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wrong time | jjk

⤷ part of the timing series

⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: parent au, exes to lovers, ceo au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: dilf!jungkook, tattooed!jungkook, swearing, mention of breakup, mention of jk being a fuckboy, broken hearts, nervousness, communication issues, mention of going through a dark period, oc wasn’t really nice, mention of sickness, mention of the hard side of parenthood, jk and oc are workalcoholics, the closure conversation, mention of sex, mention of death, mention of grief, mention of cheating, sexual tension, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, nipple play, pet names, penetrative sex, protected sex, rough sex, and creampie

⏤ words: 13,986

⏤ summary: meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?

⏤ author’s note: wrong time is finally all yours! i actually can’t believe it’s finally posted after almost a year of work! but it also makes me incredibly happy to release it. the past year has been a crazy year and this fic is a reflection of all that. most of the things mentioned in the fic are things that i experienced so this makes wrong time even more special to my heart 💞 i really want to thank my nikki @xpeachesncream for her support, i know i couldn’t have done it without her! 💞 enjoy the fic & let me know what you thought of it!💞

MASTERLIST

A bright smile spreads across Jungkook’s face as he stares down at his five years old daughter, Arya. In the past ten years, he has made quite a lot of mistakes but Arya will forever remain his best mistake.

“Have a wonderful day, my little queenie,” he says while kneeling down at his daughter’s level.

His smile grows wider when his eyes linger a little longer on the small human being that he adores with his entire soul. She looks extremely tiny in her navy blue dress and with her massive backpack. Arya doesn’t get to choose what she wears when she goes to school, she has her uniform. So outside school, her father lets her pick whatever she wants to dress.

“You too, dadda,” she says before throwing her minuscule body into Jungkook’s arms.

Having his daughter in his arms is what truly brings warmth and happiness to his broken soul. For this, he’d sell his soul to the devil, and for her, he’d fight every battle. Well, honestly speaking, he has been battling his own demons since the moment he found out he’d become a father. He never wanted her daughter to have an absent or mentally sick father. He wanted to be present for her from the beginning.

“Tonight mommy will pick you up, and you’ll stay with her for the week, okay?”

Jungkook is the CEO of Jeon Industries, the company he built from ashes seven years ago. Due to his extremely busy schedule, he only gets to spend the weekends with his daughter. Every monday morning, he drops her at school before passing by her mother’s house to drop her things off, and then, he goes to work.

“Yes, dadda, I know,” she says with a nod.

The only thing he deeply regrets is offering this family dynamic to his daughter. She always lives in between two houses, and only spends the weekdays with her mother and the weekends with her father. He wished to give her the same family he grew up in, but despite that, he knows that his little baby is very happy which is the most important for him.

“If anything happens, you ask mommy to call me, okay princess?”

The little girl nods once more before newly squeezing her father in her arms.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with mama,” she simply replies.

Eunji, Arya’s mother has become a great friend of Jungkook, and he knows that she’ll take good care of his tiny princess. But he’s always scared something might happen to her. A life without her is something he doesn’t want to imagine. A little over six years ago, he wouldn’t even be able to imagine himself becoming a father but today, it is the other way around. This little girl has brought so much light into his life. A light he never thought he’d find.

“Bye, dadda,” she says before pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

A small smile appears on his face while he turns around and stands up to look at his little girl walking to the school’s entrance. His eyes don’t leave her tiny figure until she reaches her school and disappears from his field of vision. At that moment, he feels a little twinge in his heart. He’ll deeply miss Arya for the next few days, but that’s the way it is.

The only way to spend every single day with her is to get into a relationship with her mother, but ever since he met her, he has never loved her. There’s only one woman he ever loved. It’s the one that got away. You. Even after those past ten years, he’s still not over you. And to be honest, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over you. The void you left inside his heart is tremendous and nobody, except you, will ever be able to fill it.

After a couple of minutes of standing in front of his daughter’s school, he walks to his car with his hands in his suit pants’ pockets. With his head down, he tries to wipe away the fact that he already misses his daughter and that he still misses you after all this time. Some years ago, he believed that by now he would have had his life together but he’s still as lost as he was after the breakup.

Things are for sure different because he has Arya and he’s used to living with this sadness. He has also become the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country. He has also stopped being a fuckboy, he tries to find someone that’ll want to spend the rest of their life with him but it’s not easy when he compares all the girls to his old lover. None of them actually stand a chance.

His phone rings, causing him to remove it from his pocket. The name of his assistant is appearing on the screen, and without thinking, he picks up the call. It’s always important when Davy calls him.

“Hey Davy,” he says as he answers the call.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon,” the man on the other side of the call says, “Mr. Kim is here and wants to speak with you urgently.”

A deep sight leaves his lips. Kim Taehyung is his best scientist. Without this man, Jeon Industries wouldn’t have grown as much as it has over the past three years. So if he wants to speak with him urgently, it must be extremely important.

“I’m on my way,” he simply answers.

Today, he was planning on taking the morning off to rest a bit. The past few months have been extremely crazy with the expansion of Jeon Industries but when you’re a CEO, you actually never get to rest. There’s always something.

The call directly ends and Jungkook doesn’t waste one more minute before rushing to his car to get to his company as soon as possible. A million ideas run through his mind as he drives to his office. There are a lot of possible urgent matters to discuss.

However, he doesn’t want to start imagining the worst-case scenario so he turns the music up. Music is his getaway, the way he found to escape how empty he feels every day, the way he found to cheer himself up to find the courage to hide from everyone how broken he truly is. Usually, being with Arya also helps him to feel better.

Work is also his escapism but lately, he’s been trying to live more and work less. He’s been also considering trying to find a new arrangement with Eunji in order to spend a day with Arya during the week. Or to even completely change the arrangement. Spending more time with his little girl is his top priority, he