think she wishes she could let go of things better. That she could just relax and be stupid more like everyone else. But she is compelled to be on guard - compelled to protect. And ultimately she doesn't mind that.

🌽 [CORN] How good are they at hiding and finding their way?

She was a pageant girl and damned good at it - damned good at putting on that smile. As a wrestler, she had her own persona for so long, it was hard to tell where Cal ended and Mary began again. And actually, I don't think she had to work too hard to be Cal - she is very true to herself and a lot of people find that interviews and meeting her, she's not so different. She's good at hiding behind a stoic face now - keeping the turmoil away.

She's used to doing things on her own. Cal is pretty steady on who she is as a person nowadays and knows that her decisions are usually trustworthy. It's hard for her to take someone else's hand to guide the way if she is a little lost.

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

It depends on the norm. Growing up, she was different form the norm as the leader's eldest daughter. She was punished literally/physically for trying to step away from the community and integrate with the nearby towns. Leaving the commune, even if it's at the behest of her mother, means she's disowned completely by her father and the commune. It's hard for Zorya to wrap her head around that they all will go no contact so easily.

She differs by being able to keep up with Dethklok musically: fans that can't handle change hate it. They hate her interactions with the guys, they hate seeing her on stage. She's lauded as an attention seeker, ugly, and gets a LOT of hate online.

She differs from the norm by standing out in certain circles (her hair, her expensive taste; like Dethklok she just ends up being in a different category of famous). She owns herself, and people who are afraid of women who are in charge hate her too. She gets a lot of flack online for living it up the same way as the guys: but she's a girl!!!!

I answered Broccoli for Zorya here, so I will take the one below!

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

This is hard. I think like - she keeps a lot of her father's mindset. People are easily manipulated, people are stupid. This kind of gets connected to her opinion on humanity as a whole. Whilst she disapproves of large scale evil acts, obviously, she also can't help but be manipulative herself. She likes messing with people, she thinks it's fun. She will always think a prank is fun or lying is fun.

She won't back down about the idea that the majority of the world aren't fit to be in the leadership positions they are in. (and hell that does include Dethklok sorry boys). People might take offence to it, people might think they're exempt when they absolutely aren't. She is Mean, she thinks she deserves to be mean, END OF STORY!!!

#mtl oc #metalocalypse oc #zorya #calypso

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First of all, I want to say I'm so sorry you had to deal with those invasive anons. While I do like to keep my identity private, please don't feel like you have to keep anonymous questions open if you're not comfortable! And secondly, I was reading your post about Pip's and Gabe's relationship before dating, and you mentioned that Pip is very protective of him! I want to ask if Gabe is the same for her? What would he do if someone hurt Pip in front of him?? 😨

Ahh, it's all good, I can't let people online get to me too much. It's fun to keep anon on, I get to talk to people like you after all. :^) And like I said, I'll just block anyone else who bugs me haha.

And what a concept you've given me, oh my!

To answer you straight away, Gabriel is quite protective of Pip, but he often doesn't have to display it in manners of aggression like she would with him. What I mean by that is with Gabe being who he is, bullies and rude people are very common for him to encounter, and Pipper will literally step up and fight them off if she has to.

But for herself, if she deals with someone rude, she's often capable of handling them. Gabe is more in charge of keeping her from making people mad over misunderstandings. See, Pip tends to be rather... quirky, and her brain doesn't always process things the same as most others. So she can ramble, go off on tangents, and sometimes even bring up things that while technically applicable to the conversation, may confuse or even offend those listening. So Gabe, despite being anti-social, has to learn how to communicate what Pip means to prevent any conflict from arising.

With all that said, Gabriel absolutely would defend Pip in the case of assault! In fact in one of my fics (still in progress), he does speak up when his mother is unfriendly to Pipper, the text mentioning that he doesn't like to see her treated poorly.

And so if someone were to be bold enough to hurt her, let's say physically, Gabe would not take it well at all. Depending how harsh the attack is, he might justify some serious violence as retaliation, not above using self-defence as an excuse. I do think Gabe has enough control as he gets older to know better than to hurt someone too badly (or kill them), but we do see him lose himself to his emotions during the encounter with Swag at the end of his first visit on One's blog... also when he got an ask saying Bitter (his "boyfriend") was in trouble, his first response was asking whose arm he had to break. So it's probably a safe bet that something triggering, like seeing his best friend/partner being hurt, could make him snap.

I don't have any written scenes of such events, but there is an instance regarding another OC of mine named Isaac who has a dangerous obsession with Pip, where he actually grabs her by the hands with Gabe right there. Gabriel sees Pip is distressed and promptly shoves Isaac away haha. That was the only encounter he ever had with Isaac, and Pip ends up having to deal with him herself later on (which is rather disturbing due to what nearly happens).

Anyway. I wouldn't mind an off hand story about Pipper being a bit of a damsel in distress, but in my current timeline, there's not really a lot of room for something like that.

#then there's the aftermath of abraham's final attack. gabe was a little late to do anything there #but he says in the fic that he would have killed abraham himself for hurting his family #ask #pipper #gabe #ths

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mini-kirin · 1 year

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twst OCs’ first meeting with their future boyfriends (part 1) | twisted wonderland

am dividing this into multiple parts for length, but here’s a small series of scenarios!

part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5

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mallen: their first meeting is on the front lawn of Ramshackle. Zhen doesn’t know who Malleus is, nicknaming him Hornton instead. Zhen is quite mesmerized by him; Malleus exuded such a magnetic aura. needless to say, she really wanted to befriend him. Malleus thought that there was more to Zhen than meets the eye, not only because of how she crashed into Twisted Wonderland from another world, but also because of the mysterious aura she has.

leosun: their first formal meeting occurs when Misun steps on his tail. Misun would be intrigued by Leona’s cute ears, but she was a bit too terrified at that moment by his angry glare, and also… lowkey flustered? girlie’s no masochist but she can’t lie and say she didn’t find Leona attractive even in that moment. Leona thought of her as nothing but an herbivore (stay strong, Misun)

jamelri: Else’s first interaction with Riddle is when Riddle visits Ramshackle to berate Ace and Deuce. she thinks the way he conducts himself (as someone very formal and self-regulated) is amazing, but what they truly first bonded over was their love of pastries. Else’s first interaction with Jamil was when the Lei’s spent the winter break over at Scarabia, during book 4. Else sympathizes with how hard-working and stressed Jamil is, and offers to help him cook as a thank-you for allowing herself and her siblings to stay over. Riddle found Else to be fascinating because of how headstrong she was, while Jamil simply regarded Else as a regular student.

catneul: Haneul’s first interaction with Cater was during the day of the exchange program between NRC and the two other schools, with Haneul being (technically) a part of SMAA. Cater was assigned to be Haneul’s partner. at first, they were quite scared of him because of his very outgoing personality (+ the fact that he wanted to take a selfie with them), but ultimately they were very pleased when Cater quickly caught onto Haneul’s boundaries and respected them. Cater thought Haneul was very cute, especially in their unique clothing style.

floyita: Jade was actually Dayita’s assigned partner during the exchange program, but because he was so often busy with both his duties as vice-housewarden as well as one of the main workers at Mostro Lounge, he’d often get Floyd to take on his partnering duties. Dayita wasn’t really afraid of Floyd upon their first meeting; if anything, she was quite in awe at how tall and eccentric he was. Dayita thought Floyd was pretty interesting. Floyd was quite interested in Dayita and how she never shied away from him.

celeggie: Célestine was really enamoured with Ruggie’s ears. she really wanted to pet them, much to Ruggie’s chagrin. their first interaction was quite literally just Célestine asking to pet Ruggie’s ears, offering a treat in exchange. she finds him really cute. Ruggie thinks she’s quite annoying at first, but as long as she brings good food, letting her have a few pats shouldn’t hurt, yeah? besides, her hands always smell like lavender…

aridia: Idia thinks she’s one of those pompous SSR-rank nobles. i mean, she’s from one of the Land of Heroes’ most prominent houses for Sevens’ sake! and plus, she knows Leona?! talk about Double K.O! but when Leona corners him on one of the rare days he’s outside his room, and Aria steps in and successfully gets him to knock it off, and even apologizes for the lion, something changes. and when she complimented the keychain of his favourite idol, Idia is… astonished? who knew a normie could be so… so nice?! meanwhile Aria’s first reaction of Idia is that he’s very cute, in the way he mutters to himself to how he talks about his interests. he doesn’t know it, but Aria was clearly able to hear about how Idia was muttering about missing some livestream or whatever when they bumped into each other

#rens.twst #rens.oc #rens.ships #twst.ships #mallen #leosun #jamelri #catneul #floyita #celeggie #aridia

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blackandgoldandeverythingnice · 3 years

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among the fields of gold - c. mcavoy

Pairing: Charlie McAvoy x female!OC

Summary: A little sneak peek into the future of charlie and nellie from i’m so glad to know as they attend the 2026 Olympics

Word Count: 4,682

A/N: Just the most self-indulgent little fluff I could come up with because I love writing them.

Warnings: none! the smallest hint of adult content but that’s about it.

“This is so fucking cool – did you ever actually tell me how cool it was to be at the Olympics?” Charlie was bouncing along the streets of Milan and swinging Eleanora’s hand as they went, a couple of other Team USA players behind them as they used the off day to do the touristy things they hadn’t yet been able to do during the first round of games.

“You’ve done plenty of World’s before, it’s almost the same.”

“It absolutely is not.” He argued back, glancing down and smirking at the little scowl on her face. He ignored the groans of a couple from the guys at the fact they were about to start bickering. It wasn’t their fault; he didn’t invite the idiots to come with them.

“You’re just excited because you’re staying in the Village and there are a bunch of girls there too – you don’t get that at World’s.”

“Yeah, I’m there for the girls.” He rolled his eyes and squeezed her hand before leaning over to kiss the top of her head.

The team was housed on their own floor in the dedicated USA building and it was like being back on a road trip in Peewees. They’d cruised through the round-robin, winning every game in their group and were heading into the elimination games. A lot of the guys had played together for years through development camps and national teams and they felt good about their chances.

They’d been wandering the streets of Milan, seeing as much of the sites as they could since all they’d seen were the inside of rinks. While Charlie had wanted to spend it just with Eleanora, some of the guys had caught him in the lobby with her on their way back from breakfast and insisted on joining them. She had pretty much become their team mascot: at every game, made a new sign for each and chatted with all the families happily. It made something in him burst in pride at the sight of her fitting so seamlessly into his life now. It hadn’t been an easy road to get there.

“Can you two not?” one of the Hughes brothers interrupted.

“Yeah, let’s stop this before it really gets rolling.” Matthew Tkachuk cut in, sweeping past Charlie with a smirk as he hit his shoulder and made his way across the square towards the Duomo. A few of the other guys sped passed them, running around the square and changing pigeons.

“And for a former Olympian, could you walk any slower?” Auston Matthews teased as he came right up close behind them.

Annoyed, Charlie shoved his teammate away just as Eleanora pinched his side. “I’m sorry, put some respect on the only gold medalist in this little crew right now. Also, I’m six months pregnant, dick head – you try carrying a bowling ball around your middle on these cobblestone ass streets.”

“Technically, a McAvoy has a gold medal – shouldn’t have changed your last name, babe.” Auston grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders but making sure to gently guide her as they walked around the various tourists and other athletes who had done the same thing they did.

“Can you get the fuck away from my wife?” Charlie groaned, checking Auston away so he could pull Eleanora into his side.

The rest of the guys walked ahead, leaving the two of them alone. Charlie smiled down at the way Eleanora was basking in the bright, cold air, her cheeks flushed and nose a little pink. There was a visible glow around her. He’d always thought it was bullshit when they said pregnant woman glowed but since the second she’d taken the test, there was a light happy aura around her. Walking with her tucked into him like she was slowed them down but Charlie liked making sure Eleanora was okay, to the point that she might kill him at some point if he asked her again how she was feeling.

“How are you – ”

“Don’t you dare ask how I feel right now, Charlie McAvoy.”

He pouted down at her. “It’s a valid question, they keep you scheduled so late for some of the media shit.”

“It’s called my job, babe.” She hip checked him gently. She’d stayed involved in the figure skating community and this year they’d invited her to provide commentary for the ladies’ singles. Turns out she was incredibly personable in front of the cameras and enjoyed talking to the young skaters. “I’m just happy none of your games conflict with the skating. I don’t think they’d love me ‘calling out sick’ only to have me show up on TV on the glass yelling at you to play better.”

“Excuse you, I have the most minutes played and highest rating.”

“Yes, baby – you’re very highly rated.” She snuggled into his side, and he laughed when she slid her hand into his back pocket and squeezed his ass.

The pair of them walked slowly around the square, laughing at the guys as they ran around. A few of Team Canada showed up along with a few of the Czech players. Since most of the teams were made up of NHLers, all the teams were friendly off-ice and trying to control them was like corralling kids at their first away tournament. A few fans stopped them as they went but most of them were interested in getting pictures with Eleanora rather than any of the guys, something the team loved to tease Charlie about. Joke was on them, he couldn’t be more proud to watch the way people adored her.

“How’s my boy doing?” he changed tactics as a group of young girls walked away after spending five minutes taking pictures with her and asking what it was like to win gold.

“I think he wants pizza and pasta.”

“Pizza and pasta? Not or?”

“You’re really gonna ask how I feel then judge your pregnant wife for wanting all the food?” the glare she shot him was enough to have him throwing his hands up in defense.

He leaned down to kiss her but she dodged him. “No way, bud – find me food then you can kiss me.”

“In my defense, I asked what my son wants to eat – you’re incidental to me checking up on him.”

“Do you want to die? Is that your plan? You want Team USA hockey to lose the gold because their captain was murdered by his pregnant wife?”

“Why’s Goldie threatening your life?” Jake popped up behind them, scaring the shit out of Charlie while Eleanora had seen him coming.

“He’s judging how much I want to eat.”

“Well, come on my fellow sewer rat – if Chuckie won’t love you right, I will.”

Jake offered her his hand and she took it, tossing a teasing smile behind her as the two of them started towards one of the side streets to find a suitable restaurant leaving Charlie to scurry after them.

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Eleanora chewed distractedly on her cuticle, staring at the clean sheet of ice waiting for the guys to step on for warmups. As she had for every single game, she was standing on the glass at the corner where her and his family had sat for the entirety of the tournament. The jersey of Charlie’s she had on barely fit over her belly and the maternity leggings made her feel like a sausage. Bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously, she was as nervous as she’d been for her own gold medal skate.

“How’re you feeling?” a voice interrupted her nervous thoughts and she glanced over to see her father-in-law sliding into the seat next to her. After the first win, they’d sat in the same order they’d been in for every other game that followed. While Charlie wasn’t overly superstitious, Eleanora was and there’d been half a dozen little rituals she’d come up with for this Olympics.

“Jesus, your son ask you to ask me that?” she teased back at Charlie Sr. She rubbed her belly slightly and tried not to wince at the pain in her back. “Pretty sure this asshole is sitting right on my sciatic nerve.”

“Can you not call my first grandson an asshole?” Charlie’s mom appeared on her other side, looping her arm through hers. “But seriously, you alright?”

“No pain I haven’t dealt with before but this kid is already putting me through the wringer. I have to do this for 3 more months?”

Mrs. McAvoy frowned sympathetically and rubbed her arm softly. “Sorry, Ellie but yes. It’ll be worth it though.”

Just as she spoke, the guys stepped out and Eleanora zeroed in on Charlie leading the way, pushing the pucks off the edge of the bench and onto the ice.

“I can’t believe this – my son is going to be an Olympic medalist no matter what.” His mom said, sniffling slightly as she watched them start skating.

“We want gold, Jen – right, kid?” Senior nudged her in the side.

Eleanora smiled slightly. “I just want him to do the best he can.”

“Bullshit, you’re more competitive than he is. I saw you cursing him out last game for - and I quote - ‘a bullshit lazy turnover’.” Holly added as she joined the conversation, pushing her mom out of the seat next to Eleanora so she could keep the right lineup.

They all laughed while she just shrugged. “No one plays for second place...although I do kinda like being the only gold medalist. It’s how I get him to do things for me when I think I deserve them.”

The noise in the arena started to swell as the Canadians took the ice and Eleanora felt the familiar buzz and thrill of the pressure building. She hadn’t been able to see Charlie this morning, only getting a quick FaceTime as she’d been wrapping up interviews with some of the figure skaters who were getting ready for their final performance the following day.

“How was he this morning?”

Kayla shrugged. “Quiet. He missed you.”

She frowned, cursing herself for not having been there. It was their routine for the last few years, she was always the last person to see him before he went into the locker room for a big game. It felt like a bad omen that she’d missed giving him a last kiss before the biggest game of his career.

But just then Charlie skated by them for the first time, helmet off and his hair flowing behind him. He tapped the glass as he went by but kept skating in loops. After a couple laps and drills, he returned to the corner and stopped in front of her.

She couldn’t hear him over the crowd but he was pointing at her and gesturing halfway across the rink to where there was an opening in the boards. She followed where he was pointing to see one of the arena staff standing by the entrance to the locker rooms and she got the hint, squeezing through the seats as fast she could. The belly didn’t exactly help her move quickly or the people that kept trying to stop her.

He was already waiting for her by the time she reached the space, his gloves off and resting on the side. He reached out for her and she stepped eagerly towards him. On skates he was so much taller than her that she had to stand on tip toe just to wrap her arms around his neck. She was cognizant of the eyes of those in the area on them and she was sure there were cameras zooming in too.

“I couldn’t play the biggest game of my life without getting my good luck kiss.”

The stares and camera clicks faded away as she stared up at him. Knowing how the media was obsessed with “Their Story”, this was bound to be everywhere in no time. It’s why they liked their moment to be private before a game but right now, Eleanora couldn’t quite care because all she wanted was Charlie to win.

Gently, he brushed her stomach and just as he did, the baby gave a hard kick. Charlie grinned, leaning down to press his lips firmly to hers and she smiled into the kiss. “I think someone’s telling you he wants you to win.”

“I plan on winning it for his momma, gotta impress her.” He smirked, his face still inches from hers.

“I love you, baby – so fucking much.” She pressed one final kiss to his lips. “I’m not gonna tell you just making it to the gold medal game is an achievement – even though it is. You know what you need to do. Go fucking win it.”

“I shoulda had you do the pump-up speech for the boys.” He kissed her nose quickly before pulling back and grabbing his gloves to return to warmups. “I love you, babe – see you on the ice after.”

She watched him skate away, her palm flat against her belly and she felt another strong kick. Rubbing her stomach she looked down at the USA stretched across her front, smiling softly as she whispered to herself.

“Don’t worry, little man – daddy’s gonna win it for us.”

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The second period started with the game tied at two. Charlie had an assist and had already spent almost twelve minutes on the ice. Despite most of the off-ice friendships and even teammates who were playing against each other it was getting chippy. They all clearly wanted it and weren’t holding back. Tkachuk had managed to draw three penalties while only going to the box once himself.

Eleanora felt like she was going to lose her voice the amount she’d been screaming throughout the game. It seemed like part of Team Canada’s game strategy was to go after Charlie as much as possible. They’d been hitting him hard and there’d been one particularly nasty penalty he drew when Chabot leveled him with a late hit. Charlie had been slow to get up from that one but within the first thirty seconds of the powerplay, he’d put a pass right on Auston’s tape for the tying goal.

There had always been something both exhilarating and nerve-wracking about watching Charlie play. When he was on the ice, she only watched him, not even noticing where the puck was or what action was happening unless he was involved.

It was partially how she was able to react a second before the rest of the rink when she saw Chabot coming from behind him, hitting him hard and sending Charlie headfirst into the boards. He was splayed out flat on the ice while his teammates immediately rushed to his defense, Auston and Tkachuk jumping Chabot before Auston was pulled away by Dougie Hamilton. Eleanora felt like climbing over the glass to get to him and Kayla was gripping her arm tightly.

“Get up. Get up. Get up, Junior.” His dad was begging while Eleanora just kept staring in horror.

After what felt like hours but was probably only a minute, he slowly tucked his legs up under him and managed to get to a kneeling position just as the team doctor reached him. He was clearly still dazed, holding one hand on his helmet as he slowly got up. Gaudreau had come over and was kneeling next to him, offering to help him up but Charlie waved him off.

The arena applauded as he stood up, but Eleanora couldn’t feel the relief everyone else did as she watched them lead Charlie to the locker room.

“He’s okay. He got up on his own. They just have to check him out for protocol. He’s okay.” Kayla was chanting and all Eleanora wanted to do was rush to the locker room. Instead of watching the rest of the game, she stared at the locker room entrance, praying Charlie would return to the bench.

They ended the second period down by one and only during the intermission did she let herself pull her phone out to find the replay of the hit. They all huddled around together watching intently, only slightly reassured that Charlie had gotten up on his own and made his way quickly down the tunnel without support. It felt like time was moving in slow motion as the ice was cleaned. Finally, the lights dimmed again and the players started back out on the ice.

It felt like a weight was lifted when she saw Charlie hop out last, doing quick laps to warm back up as he shook his legs out. As he went by them, he tapped the glass and Eleanora felt like she was going to cry just from the quick wink he gave her.

“Thank god.” His mom sighed a breath and Eleanora felt lightheaded as she rubbed her stomach aimlessly. The baby had been active all game, bouncing around and kicking more than usual. It’s like he could sense what was happening around them.

The third period wasn’t any less stressful, Team Canada was clearly content to play defense while Team USA threw everything at them but couldn’t seem to find the back of the net. But then in the last 27 seconds of the game, Charlie caught a pass from Quinn Hughes and buried it in the top corner of the net to tie the game. The roar of the arena felt deafening as they all jumped up and down, screaming happily while the players mobbed their captain. The crowd clearly expected overtime, neither team wanting to give one up in the remaining seconds of the game.

But then Conor McDavid of all people misplayed the puck in the neutral zone and it landed on Jack Eichel’s stick who shot down the ice on a breakaway with only 7 seconds to go, shifting to his backhand as he slid the puck between the goalie’s legs.

If it was possible, the roof would’ve blown off the top of the arena. Team USA hadn’t won since the 1980 Miracle on Ice game and the place was shaking with excitement. USA gear and equipment was strewn across the ice like confetti while Team Canada stared on in disbelief, some kneeling together watching while others had already started to make their way towards the locker room.

People were hugging her tightly and screaming in her ear. Eleanora wasn’t even sure they were all people she knew. Charlie Sr. pulled her away from whoever was holding her and into a tight hug while the rest of the family crowded around jumping as they celebrated. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she tried to spot Charlie on the ice but her vision was blurry.

Sobbing into one hand, the other pressed tight against her stomach she felt another strong kick which only made her sob harder. It was better than her own win because she hadn’t had any true family to celebrate with besides her coaches who had become replacement parents to her. This was entirely different and felt like they’d all won it.

The celebrations continued on the ice as the McAvoys all made their way towards the same opening Eleanora had talked to Charlie before the game start. Other wives and families were already there, pulling each other into hugs, most of the moms crying happily while a few of the dads tried to fight their own tears except for Jim Hughes who was openly crying as he held his wife tightly to him.

Standing on the glass so she could watch, Eleanora scanned the sea of blue jerseys to try to find Charlie, biting her lip to try to stop crying. She was still contemplating scaling the glass but knew the guys deserved to celebrate with their team first.

Finally, her impatience grew and Eleanora, just popped the door open and started to make her way onto the ice. Once the dam broke, the rest of the families followed, ignoring the staff asking for them to stay off the ice until they had carpets laid down.

It was decidedly difficult to maneuver on the ice in sneakers and a pregnant belly but she moved as quickly and carefully as she could towards her target. Their eyes locked and Charlie broke away from the guys to get to her. When he reached her, he went right for her waist, dragging her up and off the ice as he twirled her around as she held tightly to him.

Neither of them spoke at first as Eleanora pressed kisses all over his face as he laughed until he could kiss her back. It was awkward to be held up so Charlie carefully set her down on the ice, one hand tucking protectively against her back so she wouldn’t slip and the other pressed gently on her belly as he leaned down for the sweetest kiss they’d ever shared.

“I told you I’d win it for you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Not before scaring the shit out of me first.” She shot back but squeezed his waist tightly, her face landing in the sweaty material. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Teddy.”

She stared up at him, and despite the fact that he had just won the biggest game of his life, he was staring at her like they were the only two people in the world.

“This is almost as good as our wedding night.”

She gave a watery chuckle in return. “Just the wedding night not the wedding itself?”

“Eh, that was okay too.” He teased just as the rest of his family joined them. Reluctantly, she released him so he could hug his family, stepping back to give them a moment.

A few of the guys paused to hug her as they went by but mostly she just stood there watching Charlie beaming at everyone around him. The camera crews were starting to show up as the staff worked to get the carpets out and set up the podiums. Eleanora knew they wouldn’t get a private moment together for hours and she tried to melt into the background but Charlie was having none of that, snagging her hand and dragging her towards him as they started to interview him.

From her position under his arm, she stared up at him as he spoke, beaming proudly as he talked about the win and how special it was for them. She was so focused on him she didn’t realized they’d asked her a question.

“Nellie.” Charlie whispered, nudging her with a nose to the top of her head and she glanced at the reporter who was beaming at her.

“I was just asking how this compares to your own gold medal win just four years ago?” they repeated the question.

Eleanora grinned and squeezed his side tighter. “There’s no comparison.” She started, enjoying some of the frowns that followed before continuing. “What Charlie and the boys did was so beyond historic and I’m so proud to have been able to watch it happen. This team worked so hard and never gave up. I’m just thrilled I was able to share in it. Although I’m pretty pissed that I can’t win arguments anymore by saying ‘well I have a gold medal so you have to do what I say’.”

Everyone laughed in response, Charlie squeezing her side lightly.

“I’m sure you guys haven’t seen yet but the video of you two right before the game has become quite popular.” Eleanora flushed slightly as they continued. “Charlie – did you get any last minute advice?”

She pinched his side, hoping he’d lie but the smirk on his face already told her differently. “She pretty much told me that just getting to the medal game wasn’t enough and that I knew what to do. Pretty sure the exact words were ‘now go fucking win it’ and honestly, I can’t really say no to my wife so I did.”

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It was nearly three hours later by the time Eleanora and Charlie were walking into her hotel room and shutting the door so they were finally alone. They were planning on changing then meeting up with everyone to celebrate. Most of the guys’ flights weren’t for another day or two so they planned to enjoy what little remained of their Olympic break before they’d have to return to their teams for the rest of the season.

Charlie face planted onto the king-size bed. “Fuck, you’ve been sleeping on this for two weeks while I’ve been on the worst twin mattress in the world?”

Eleanora giggled, pulling her jersey off leaving on her loose t-shirt, she slipped out of her sneakers and kicked them towards the door so she could sit and join him on the bed. Despite how happy she was, she was exhausted and the pain in her back went from dull to stabbing on a dime. It took a little effort for her to climb up onto the bed and get comfy as she curled up on her side.

Charlie inched up so his nose was brushing against her swollen belly. Her hand immediately fell to his hair, running her fingers through gently and scratching his scalp. He brought his arm up so he was hugging her middle and pressed his lips against her.

“Hi, Tripp.” He whispered causing Eleanora to tug his hair gently.

“Baby, no. Even if he ends up Charlie the third, we are not calling him Tripp.”

Charlie ignored her. “Ignore mommy, I’ll make sure you get a cool nickname.”

She rolled her eyes but he kept talking. “I don’t know if you heard all that noise but now you have two parents with gold medals. We’re pretty big deals.”

“Kid was bouncing all over the place for most of the game before settling directly on my sciatic nerve so I couldn’t get comfortable.”

“Be nice to mommy, sweet boy.” He mumbled and pressed a kiss to her stomach before turning up so he could stare at her. “I think I won because of you.”

“You won because you’re an amazing hockey player and leader. You did this. Next up you can win us a Cup.” She smiled softly, stroking his hair as he crawled up so their faces were level. They lay there quietly together, staring at each other and enjoying the peace. They’d both turned their phones off, telling his family they’d see them at the restaurant that USA hockey had reserved for them. For now, they just wanted to be alone.

Carefully, Eleanora brushed Charlie’s hair off his forehead. “Your head okay? I might kill that Canadian fuck.”

Charlie laughed but cringed slightly. His head hurt more than he let on but he passed concussion protocol and had a few days off before he’d have to be back on the ice for a game.

“Are you okay? I know when you’re in pain, Nellie.”

She winced despite trying to smile as he tucked his hand under her top to lay on her bare skin, soothingly running his thumb along belly.

“Just pregnancy, or so I’m told. I need to figure out how to get him off this nerve or I’m gonna spend the flight pacing the aisles because I won’t be able to sit.”

Charlie frowned. “I hate seeing you in pain. And I’m worried you won’t want the five that I want if this one is such a pain in the ass.”

She snorted, inching forward to kiss him softly. “Let’s get through meeting this little man first then we’ll talk more, kay?”

“You’re the love of my fucking life, you know that?” he gripped her neck gently.

Smiling, she leaned forward to steal another kiss. “Lucky for you, it’s mutual. Now…I bet we could find a comfy position for you to fuck me in before we have to go to the restaurant.”

A slow smirk spread across Charlie’s face as he rolled her carefully onto her back so he could lean over her.

“I can definitely do that.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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pendulum, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: A month after a messy breakup, Min Yoongi finds himself at a party he didn’t want to be at, trying to forget about you. And there you are, obviously trying to forget about him. Then your eyes meet, both knowing how this is going to end up, but hating every second of it.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, alcohol consumption; angst; hate sex (fem reader, fingering, pussy spanking, penetrative sex); resolution(?); non-idol!AU; multiple POV

technically, you can think of it as whoever/you or whoever/OC, but it was written with Yoong in mind, because he is always on my mind

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They stared at each other from across the room. People walked past them, oblivious to the sudden tension. The music was so loud that the house seemed to throb with bass. It was already a few hours into the party and things were already out of hand. Everyone was drinking, dancing, or making out. But not them. They were staring at each other from across the room, breathless.

She was in tiny, tight red dress. Her hair was wild, eyes smoky and dark. He could almost taste the red lipstick on her plump lips. He was wearing a half-open black dress shirt and black slacks. His black hair was styled for once, revealing half of his forehead. Both knew the other’s intent instantly. She glared at him but they both knew it meant nothing.

He crossed the room first, grabbing her arm and jerking her towards him. He could smell the alcohol on her breath despite the slight fruitiness of it.

“You never come to these things.” It wasn’t a question.

“Neither do you.” She was letting him grab her otherwise she would have punched him by now.

He narrowed his eyes. “I thought you didn’t like this kind of stuff.”

“I don’t.”

He changed the subject. “Why are you dressed to fuck?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why are you?”

They stared at each other in silence. It was almost annoyingly loud around them.

“It’s been a month,” she hissed.

“I told you it was a misunderstanding. I said I was sorry.”

She ripped her arm from his grip. Her eyes flashed with bristled anger. He looked her up and down. She was still beautiful. He felt the regret but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. He reached out and laced his fingers with hers. He watched her eyes follow his action, her mouth open slightly in surprise.

“One more time.”

Her dark eyes rose and found his. The anger dissipated, replaced by an unknown emotion. She looked like she wanted to strangle him and cry on him at the same time. They were both somewhere they didn’t want to be, pressured by others to let loose, find someone else, stop moping, and move the fuck on. He held her hand tightly, steeling his resolve. It always would end up like this.

After what seemed like forever, she finally spoke.

“One more time,” she echoed.

She squeezed his hand. He turned and led her through the throng of people, pushing them aside. Most of them didn’t even notice. He didn’t let go of her hand. She caught a few surprised looks and a few knowing ones as she followed him up the stairs. It didn’t matter. Everyone knew but no one said anything.

They found an empty room and he locked the door after them. Immediately he turned around and pushed her against the door, kissing her in the dark. She could feel the music through the walls as her back pressed against the door. His lips were soft, but his kiss was rough and heated. She could taste the alcohol, mostly whiskey. She felt her hand reach up and grip his shirt, pulling him closer. He smelled like pine and musk. Her other hand reached up and gripped his black hair, pulling it back roughly and forcing him to break the kiss.

“I hate you.”

He smirked, slight traces of red on his lips. Moonlight filtered through the window. His tongue slid out from between his lips and wiggled in the air. His eyes were so dark that the brown seemed to be black. He reached over and flipped the light switch. She promptly reached over and turned the lights off.

“You’re being a brat.” She could feel his breath on her neck when he spoke.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He chuckled and his hands travelled down to her thighs, stroking the bare skin.

“Who’s the tiny dress for?”

Her face flushed. She hoped he couldn’t see it in the dark. “The guy I was going to pick up tonight.”

He dug his nails into her skin and dragged them down her thigh, making her shiver. She could feel her panties becoming wet. She could hear him lick his lips.

“How unfortunate that we ran into each other. No one will see you now.”

She felt him push the hem of her dress up her buttocks.

“Hmph, I doubt you’ll be satisfying enough so I’m sure I’ll have to find someone else.”

He laughed sardonically. “I don’t think you believe your own words.” She felt him lean forward and lick her neck. Her entire body jumped. She cursed it silently. His smiled against her skin. His hands kneaded her ass, playing with the hem of her panties.

“What about you?” She poked his chest. “You think anyone wants to see this pale chest of yours?”

His lips came close to her ear. “You do.”

She shut her eyes. “I don’t. This is just charity work.”

“Uh huh.”

One of his hands travelled to her inner thigh and he held it there. He felt her squirm in his arms. He raised his head and chuckled, making her freeze in her movement. She felt so soft in his arms. There was no body he wanted more than hers. He didn’t move. He felt her breathing hard, her muscle tense in impatience. She finally opened her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” she finally hissed. “You forget what to do?”

The side of his mouth cocked upwards. “Didn’t seem like you wanted it that bad.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her panties, her back arching as she felt his fingers through the thin fabric. He felt his cock twitch as his fingers touched the soaking wet lace. They left little to the imagination. He still didn’t move. It took all of his self-control not to move.

“Of course I want it,” she whispered, her tone softening. “Why else do you think I’m in this dark bedroom of some guy’s house at this shitty party with you right now?”

He placed his free hand on her chin and lifted it up. He gazed into her eyes, glassy with lust. He pressed his fingertips against her core and circled them slowly, sliding the fabric along her skin, becoming hard as he heard the slick wetness of her mound. She bit her lip, staring back at him. He took her hand in his free one and pinned it against the door, holding it up above her head.

“You know I will never want another body besides yours,” he murmured softly.

She didn’t say anything, just chewed on her lip as she kept eye contact with him. With a flick of his finger, he pushed her panties aside and slid one inside her. She moaned, feeling him rub her walls, his knuckles against her opening. His lips parted, seeing her wanton expression. He slid another finger inside her, feeling her tense at the added thickness. She panted softly, her heart racing.

“Move for me,” he commanded.

She did, bucking her hips into his hand. Her eyes closed. She began to grind into his hand, moving faster, panting with effort. He could feel her juices sliding down his hand. She tightened around his fingers and he moaned, feeling her close in on her climax.

“Stop.”

She stopped moving her hips, looking annoyed. He pressed he wrist against the door, bringing his face close to hers. He smirked, looking mischievous.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.”

He pushed his fingers into her roughly, making her yelp. He moved fast and hard, turning her gasps into moans, her free hand gripping his shirt as he fingered her, making wet loud slapping sounds. Her back arched and she pressed her head against the wall, letting out a loud cry as she came. He felt her muscles tighten and clench around his fingers satisfyingly. He grinned, watching her chest heave as she came down from her ecstasy.

He pulled his hand out of her, holding it up to show her. She looked away. He smirked and put his fingers in his mouth. Her sweet taste coated his tongue, making him sigh in satisfaction. She caught his eye and shook her head. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, licking his lips. He released her hand from the door. With both hands he reached down and ripped her lace panties apart.

“What the fuck?”

He dropped the torn pieces of fabric, drawing his hands back quickly.

“Oops. Guess I’ll have to pay for those,” he said absentmindedly, pulling her close to him.

“Fuck yeah you will, I can’t believe–”

He pressed his body against hers, making her gasp. She felt his clothed muscled thigh against her wetness. He held her chin with one hand, his lips close to hers. She felt her heart pound in her throat, unable to speak at their sudden closeness.

“What a shame,” he growled, “Guess I’ll have to take you home after this. You can’t walk around like this after all.” He chuckled, sending a shudder down her spine. “Not that you’ll be able to walk after I’m done with you.”

He turned her around forcefully and unzipped her dress, pulling it up and off her body. She struggled out of it, her hair looking even wilder as she tossed it aside. He undid her bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked and only in her heels. He pressed her against the door, making her gasp as her nipples touched the cold wood. He spread her legs with his knee so she was in an awkward position, slightly bent over with her ass in the air, her pussy open and quivering. He stepped back and grinned at the sight.

“Don’t move.”

“You’re a jerk.”

He stroked himself through his pants, licking his lips. “If you don’t like this anymore, then just tell me.”

She didn’t say anything. His cock was threatening to burst out of his pants, but he let it be. Instead, he reached forward and rubbed her clit softly, making her moan and become wetter. He flicked her clit and she cried out, hips bucking but quickly righting herself, hands flat against the door. He removed his hand and smacked her pussy, making a loud wet sound. She moaned, fingers curling and nails digging into the wood. He slapped it again, making her entire body shake with pleasure. He knew she was biting her lip to muffle her screams, but he could hear them in her throat as he slapped her clit and pussy over and over, making his hand wet and slick with her juices, her skin inflamed with lust.

He stopped, seeing her entire body shaking as she clung onto the door for support. He reached down and spread the lips open with difficulty. He could feel her hips quivering, her muscles clenching around nothing. He used his thumb and rubbed her clit hard. She pressed her cheek against the door and let out a long drawn-out wail as she came, her pussy making wet sucking sounds as it convulsed, liquid sliding down her thighs, making him lose his grip.

He held her hips up as she panted, fingers spreading out slowly as she leaned against the door for her support. He wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her to the bed. She couldn’t fight him. He laid her down, spreading her legs wide as he did so. He placed a hand on her pussy. He felt it throb against his palm.

“Fuck, you’re still so good.”

He laughed, pulling off his shirt. “Why would I become bad?”

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair. “Lack of practice?”

He unbuckled his belt and she turned her head to watch. He cocked an eyebrow and unbuttoned his slacks lazily. He reached into his pocket and held up a condom.

“Oh, so you came prepared.”

“Of course.”

He smirked, unzipping his pants and pushing them down his legs to step out of them. He resisted the urge to call her ‘love’ or any of his previous pet names. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by reminding her or himself of their past relationship right now. He took his underwear off and tossed it aside. He opened the foil packet and put it on before he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

He looked up at her and made eye contact. Her nipples were hard, perky with arousal. She bit her lip in anticipation. Slowly, he pushed himself inside, breathing heavily as he felt her hot, wet warmth cover him.

“You’re so tight.”

Her lips curved upwards. “That’s what you get. I’ll make you cum in five seconds.”

His eye twitched. She was doing it on purpose, clenching around him as he pushed inside.

“We’ll see about that.”

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in. He reached down and rubbed her nipples between his fingers, moving frustratingly slowly for her. Her hands clenched the sheets, feeling his large cock push in and out of her. He filled her perfectly, pressing all the way up when he was fully inside her. No one made her feel the same way he did. No one else fucked her with the same measured control. Sex with others was always desperate, fleeting, one-night stands she instantly regretted afterward. Her whole body was on fire, overstimulated from the roughness earlier.

“Fuck, give me more,” she finally growled, bucking her hips up to meet his.

He let go of her breasts. “Raise your legs.”

She placed her legs of his shoulders and he placed his hands on either side of her, folding her in half as he loomed over her, her thighs pressing together and making her even tighter.

“Scream as much as you want, but tell me every time you orgasm.”

He didn’t give her time to respond before he rammed into her. She gasped, breathing his name reflexively. The sound of her voice softly moaning his name made his heart jump, but he ignored it. He focused on pounding her into the bed, making the entire bedframe shake as he thrust into her again and again. She grabbed the pillows and clung onto them as he thrust into her, hips slapping into each other furiously. He felt so good, so hard, so rough, just the way she liked it, just the way she wanted from him. He made her heart race with the focused intensity of his gaze, the way he smirked each time she breathlessly stated she was about to cum. She threw her head back into the pillows and moaned, her pussy throbbing as she came over and over, making him shut his eyes and breathe deeply to deny his own orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good,” she hissed, her legs becoming numb with the constant pounding.

His breathing was ragged and irregular.

“Remember my cock every time you let another man inside this dirty pussy,” he snarled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, making her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.

Her hands were clutching the sheets so hard that they were white. At this point she was losing her mind with ecstasy, her words becoming nonsense in her ears.

“As if I can remember anything else,” she panted, her heart pounding in her ears. “Fuck, cum for me, please, please, fuck me hard and cum for me.” Her back arched and she screamed as she came again, her pussy clenching around him. He gritted his teeth. She made eye contact, her chest heaving, her voice a breathless whisper.

“You already know you own this pussy.”

Her words made his heart leap into his throat. He lost control for just a second and it was enough. His orgasm washed over him, overwhelming him with pleasure as he groaned, eyes closing and arms shaking. His cock twitched inside her. Every nerve seemed to spark with electricity.

When it finally passed, he opened his eyes. They stared at each other, panting. He looked into her dark eyes and she looked into his. It was suddenly a vulnerable moment, as if both of them had realized they had fucked on an unknown bed at a wild house party neither of them wanted to come to, a month after their tumultuous breakup.

He was the first to look away and let her legs go, letting them slide down onto the bed. He pulled out, tugging the condom off and hunting for a trash can. As he looked around, she stared at the ceiling, legs aching, heart racing. She had wanted it to happen. She knew it was going to happen. And she didn’t feel like shit afterward, much to her dismay. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to remember she was better off without him. But she wasn’t.

He sat on the edge of the bed and lay down next to her, breathing deeply. He had hoped, maybe, just maybe, this last fuck was going to be unsatisfying. Maybe he could move on to someone else. A month ago, she had caught him with another girl in his lap, another girl trying to kiss him. Her instant explosive anger had let to a vicious fight. Words had cut deep.

“This was a waste of time,” she breathed.

“Yeah.”

They were both lying through their teeth and they knew it.

They lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling. He reached down and found her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. The music kept going. Outside, the world moved on without heed to their existence.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

She didn’t say anything.

“I know it’s pointless. I could and would love you until the end of time and I could never fix what’s broken between us. And you could move on and break my heart every day but I still love you.”

She finally turned her head away and squeezed his hand.

“Just shut up,” she said tersely. More silence. He stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his brain. Unexpectedly, she spoke up.

“I love you too, you know. You and I are a fucking disaster right now, but I guess it can’t be that bad, considering we’re in some random guy’s bed right now.”

He laughed, raspy and relieved. “Sucks to be this guy.”

She snorted. “He’s lucky. This will be the best action this bed will ever witness.”

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flowerwrites06 · 3 years

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break my mind’s eye VI — jjk

Plot: Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Pairing(s): Druglord!Jungkook x Fashion Designer!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia | Angst/Smut/Fluff

Tags & Warnings (for entire series): drug dealing, marriage through trickery, explicit smut, drug use, dubious consent, prostitution, miscarriage, lots of manipulation, impregnation through manipulation

Coffee was not the only thing bitter this morning. An irritating three hours ago, Yoongi had been wrapping the final works of the—at least what he and everyone else in his team considered—a successful raid. Fourteen hours achingly squeezed through the exhaustion in his veins to bust this den and it was a popular one at that. Around ten dealers were arrested that night.

Only two got actual jail time. The only reason was because they both had companions with them that night under the age of eighteen and one of them was the culprit for a former models’ murder.

Other than that, the den was closed down to keep up appearances. Most of the dealers had the infamous phoenix tattoo to symbolize exactly who they were working for. However did they get enough proof to finally expose Jeon Jungkook?

Not a fucking chance.

He dragged himself into the precinct with a heavy head and tar-like coffee in his hand before slouching onto his chair. A sweet pile of files on his right which were happily ignored. Yoongi could also painfully notice that Namjoon was desperately trying not to ask him about the raid even though every twitch in his eye wanted otherwise.

Darkened and deep set eyes shot a slight glare at the younger male. “Go on.” He rasped.

Namjoon looked almost a little innocent with his huge glasses on staring at him like he was not so deathly obvious about his curiosity. “I didn’t say anything.”

“But you want to so get it over with so you can cover for me while I take a fucking nap.” The older male patted the pile of files which was now going to the others’ responsibility solely because Yoongi had information Namjoon could not gain. If he could even call it decent information.

Clearing his throat, he leaned in closer resting his elbows on the table and forgetting whatever he was working at the computer. “What happened?” He whispered more enthusiastically now.

“Everything and nothing.” Yoongi seethed, anger burning through the unwavering heaviness of his body. “We checked all the stages. Did everything we needed to do and got more fucking eye witnesses than any task force has ever done. Except our captain decided it was the perfect time to act like a damn saint by letting most of them go on fucking technicalities.” Fingers curled up into tight fists just retelling the whole story. So much work had been placed to take this den down and for what? Sleepless nights and back to the square one?

His heart leaped a little for once hearing someone else verbalize the captains’ clear goal to ensure that Jungkook was never exposed again. “You know why they do it, right?”

The older male shook his head with a light stammer. Yoongi was the one who trained Namjoon in the field which was the only reason why he was assigned to be his partner over anyone else. He could always keep him in line. But now he worried whether there might be a dark truth laced in all his words. “We can’t get ahead of ourselves.” He muttered under his breath before taking a sip of his coffee.

Namjoon let out a small sigh of defeat glancing over at the precinct around them. It took any person with common sense to notice a few who were drowning their insides with coffee to stay awake after a failed raid. A small part almost felt relieved that others now knew the things he went through after his failed undercover mission. That knowledge something was wrong but you could not do anything about it. The curse of being part of a system which Jungkook already ruled since birth. “What can we do then?” He asked more to himself than the other.

“Yoongi…” Tapping of footsteps broke their conversation for a minute as one of the detectives, Minnie walked to their desks. “I need to talk to you. Both of you.” Her eyes flickered to the two men who stared at her in utter confusion.

The dark haired male peered at the woman through his fringe already noticing Namjoon stiffen at the sight of the detective. “What now? I’m not really in the mood for more disappointment.” Yoongi leaned back and tolerated the little glare the younger male gave him for speaking to Minnie in that manner.

“You’ll want to hear this. It’s a message from the big chair.” She muttered before turning on her heel to walk out of the building.

Namjoon immediately gave Yoongi a pleading look to go follow her, thighs bouncing in place out of his curiosity.

Yoongi kissed his teeth before averting his gaze in annoyance. “I’m too old for this shit.” He got up from the chair with his cooling coffee.

“You’re a year older than me.” His brows furrowed.

“I meant mentally.”

Out in the spring like air of the smoking zone, Minnie hugged a brown envelope as the two men walked out eying her in pure puzzle. Her nose flushed without her jacket but the nerves that built up in her body made it difficult to care. “I don’t know why they gave to me.” She shook her head. “I thought I was let off from this but—” The woman handed them the brown envelope.

Yoongis’ forehead remained permanently knitted as he accepted the envelope as Namjoon took his coffee from him carefully. He pulled out one single piece of paper. A hand-written letter.

‘I am fully aware of Mr. Jeons’ actions under the blanket of extortion and public sympathy. The raid was planned to be a publicity stunt to impress me somehow but I have been observing this world for as long as I can remember. The police force vows on survival. They want to protect their children from being taken, wives from being defiled. It’s every man and woman for themselves in front of this power. Unfortunately this means we must play the same game of deceit and secrecy to truly achieve the victory we all want.

Hence this letter to you. Gather a small team that you can rely your life on for this mission. There will be materials and sources given to you throughout the month and I suggest you find a dispassionate body whom you can trust to slither into the enemy crowds. There we shall begin the first careful steps to our goal.

Burn this letter as soon as it is read.

May God be with you.’

“Fucking Christ.” Yoongi whispered re-reading the letter ten times before finally understanding the sudden weight dropping on his head. The signature did not lie either. He had seen that so many times in recent weeks it was engraved in his mind at this point.

Minnie shook her head again, a mixture of fear and concern reflecting in her eyes. “I didn’t know who else to trust.” Gaze flickered from Yoongi and Namjoon who still were not able to formulate any kind of proper response. “I’ve already been to the rings undercover, I won’t be able to risk it. Namjoon got too close as well.”

Namjoon swallowed the small lump in his throat at the mere memory of his time deep inside the Jeon Cartel. As much as he wanted the glory of walking back to that place to make things right. It was too much risk. This time they were going against all the usual protocol that ever existed.

Only person left was one who had not truly been seen on the inside was—

“You’re shitting me.” Yoongi sighed out the words. He understood the stakes of spreading this information to far too many people. In fact even the man himself could not name anyone who could be more trustworthy than Namjoon and Minnie. Most of the precinct were hell bent on bruising their knees for the captain while some others preferred the older mayor. It was an unbreakable web of lies and unfair distribution.

“Sorry, Yoongi.” Minnie muttered.

“You did the right thing.” Namjoon quickly interjected. “Anyone else would’ve just shown this to the captain.” He nodded towards the letter.

Without another response, Yoongi pulled out his black lighter and flicked to expose the small flame. His eyes fixated on the bright shade of yellow a little dulled out from the daylight before touching the edge of the paper. He kept a hold of it until it was absolutely ensured that the erupting fire devoured every words. Throwing it in the bin, he sighed deeply when he stared at the two youngers. Whatever tired looseness his body adorned a while ago now faded away with a new anxiety. Not really anxiety but a concern. The results of their last raid did not exactly boost his self-esteem in being able to achieve a large feat. Digging his hands into his pockets, cool wind flowed through his black shirt making him shiver a little. “When do they want us to start?”

Minnie looked around for a moment; more a sign of precaution but a lot of the precinct would be stuck inside the building or on patrol. “There is an inside source who’s been working with the mayor for a few years now and they say that he’d be able to get you a pathway into the cartel.” She rubbed her arms to give herself some type of warmth from the air that only seemed get colder.

“What kind of a source?” Yoongi squinted his eyes. The mayor was not wrong in saying they were a regular in Jeons’ exposure to the public since they already had a solid source.

“I couldn’t get everything but you need to cut any outside ties this month onwards.”

He scoffed with a smile. “It’s cute you think I have other ties.”

A month had gone by before Belle could even take a few breaths. During work hours, it was easy to forget her personal life for several hours and just focus on seams linking with colours, blending into an assortment of something beautiful. Somehow the more perfect her works were the more she felt in control of the world around her.

Boyoung came in and out of the boutique to give her updates on the things that could be done about the cake, flowers or the general décor. Guest list had pretty much been determined by her save for Taehyung and Saito with a slightly awkward explanation of her parents’ death.

Today in the cool day Belle gazed at all the designs for the Sangria House mixed in with Spring Line. She opted to display all the Sangria House dresses towards the end during the fashion show so it could add a showstopper. The lavender one especially caught her eye already imagining Jimin wearing the get-up with some matching jeweled earrings. Dainty fingers brushed across the silk, a softened smile playing on her lips.

“Your first line.” Saitos’ voice broke her out of her little trance. “How does it feel?”

Belle looked over her shoulder to see the woman adorned in a similar lavender pant suit as she padded closer to the displays. “Terrifying.” She breathed out, the corners of her lips twitching up. “It feels like I’m jumping headfirst into cold water.” More like a vast ocean that was so deep that she might drown if she was not careful. Though she would dive into this pool any day.

“Speaking of diving headfirst.” The older woman smirked before the sound of something swishing touched Belle’s ear.

She fully turned around to see Saito hanging a covered outfit on rack before unzipping it down and pulling a pure white piece. A majestic dress bigger than any of the designs they had for the line, multiple georgette layers with slight elegant frills at the ends, a diamond encrusted waist line with a sweetheart neck. The whole piece was simple without any extra glitz and glamour aside from the waist.

“What do you think?”

Belle breathed out a chuckle, eyes not being able to tear away from the dress despite the simple look. “It’s beautiful. What’s this for?” Wide eyes searched the older womans’ expression who merely laughed at the girl.

“Well what else? It’s your wedding dress. If you want anyway.” She shrugged, her gaze now trailing down the long length before fixing the fabric a little so it displayed perfectly. “It’s a little simple I know but if Boyoung told me earlier when the wedding was going to be, I would’ve worked on it a bit more.” Saito spoke about it in such a casual manner.

Little did she realize the jolt of tears flooding in Belle’s eyes when she heard that the other designed and made this whole dress for her. “You made this for me?” She whispered, a small droplet threatening to fall down her cheek.

No one asked Saito to do so nor was she forced to make one either. But the woman did it anyway without any prize in return. She did not ask for her body or her mind as a way to repay her actions. Just an act of kindness.

“Actually I did it so you could do something for me.” She pouted a little before glancing around the boutique longingly. “I can’t have this boutique forever and I’m not exactly getting younger either.” She chuckled, patting the work table like it was her first born child. “Do you mind taking care of her? After I’m retired?”

Belle’s heart almost sank for a moment knowing there was always a catch. Except Saito once again showed she was nothing like other people in her life. Her chest felt like it lost all room for her overflowing affection. Legs rushed over and Belle said nothing but wrap her arms around the woman, squeezing a little tighter than normal. Now that her senior couldn’t look at her expression, all the tears she desperately tried to keep in now came flowing down her cheeks.

All these walls breaking down, there was one dark truth touching the tip of her tongue. The wedding dress Saito worked so hard on. All for a wedding that wasn’t even real. What Belle wouldn’t do to just blurt it all out right now and let the bleeding wounds heal for once but it can’t be done.

The world was beautiful and cruel at the same time. She never experienced that sentiment so strongly until now.

Saito giggled rubbing her back soothingly as she attempted to give her comfort while also holding a humungous white dress. “I’m not dying, sweetie.”

Belle laughed through her tears, quickly wiping them away when she pulled out of the hug. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She smiled. “Marriage getting you all emotional?”

“You can say that.” One way to describe the hell she got herself into.

“Absolutely not.” Jungkook narrowed his gaze at the older male who somehow gained the audacity to disturb him in his office. Fingers stilled around the pen he was holding to sign a few hand-written letters to some associates. A warning to take caution for the coming days due to the raid in one of their biggest dens.

Taehyung scoffed lightly at the blunt response. “Why not?” He folded his arms together in front of his chest. “I spend hours in a day doing absolutely nothing. How long do you expect me just sit idly here?” The man looked and felt sicker by the day which the doctor explained was the body clearing itself out. Not really the most reassuring explanation but he knew at one point where all the sick feelings dissipated because he was properly distracted by something. Someone more like.

He dropped the pen on the table now unable to concentrate on putting the words together especially since this wasn’t exactly Word Document where it could be easily deleted. “I don’t want you in here either.” Jungkook retorted. “But you’re also not the most trusted person to be left alone right now so I’m left with no option other than no.”

“Then a guard can come with me.” Taehyung shrugged. Truth be told the man had no intention of doing what Jungkook had been wary about. Of course it’d be a lie to say there was not a gnawing feeling in his stomach as if something was missing. But right now that was not the goal.

“I suppose you expect me to pay for this outing as well, yes?” He winced.

“You are marrying my sister by force. So yeah you’re paying for both our life insurance as far as this whole fuckery is concerned.”

Jungkook cocked a brow hearing the male’s challenge. Maybe one shot to the leg would have helped him relieve any stress but he hated how much Taehyungs’ eyes resembled Belles’. Sighing in defeat, he grabbed the phone roughly and put it to his ear. “Mr. Kim…I’d like to book a private room in your house this afternoon. Sorry for the late notice.” He glanced over at the male, pressing the phone on his chest. “Who did you want?”

“Angel.”

Of course the fucker had to choose the most expensive angel in the goddamn registry. The crime lord took a deep breath to calm his fury before placing the phone to his ear, an award-winning smile on his lips. “The golden member. Angel…put it in under Kim Taehyung…yes…thank you, Seokjin.” Hanging up the phone, he merely glared at the older male. “They’ll be ready for you in the evening same time as the last one. Look presentable and for the love of god…” His glare sharpened. “…play nice.”

With a detached hum, Taehyung rushed out of the office skipping at every step to finally go outside of this place and to see the beautiful golden lady in the Sangria House.

Her heart jumped a little hearing that Kim Taehyung was going to visit the private room again and asked for Angel personally. She tried not to have favourite customers but truthfully the brunette had been the most comfortable to talk to. Most people would ask her questions on her talents in the bedroom or how much each service would cost. To many a golden angel was a literal cash cow for the owner so everyone grew curious as to just how much they were worth.

Months maybe years of training involved to be that perfect inhuman being who could make everyones’ dream come true if they had the right funds.

As any other work night for her anyway, Angel would pad into Seokjins’ office adorned in her signature golden dress which was soon going to be updated by a growing popular designer.

Knocking three times against the dark wood she heard the familiar voice invite her in. Clicking the door open, the girl closed the door behind her and stood in the center of the room like her normal routine. Head bowed, fingers intertwined with one another as she slowly bowed in front of him.

“I’m sure you’ve received the list for today.” Seokjin muttered still looking a few paperwork as the angel raised herself up to her perfect posture.

“Yes, Mr. Kim.” Angel nodded.

“You don’t have to call me that behind closed doors, Angel.” He sighed knowing there was no way the member would listen to him anyway. Keeping up formalities according to her had been a way to ensure she did not take her current state for granted. “There’s a special task I’m giving for your session with Mr. Kim.”

“What is it?” She gained that slight bit of comfort to look him in the eye. Not that it was abnormal but usually Angel was in more sleep appropriate clothes or none at all when they had casual conversations.

Seokjin opened one of the doors in his desk and pulled out a vial with a dark purple shaded powder inside. He swirled the little particles in front of the curious girl. “This is a powder to help Mr. Kim feel more…comfortable during his session.” His voice lowered the slightest as if he was spewing a small secret.

Angel received many unusual requests from customers but rarely from the owner himself. He was always a simple man who found solace in his business. No funny work behind the scenes ever. Except now. Brows furrowed slightly but the woman nodded nonetheless not entirely having any choice but to agree. She gently took the powder before hiding it inside her jeweled hands. “How much do I give him?”

“It’s quite a weak dose so the entire vial should do the trick.” He smiled reassuringly however Angel did not feel quite consoled. “Mix it in his tea so it’s easier to take in.”

The woman felt the vial getting heavier and heavier in her hands as the realization became clear she was about mix a strange substance in a customers’ tea. Something about it felt strange. Angel remembered spending nights inside a club where she would catch bartenders sprinkling things into girls’ drinks but she wasn’t able to say anything to stop them.

Either way the golden lady took a deep breath before giving her husband a large smile and nodded. “Of course.” Angel bowed slightly. “Is there anything else you want me to do, Mr. Kim?”

Seokjin reached out and brushed his long fingers against her softly painted skin. For a moment behind closed doors breaking some of the walls of formality so he could truly show some care for the people he watched over. “Be safe.”

The heaviness in her hands now seeped into her chest when she sat inside the private room awaiting Taehyung. Except the vial was still clasped in her clutch while her eyes fixated on the tea pot. Seokjin never showed malice towards anyone let alone someone who barely visited the Sangria House. Maybe it wasn’t harmful at all and the methods just seemed controversial in her own mind.

Angel never lost anything from trusting Seokjin in the past so why should this be any different?

Taking another deep breath, her bangles tinkled as she popped the cork of the vial. A light lilac steam flowed out of it when Angel tipped open the tea pot lid and sprinkled the whole substance into it. Seokjin advised her not to have but one cup to ensure she did not lose her own sense while attempting to entertain the man on whatever he needed.

Whatever he needed.

What did he need?

Their first conversation was mostly soft conversations that merely scratched the surface because they both held dark secrets that neither wanted to admit in the first meeting. At least that was why Angel suspected from the slight emptiness behind his eyes. Like he lost a part of himself once.

Maybe tonight Taehyung grew curious of something more than talking.

It was rare for her to do anything but talk, dance or play the gayageum for whoever she entertained due to the high prices for something else.

Then again Taehyung was Jeon Jungkooks’ brother-in-law. The young man could buy the entire Sangria House if he wanted as Seokjin liked to joke about sometimes.

Pulling her back from her trance in thought, the door clicked open and Angel shot up. All her jewellery and the details in her dress welcomed the familiar customer like tiny little wind chimes. Walking to the center of the room and her composure back to normal the woman bowed with the utmost elegance. “Welcome, Mr. Kim.” She grinned.

Taehyung immediately grew speechless when he walked into the private room. Despite the constant mental conversations he had in his mind that he should be calm and collected, once he saw the golden lady, his heart leaped and his stomach filled with butterflies. Really who could blame him? She literally glowed like a goddess even the sun must be in love with her.

Not that he was too. But he still grew a little obsessed at admiring her every feature.

“Would you like to sit down?” She gestured towards the space reserved for him.

The male stammered a little having mentally slap himself before giving her a nod and a friendly smile as he situated himself at the table. Angel sat next to him to ensure that the experience was as intimate as possible. Except now Taehyung felt the room was way too hot for him to tolerate.

With a slight nagging feeling in the back of her mind, Angel poured the tea for the both of them and offered one to Taehyung which he accepted.

Almost immediately he took a sip to somehow alleviate the initial awkwardness of the session. Unfortunately Taehyung ended up downing the whole drink like some kind of tequila shot.

Angel tried to suppress the light giggle that tried to pass her lips and refilled his cup again. “What did you want to do today, Mr. Kim?” She asked with the most perfect smile, fingers perched carefully on her lap.

A light warmth passed through his body as soon as the first cup settled in. Whatever anxiety he had melted slightly; enough for him to give the girl a smile without feeling like a teenage boy who had never seen a woman before. “I—I actually just wanted to talk again.” Taehyung swallowed thickly wondering how stupid it must sound coming to a place like this only to make conversation.

Belle always tried to make him feel at home but it only made him feel worse. He could see how exhausted she was working all day and night while still attempting to keep a happy smile on her face for everyone else. For him. Not to mention the wedding creeping closer, Taehyung could almost feel the weight she must have on her shoulders.

The golden lady nodded in acknowledgement, loosening her posture just the slightest to ensure more comfort. “I’ve heard the other angels talk about Mr. Jeon and your sisters’ wedding.” Her eyes widened a little. A small tinge of excitement burst inside her at the excitement of it all. “Weddings in the Jeon family have always been so regal, a lot of the juniors were talking about their own ceremonies being that way.”

Taehyungs’ heart sank a little seeing how happy the woman got with the wedding. No part of him had the courage to stop her from talking about it; the way her eyes sparkled and her smile melted into something more genuine rather than calculated. He smiled politely before taking a generous swig of his tea, once again unable to determine just how little tea was actually inside it. “What was your wedding like?” He asked watching her refill his drink at perfect timing.

Now Angel could not escape steering away from the question considering she brought up the topic. “I didn’t have a ceremony.” She smiled. “It was a legal signing and…a few witnesses.” She muttered remembering Jimins’ welcoming grin when he saw firsthand the confirmation of her freedom.

He stared at the woman noticing the little tinge of sadness in her smile. A feature eerily familiar in his younger sisters’ smiles too. Except his heart did not sink too much after he drank up the third cup. In fact nothing much happened. His body seemed to come to a full stop in feeling down to his toes almost seeming non-existent. He had to wiggle them a little to ensue himself they were still there. “Their wedding will be beautiful.” Taehyung had a bitter taste in his tongue speaking of it. “You can come. I’m sure Belle would love to have you.”

The woman stammered a little before chuckling nervously. Angel never really attended events unless Seokjin was invited so she could go as a plus one. Despite their ‘marriage’, she was still to be considered an employee and not Mrs. Kim. “I think I might be working on that day.” She spoke honestly.

“What if I took you with me?” Taehyung asked, the words slipping out of his mouth with more ease now.

Angel quickly refilled his cup again not wanting to be a sub-par hostess before politely smiling at the male again. “I can’t go to outings without my husband.” She muttered.

“Husband…” He scoffed with a smile, shaking his head. “Right…sorry.” Once again Taehyung turned to the comfort of chugging the entire cup of tea. His fingers feeling numb and his ears a little blocked but in a comforting way. Like a warm blanket around him after a walk in the cold day. “Do you ever think about running away?”

“Running away?” She searched his expression which had been growing softer and his body looked more casual.

“Yeah…” Taehyung pushed out a small chuckle. “You know, away from everything. Just…to the country side somewhere and just live there all your life with no troubles.” He threw his head back a little and closed his eyes to relish in the distant dream.

Angel giggled lightly. “What about your sister?”

“I’d take her with me.” He replied without hesitation. “She always told me about wanting to go in the mountains and sewing all her clothes from there. A secret designer hidden deep in the mountains.”

She couldn’t help but smile fondly at the dream. Maybe there were some days where the girl wished to leave all of this behind and live somewhere no one could ever touch her again. Where she could be free. But her current life held far too many responsibilities. Seokjin protected her from a worse fate and that was something Angel could spend the rest of her life repaying him for. “It sounds wonderful.”

Taehyung drawled out a deep hum before chugging down another cup he couldn’t keep count of. At this point his head and body felt like they were floating on a fluffy cloud that kind of smelled like jasmines. While his vision was hazier than ever creating a slight glow onto Angels’ face making her look literally like her namesake. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as his eyes drooped. “You’re so beautiful.” He muttered.

Angel giggled shyly, lowering her head a little. “And you’re very handsome.” She patted the back of his hand.

“It’s just my luck…” He let out a deep sigh of defeat. “The first person I end up liking…turns out to be a married woman.” The male pouted, eyes trailing down her form not being able to hide all corners of his interest as the strange tea now flooded inside him. “If only we could just—close off the real world for a moment.” His finger seemed to gain the same loose mind and traced the back of her soft hand. “And I could show you how much I like you.”

The girl gently pulled her hand away and placed it back on her lap. Smile slowly faltering into something less genuine. “I can do whatever you want, Mr. Kim. But there are still rules.”

“What if what I want is against the rules?” Taehyung whispered, tilting his head as he searched her expression.

“Then we call security.” She chuckled nervously.

He laughed making his throat feel incredibly prickly. Shoulders shook as he coughed knocking the empty cup over accidentally which Angel quickly set up again. “It’s fine.” Taehyung raised a hand before filling up the tea cup himself albeit while shaking.

Her chest rose and fell watching him down another cup.

As soon as the liquid went down, he coughed again while pain settled in his chest. “Think I might be allergic to jasmines.” Taehyung stared at his cup with a small giggle passing his lips. “Anyway what was I saying?”

Angel had to remind herself that it was not fully Taehyung’s fault for the behavior he began to portray. Except that didn’t change the sinking feeling in her gut as the comfortable bubble they had between them now seemed to melt before her. “You were talking about what you wanted to do.” She answered in a small voice to keep her normal composure.

“You said you’d call security.” His voice grew a little raspy before he coughed again. “Does that mean holding your hand is against the rules?”

She nodded. “That rule is more applied to members like me.”

“Married members.” He traced his finger pad around the brim of the small cup. “But do you ever think about breaking the rules? Just a little.” Taehyung smirked shifting a little closer, his hand once again sliding to her part of the table. “

Angel attempted to smile again before shaking her head. “I’d rather not, Mr. Kim. Responsibilities are important to have—so we don’t get out of control.”

“Fuck responsibilities.” He scoffed leaning back. “I tried being responsible. Being the perfect son…always choose the best path, always be the better cause you are better.” Brick walls inside him turned to paper as anger now burned through it with ease. “All the while my little sister tried so hard. She’s perfect. The best person I’ve ever met and they fucking called her worthless.” Tears melted at the brim of his eyes spewing all these unsaid words. “Then they died…” Taehyung chuckled, vision growing blurry. “…leaving their daughter thinking they never loved her. Responsibility killed my family. They had the responsibility to make the perfect son and look what happened. They never taught me to live without them. Responsibility destroyed my baby sisters’ life.” He winced.

Despite the poison in his body, Taehyung still had that truth suppressed unable to word it out. Your sister is this mess because of you. Because you couldn’t be better. The heat burst through his loosened body unable to control or suppress the urge as he knocked the teapot and cup off the table with the back of his hand.

Pot shattered and cup cracked the male was overwhelmed with another coughing fit that stung his chest.

Angels’ eyes now glossy attempted to hold both her hands up to calm him down. “Taehyung, please.” She whispered. The woman dared to touch his shoulder while his head was lowered on the table. Her heart jumped when she saw the light splutter of red falling from his plump lips onto the wooden surface. Letting out a shaky sigh, she cupped both his cheeks to make him face her gaze. “Taehyung?”

His whole face looked like an utter mess, eyes reddened, cheeks stained with tears and his lips trickling with his own blood. His chest was on fire and he couldn’t help but laugh a little again, teeth stained slightly. “This is what happens when you just talk.” Taehyung growled out. “Everything becomes a fucking mess.” He winced and pushed her off of him not wanting to face her while in this state even though his whole body had no energy to truly care.

“Help!” Angel yelled and almost mere seconds passed with the door bursting open, two guards walking inside. Following them was a concerned Seokjin padding into the room to check on her first.

“Did he hurt you?” His hand hovered her cheek.

She shook her head. “He’s sick, something’s wrong.” Angels’ gaze flickered from the blood splutters on the table to the young male being carried on each side by his arm.

“It’s okay.” Seokjin caressed the top of her head. “Take him to the Jeon household immediately. I will call Mr. Jeon to ensure he’s prepared with a treatment for him.” He explained in a much calmer demeanor than Angel was in at the moment.

One of the guards acknowledged his order before Taehyung was dragged less than gently out the door leaving Angel in her pool of anxiety.

“Keep a stiff upper lip, darling.” Fingers tapped on her chin to make her meet his gaze. “We can’t lose our focus, yes?”

Angel shook her head out of habit. The woman let her heart grow too soft for a man she only conversed with twice thus far. It was too dangerous to make herself dwell on the matter when he was—as much as it ached a little so say it—just a customer. She had responsibilities whether Taehyung or even she liked it or not. So Angel merely bowed and continued to get ready for her next session.

Afternoon faded into evening and evening faded into night but no sign of Taehyung. Worry creeped up as the hours passed by with Belle’s thoughts only growing darker instead of more optimistic. Of course she did not stop herself from scolding Jungkook for a few minutes about letting him go out to Sangria House.

The man simply reassured her that one of his guards were present outside of the House if something were to go wrong.

Adorned in her nightgown, Belle refused to rest on her bed despite Nana attempting to convince otherwise. She paced around the room with warmth spreading through her palms from the tea cup in her hands. Fingers tapped against the sides and the worry continued to infest throughout her entire body.

Then the door downstairs opened with a thud.

Slamming the cup onto the table the woman rushed out of the bedroom down the stairs, somewhere in the back of her mind hoping to see her brother safe and sound. Unfortunately luck was not a constant in the Kim Family when she saw Jungkooks’ guards carrying Taehyung inside.

Breath caught in her throat Belle took a few quick steps closer and drops of blood staining his chin and shirt like he was punched through his teeth. “What happened?”

“People at the house said he drank something and started acting weird.” One of the guards explained crudely while they moved to Taehyung’s bedroom.

Jungkook appeared from behind them, looking far more exhausted than ever.

Belle tried to clip her tongue from any more backlash on his decision and followed suit to her brother’s bedroom.

The maids pulled over the blankets so he could be plopped onto the soft surface, causing him to grunt a little under his breath. Belle pulled off his shoes and placed them on the floor as the blanket loosely covered his body now.

“Didn’t they tell you what he drank?” She asked, pressing his hand against the male’s forehead but his skin wasn’t any more heated than normal.

“We have someone from our private med coming in tonight.” Jungkook padded into the bedroom after sending the guards out. The male had a slightly casual tone about him despite seeing the worry shaking from his future wife. Maybe he should have made more effort in feeling sorry but he knew this would happen. “He’ll be fine, baby.”

Belle refused to respond, eyes merely focusing on Taehyung who was having trouble keeping himself awake. He needed to be okay. He just had to. The wedding date slowly slithered closer now to a point where she felt like suffocating. Her brother was the only thread of hope she could hold onto to give her strength but now it just felt like they were back to square one all over again. Was this what Jungkook wanted? If Taehyung never got better than the girl would have no chance whatsoever to get away from him. She wouldn’t have any other choice but to stay here.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered every now and then seeing a blurry vision of dark hair and white clothing. For a moment he already confirmed his own death assuming maybe the figure before him was an angel. Except a few seconds he noticed Belle’s familiar features. “’m sorry…” He whispered.

She shook her head brushing his hair away from his forehead. “Don’t apologize.” The last person Belle blamed was Taehyung. He wasn’t the one who made them stay here. He wasn’t the one who made the deal nor did he agree to it on his own accord.

Minutes passed before one of the guards walked in announcing that a medical apprentice arrived to the premise to help them out. A little irritated, Jungkook told them to bring the person in. The downside of private meds was that they always had to protect their own backsides from being seen by prying eyes in mob leaders’ households. They would then send apprentices to do the job for them especially if it’s not a serious case.

Through the door walked in a raven haired male with a white shirt and some pants on looking the complete opposite of what any med should look like.

“Please don’t tell me this is your first day.” Jungkooks’ eyes judged him up and down right through his very core.

The apprentice cleared his throat as he stared down at his outfit. “It wasn’t really my shift tonight, sir. I was told this was an emergency.”

“Mi amor, this isn’t the time find out who the next top model is.” Belle retorted walking over to the entrance as she gave the apprentice a small friendly smile.

Jungkook noticed the guards’ eyes widen a little at the way she spoke to him. Not to mention the little nickname blatantly spewed in front of most of the staff.

“They said he drank something strange—”

The apprentice nodded looking over at the tanned male struggling to sleep peacefully, body jerking as he coughed. “My supervisor said it was a new drug that was sent to him for testing once. Manufacturer didn’t have a name but he called it Shade Terror…” He looked at both Jungkook and Belle. “May I?” He gestured to Taehyung.

Belle saw the apprehension in her fiancées’ expression. Granted the woman would be hesitant to let a trainee try and help her brother but she couldn’t just let him stay in pain until something else was available. Reaching out, she gently held onto his pinky and ring finger as a silent way of pleading that he let the man help Taehyung.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook asked.

“Yoongi…sir.” He bowed once again to enhance a vulnerable state in front of him. His face did not exactly scream ‘meek’ after all.

The young lord nodded and gestured towards Taehyung so he could start with his work. As soon Yoongi situated himself next to the bed, Jungkook turned his head to face Belle for a moment. On any other day a new face trying to do medical work under his roof would have gone through hundreds of investigations and gun to their head while they worked. So why was it Jungkook couldn’t find the courage to do the same now? Especially when Belle met his gaze and gave him a light smile to quietly thank him for agreeing.

Detaching their hands Belle walked back to the other side of the bed and watched Yoongi press his fingers against the side of Taehyungs’ neck. His way of working was definitely a lot more careful than that of a more experienced doctor but it looked far more reassuring. He placed a small wooden box on the nightstand before flicking it open and pulling out a vial filled with a pale blue milky liquid.

“We need to make him sit up.” He spoke in a slightly shy demeanor.

Belle nodded and gently pulled Taehyung up to a sited position as he leaned back against the headboard.

Her older brother whined light under his breath before lulling off to a messy sleep again.

Yoongi pulled the cork off of the vial before forcing the mans’ mouth open by pressing through his cheeks. Without a moment’s hesitation, he poured the liquid down his throat before clamping his mouth and nose shut forcing him to swallow it down.

She wanted to protest for a moment but immediately saw how Taehyung tried to resist the medicine, thrashing about on the bed until the blanket was almost off the bed.

Once the apprentice pulled away her older brother drowned into a coughing fit.

“He might vomit for a while to get the toxins out.” Yoongi spoke as he clapped the small box shut.

After a few more minutes of whining and light thrashing, Taehyung finally breathed out into a calmer state of relaxation before lulling off to sleep again.

The apprentice was about to walk out of the room before Jungkook stepped in front of him, hands pressed firmly against his chest.

“You’re staying here until we know he’s okay.” His glare shot like daggers, distrust practically oozing through his veins at the strange face.

Belle wondered a little to herself how he had so much trust issues for this apprentice but had all the confidence in the world to marry her without any knowledge of how she was. Either way for once she could relate to his suspicion. If the ‘antidote’ somehow made Taehyung worse then she’d want Yoongi in the mansion, accessible for proper punishment.

Yoongi looked over his shoulder to face the young woman who had a much kinder expression but even she grew hardened at the sign of distrust. Not that the man could truly blame her, for all they knew he could have gave the tanned man poison. So he nodded and stood back waiting for a few guards to lead him to a guest room. Weeks of training to just get enough inside information on Jungkook instead he was now literally invited into their home as a guest for the night. Granted on darker circumstances but it deemed to be a strange step forward.

Morning rushed in with a light warmth and Belle persisted to stay in Taehyungs’ bedroom the whole night despite everyone else’s attempt at convincing her otherwise. For a few hours she was able to travel back to a simpler time when she would snuggle into her older brothers’ bed whenever the darkness got difficult to deal with alone. Taehyung kept her in his arms all night telling her she was worth so much more than what their parents pushed on the girl.

What he didn’t truly know was that his love was strong enough to be all she needed. At some point Belle stopped longing for her parents’ validation knowing there was one amazing person already treating like she should be.

She wanted to do the same and make sure he knew in all this mess there was one person who always loved him more than anything.

Gold peeked through the curtains when the older male shifted in his position, eyes opening to a silhouette sleeping next to him. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips seeing the familiar face. For a few moments, Taehyung could pretend they were a normal family again without the real world around them trying to crumble it down or tear them apart. Those few minutes were sacred until he saw the shining ring around her finger. The ring she probably never wanted but took so he could heal. Now as his smile disappeared and his eyes burned, he was painfully reminded of the sacrifice Belle was going to make in a few days.

Taking in a deep breath, Belle slowly moved herself awake widening her eyes a little before she met with Taehyungs’ gaze. “Were you watching me sleep?” She giggled tiredly.

“Just checking if you actually did that.” Taehyung smiled again.

“You look better now.”

“I feel better. Aside from the vomiting, this room stinks.” He winced not wanting to look at a soiled bin on his side of the bed.

Belle shifted to lay on her back with a relaxed sigh. Eyes flickered over to her phone for the time; only a few hours until she had to go to work. But she could risk a few minutes for this rare moment where it was just the two of them. No maids, no guards, no Jungkook. Just a brother and a sister. “What happened, Tae?” She whispered.

“It wasn’t me.” Taehyung answered simply. “Seriously, I went into Sangria House and talked to Angel and…drank jasmine tea. I don’t think I’m allergic to jasmines.”

“The private med that came in said it was the symptoms of a drug.” Belle turned her head to meet his gaze. He had tried to lie about these things before but she could tell he had no idea this would happen to him at all.

“Jungkook probably asked them to slip something in my drink.” He scoffed.

It wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing the man had done in his lifetime especially from the things Belle had seen and heard in this house.

Her silence seemed to trigger a spark inside Taehyung’s body as he searched her expression. “You’re thinking that too, aren’t you?”

Belle swallowed down her words despite how strong they wanted to be sung across her tongue. “He’s a horrible man…but he can’t be that desperate to be married…I think.” Her brows furrowed not sure of anything she spoke out.

“He was desperate enough to put a ring on a stranger.” He retorted.

She hated how closely their thoughts aligned. There were so many things wrong about this situation but if this was true then Jungkook may be worse than he lets on in front of her. “I’m just glad you’re okay. That’s all that matters.” A smile stretched across her slightly chapped lips.

“You matter too.” Taehyung felt that familiar choke in his throat like his grip slipped and he was forced to watch Belle fall into this abyss. “You mean so much to me. How am I supposed to feel better if you’re hurting in the process?”

Belle quickly moved her gaze to the ceiling, letting out a shaky sigh. “I’m not hurting, I promise. It’s going to be okay.” She intertwined her fingers with his trying to give him some form of reassurance.

“Morning…” Jungkook walked through the door of the bedroom, now in a fresh new suit and curled hair with a glass juice in his hand. “How’re you feeling?” He asked albeit not in the most compassionate tone.

“Fine.” Taehyung muttered.

The woman shifted to sit up on the bed, straps of her nightie falling over her shoulder as she stood up. “He only drank the jasmine tea in Sangria House.” Belle spoke simply. “Is there a special recipe that we should have known about?” Her arms folded over her chest, eyes growing a little sharp pointing at Jungkook.

“Jasmines and water?”

She rolled her eyes. “You know drugs more than a lot of people. What do you think that—Shade Terror thing could’ve been?”

“I’ve never heard of it before.” Except Jungkook may have had a small clue on what exactly was mixed into Taehyungs’ tea. The question he did not know the answer to was why. True Seokjin had some less than kind methods for people who might be treating his angels improperly. Maybe Taehyung did something that he was not saying to anyone.

Somehow Jungkooks’ lack of knowledge created more suspicion than there was due between the siblings. Belle padded closer to the male who immediately caressed her forearm. “You didn’t kill the medical apprentice yes?”

“Not yet.”

She looked over her shoulder giving her older brother a small smile. “We’ll see you at lunch, okay?”

For the first time in a while, Taehyung had a more relaxed heart looking at his sister despite the man next to her making his blood boil at the same second.

Belle pulled Jungkook towards the bar gently with a deep sigh.

“There’s something else.” He broke the brief silence immediately.

“What did you and Seokjin talk about that night?” She turned to face him properly.

The curly haired male scoffed lightly, placing his glass on the table. “It was business.”

“Seokjin owns a brothel, you own a cartel. What kind of business would you two be talking about exactly?”

Jungkook had to admit to himself, the woman was more intelligent than she let on and he wondered whether that was useful or more dangerous in this particular situation. “You think I had something to do with your brothers’ problem?”

“Yes.” A deadly silence plunged into the room as the guards and maids now felt far too comfortable to be in the living room. “Now answer my question.”

The male sighed knowing there was no reason to embarrass himself by trying to lie to a woman who had already seen his true colours. “We were discussing a new drug that Seokjin wanted to distribute through our cartel. I suppose he wanted to use it on his customers as a test run.” He shrugged.

“So you knew this might happen to Taehyung?”

“Of course I didn’t know it could happen to him.”

“But you knew the testing was going on and you still let him go to the House.”

“I’m not his father, Belle, it’s not my responsibility to keep him in check.” He gestured roughly towards the room.

Belle scoffed bitterly. “This is the responsibility you got when you decided to stick your fingers into our lives.” She took a step closer. “No one asked you to do all of this. We had the money to make all of this go away.” The heat spread through her so fast, her fingers began trembling and her head grew heavy. “So don’t fucking act like this is some big inconvenience only to you.”

Their conversation broke apart and attentions turned to the raven haired male standing just a few inches away from the bar as he cleared his throat.

“Sorry…I was called.” Yoongi replied simply, pretending he didn’t hear the answer to Namjoons’ burning question about Belle and Jungkooks’ sudden relationship. Hands settled behind his back and a neutral expression plaster across his features, he waited for one of the dual powers to speak up.

Belle faded back into a soft expression before smiling at Yoongi like she had not been incredibly distressed a few seconds ago. “I wanted to say thank you. My brother is all better now.” She walked away from the counter, closer to the raven haired male. “How much do we need to pay you?”

He shook his head with a reassuring smile. “My supervisor told me not to ask for any payment—”

“But you came all this way…” She muttered.

“An invitation to the wedding perhaps.” Jungkook spoke up now, leaning on his hands against the edge of the counter. “Your supervisor could come along as a plus one.”

Yoongis’ lips parted as he met Belle’s gaze who gave him an encouraging nod. An invitation to a stupid wedding did not seem like a prize of any sort but he assumed being a guest to such a prestigious ceremony was a gift. Either way he couldn’t exactly disagree to the offer now that it was on the table so he gave them both a smile that could constitute as grateful. “Thank you so much…I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to come to the event.”

“I’m sure he will.” The other male gave him a forced smile despite being hyper aware of the eyes that were on them when Belle snapped. Everyone would remember now. The girl who walked in here being manipulated slowly grew hardened to her struggles and had every ounce of courage to fight back. It was a red flag shouting at him to pull the trigger…prevent any more problems from arising. Except he loved the anger. The fire in her eyes gave him life and vigor, he couldn’t just take it away. Whether that would be a good decision or bring his downfall was up to fate now.

Night fell cloudy as Boyoung entered the Jeon household just two days before her nephews’ big wedding.

Belle sat in her bedroom watching her dress getting steamed by Nana while she sent a few emails confirming the date of the Spring Line fashion show. Since Saito placed her own hand into the line, the venue and date had to be perfect enough for the most important guests to arrive during that time. The show was going in over three months but her anxiety creeped in already.

Last time the woman had a fashion show, she missed it completely on account of getting her brother to a safe place. That was one of the smaller ones though. This one would have designers from far and wide coming in just to see these designs on show, critics, celebrities and a venue so majestic Belle almost got nauseous just looking at the pictures. It was going to be the pivotal moment of her career. If this went well then orders would come in like a waterfall and her name would be solidified in the industry.

She had to force herself to take a deep breath before her whole body exploded in her heavy mixture of anxiety and excitement.

“Belle, dear.” Boyoung knocked twice before peeking through the open door. A smile immediately tugging at her lips when she saw the younger female.

She peered through her glasses before closing her laptop and placing it on her nightstand. As soon as the girl tried to get up the older woman put her hands up.

“Please sit, darling.” She giggled padding over and sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her. “I need to talk to you about something important.” Boyoung placed her purse on the soft surface before pulling out a steel container. “I know you can buy your own but just for tonight.” She removed the lid to show that it was filled almost to the brim with pomegranate seeds shining a little like rubies in the light.

Belle tilted her head before chuckling softly. “What is this for?”

“Eat a lot of pomegranate seeds from now on.” Her eyes widened a little from her own excitement, placing the container in her hands with care. “It’s going to help with bearing a child.”

If the anxiety was strong before, it shot through of her head now making her entire body tremble. Belle hoped her true reaction did not seem too obvious when she forced to smile at the woman. She knew a lot of families vowed to traditional means to help bearing children but that was not what shocked.

Bearing children.

Children.

Making lives.

Bringing more innocent lives into this world.

Into this mess.

It was now more than ever Belle could relate herself to Persephone. Being given pomegranates to make her stay in the Underworld permanently. She was never going to escape this place if she had Jungkooks’ child in her belly. The woman would be bound to this world, etched on it like the phoenix tattoo on her fiancées skin.

Whether Taehyung got better or not. There would be no escaping after that.

“I’ve never seen Jungkook happier than I have now.”

Because he’s getting exactly what he wanted all along.

“You really made a difference.” Boyoung patted her cheek, eyes looking a little glossy as she grinned. “Thank you.”

Belle sighed lightly with a shaking smile still struggling on her face. “Don’t thank me. I wanted to.”

The older woman nodded glancing behind to see the gorgeous dress hanging on the large stand, chuckling. “I’ll leave you to your privacy…while you still have it.” She teased.

Once Boyoung left the room, Nana paused in her work and looked over at Belle with a worried expression. Much to her heartbreak the young girl broke into silent tears as she placed the contained on the nightstand. Placing the steamer down she padded over to her mistress and said nothing but pulled her in for an embrace. “You’ll be okay, dear. You have a strong heart.”

Then why did it feel like it was crumbling to a million pieces from too much pressure?

“Her older brother?” Namjoons’ voice spoke through the phone.

Yoongi shook himself slightly to fight away the cold despite the confines of the glass booth around him. “Yeah he’s been living in the Jeon mansion for a while I’m guessing. Belle also said something about her having the money. Her brother might have had a debt of some sort.” He glanced around the darkening streets spotting only a few stumbling groups passing by in a fit giggles. “Jungkook refused the money…”

“Leverage maybe? To marry Belle?”

“Yandere move.” He muttered under his breath. “Whatever’s going on, Jungkook seems a little soft for the girl.”

“That’s never good.” Though Yoongi could hear the slight bounce in Namjoons’ tone.

Soft meant weakness. A word hardly associated with Jungkook under any circumstances but now it might strike a ray of hope. “Belle’s smart though. She was able to fish out information on Seokjin making the new drug…and she wants me to stay in the mansion tonight too.”

Silence plunged between the call for a few minutes before Namjoon spoke again. “You think she’s suspicious?”

“I think she’s careful. After that whole Sangria House drama, she probably wants to keep her brother safe so having a medical apprentice seems the way to go.” He hung his head slightly irritated that these were all assumptions at this point. Yoongi thought Jungkook would be hard to read but now he had to be careful of the new queen about to be crowned in the cartel. “I know it’s not enough—”

“No, you kidding? That’s a lead. Jeon weddings are where the family is going to be most vulnerable. Meaning no executions, no drama, it’s all about the celebration.” Namjoon explained almost in a whisper which meant that the male must have still been in the precinct working. “It’s the perfect time to get on their best side.”

Yoongi nodded quickly moving to hang up before he heard Namjoon make a noise again. “What?”

“Be careful, okay?”

He smirked. “I’m always careful.”

Belle got herself adorned in a simple mustard body con dress with some light makeup and her hair done loosely as she walked down the stairs to the entrance of the mansion. Two guards stopped her at the front asking it was too dark for her to be out. It was a spur of the moment decision to just get out of the house on her own accord for once.

Except she knew she had to be smart about it. Going out at night when so many people knew her face and name now was risky. But she didn’t want any of the guards to be stuck to her the whole time.

“Yoongi will come with me.”

The older male barely managed spent a few minutes on his own after the short conversation in the phone booth with Namjoon. He merely walked out of his bedroom for a moment to check on Taehyung before Belle dedicated him to a night out.

“The–the medical apprentice, ma’am?” One of the guards stammered.

“He looks able-bodied and Taehyung’s crashed for the night. It’s only a couple of hours, gentlemen, I’m sure the world won’t end.” A few more minutes of jabbing a sharp expression towards the guards they eventually caved and told her the car was coming in soon.

Yoongi only had his white shirt which was re-washed surprisingly quickly by the maids so he would not smell putrid by the day. It was like living in a house of robots who just did what Jungkook asked. Except for this woman. She looked like the only person moving in real time.

Once the car was pulled in, Belle asked Yoongi to drive since she felt a little too anxious to concentrate.

“Where to?”

“Sangria House.”

Without asking any questions, Yoongi drove on with a heavily engraved memory of where the location was. The car ride itself was deeply silent making the male incredibly aware that he was completely alone with Belle. Would it be too quick to just tell her what’s going on? It didn’t seem like she had any worries defying Jungkook but that could mostly just be so she could act as a balance of power in the cartel.

Best to stay quiet, he told himself.

The car stopped in front of the establishment causing Belle to let out a deep sigh. “Could you wait here?” She asked in a soft tone now. “I’m sorry to pull you into this but I think it’s better if I took someone who wasn’t directly Jungkooks’ guard for this meeting. I promise I’ll explain your absence to him.”

When the woman gave him a reassuring smile, Yoongi felt his heart sink a little. One thing he despised about himself is how easily he could see something broken behind a persons’ eye. He would see it in the seventeen year old school girl who had to explain how her principal called her into his office every week but it was never because she was in trouble. He would see it in the convicted young man who tried to recount the events that led to him murdering his uncle. He saw it here and now. That broken nature all in a smile that meant she tried to survive something that was too much to take. Or was trying to survive. Despite the pressure of thoughts in his mind, he nodded in agreement before Belle walked out of the car.

“Ms. Belle!” Seokjin announced as Belle was escorted into his office by one of the white angels. Another junior angel poured them some tea in two cups before bowing and leaving the room. “Please sit.”

Swallowing down, the woman padded over to the table and carefully sat down on one of the chairs feeling a light breeze in the room. She regretted not getting a shawl of some sort but this was meant to be a quick meeting.

“Some tea?” He gestured with that same trained smile he always had for all his customers and business partners.

Belle stared at the filled up and merely smiled. “I’ve grown a little wary of tea at the moment.”

Seokjins’ lips twitched a little almost losing the calculated grin he adorned so gracefully. “I suppose that’s understandable.” He chuckled under his breath. “Though I assure you I don’t drug valued partners.” He nodded to himself. “But we’re not really talking about the tea here. What did you want to talk about?”

“Sangria House has been a pride and joy for tradition and beauty, yes? But you also want to influence the future generation which is why our partnership exists.” She leaned back on her chair. “Have we not made sufficient dresses?”

“Of course not.” He shook his head.

“Does it not look expensive enough?”

“It looks absolutely marvelous.”

“Then why is it, Mr. Kim, that you seem to need another business transaction with my future husband?” Belle tilted her head, searching his expression.

Seokjin chuckled lightly. “I am an active businessman, Ms. Belle.”

“An active businessman who tries to distribute a faulty product.” She continued simply. “I’m not an expert on drugs and do correct me on this but aren’t drugs supposed to make you feel good? At least on the first day, one should not start coughing out blood and losing their mind.”

“It still has its tweaks.” His smile slowly started fading away for a moment.

“Then fix it before you test it on the wrong people.”

“Madam, are you suggesting I stop making this business transaction with your fiancée? Wouldn’t that be unfair to Mr. Jeon? Having this discussion without his approval?”

“I think Mr. Jeon needs a little bit of unfair in his life.” Belle smiled. “All I’m asking is for you to pause any discussions or testing on this transaction until ours is finished. I’m a little possessive like that, I prefer full focus.” She scrunched her nose. “Once we’re done with the Spring Line show and all is successful, you can begin…your experimentation as you please. Does that sound fair enough?”

Silence plunged into the room as Seokjin had to collect himself for a few moments at the proposal thrown at him. “I can see why Mr. Jeon took an interest in you.” He chuckled a little nervously. “Alright…as a way to sincerely apologize for my actions, I will halt any discussions on the new product with your husband. All the focus will be on our line…Madame Belle.”

Jungkook never truly cared about the complete wellbeing for Taehyung. It was all conveniently to keep the deal alive. So if she couldn’t win with him on a personal level then maybe damaging him on a business level might just give her leverage.

Was this going to help her life with Jungkook become more pleasant? No. Not at all.

But this was her only way to take control of something again. Jungkooks’ successes in getting money from this new drug now relied on her milestone, not his power.

A few more formalities and Belle was led into one of the private rooms where she saw Jimin sitting with a bright smile waiting for her.

The lavender adorned male immediately got to his feet, bowing down until he was almost on his knees. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

It was like all the responsibilities and pressures on her shoulders immediately pulled off of her when she walked into the room. Inside these walls the woman could forget the world outside just for an hour.

Belle hated to admit that she had been visiting Jimin in secret for the past month now just after her work so it could be passed off as overtime. It was sneaky behavior and she despised stooping to such a level but she had to. Getting out of that house and being out of the boutique just for a while was exactly the time Belle needed to feel sane. Forgetting ones’ problems never solved them but she wanted the weight off. Jimin knew exactly how to do that.

Once the lavender angel slid the doors close leaving just the two of them.

All responsibilities were gone.

Just peace.

Eventually the fantasy hour had to finish. Belle ran her fingers through her hair as she stepped out of the establishment, rain pouring down violently in the dark night. One of the guards from the House gave her an umbrella and led her to the car where Yoongi jumped out of the car to open it for her. A silly move since now he was drenched.

“Sometimes chivalry can die, you know.” Belle chuckled a little watching the poor thing shiver as he started the car.

“Believe me, ma’am I thought the same thing as I walked out.” Yoongi couldn’t hold in a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. God, was this woman a fucking siren or something? “How was your session?”

She nodded before looking out the window at the blurry view outside. “It was nice.” The right corner of his lips twitched a little.

Yoongi hummed.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He shook his head, glad he had to fully focus on the road and shiver throughout the whole car ride.

Belle chuckled flicking the heater on and directing the vents towards him. “I just talk to them unless you’re thinking otherwise.”

“I’d look like an ass if I assumed something like that, madam.” He spoke before taking a deep breath as he felt the calming heat touch his skin.

“Please call me Belle, I sound like such an aunt when people call me madam.” She briefly held his arm creating more warmth for him.

Yoongi almost felt a little deprived when she pulled her hand away. “Belle…right.” He scoffed out a small breathy laugh.

The mustard adorned woman relaxed into the seat a little with a long sigh, her sweet smile disappearing a little. “I like talking to them…him, it’s just one person. It—it’s the only place I can really talk to someone without…feeling like something’s going to go wrong.” Her brows furrowed as she swallowed. “It might sound a little stupid.”

“No…” He jutted out his bottom lips as he shook his head. “No it’s not stupid at all.”

Belle trailed her gaze to face his expression, raven fringe hovered over his eyes but he seemed to see everything on the road with the way he was driving. “You think so?”

Yoongi shrugged. “In the world you live in…I can’t exactly antagonize you for talking to someone just to relax or feel sane at the very least.” He chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with getting help where you can.”

“Thank you, Yoongi.” She muttered.

“I should probably thank you for not letting Jungkook kill me that night.” He smirked.

“Well you did dress up like an idol reject.” Belle giggled.

“Point taken.”

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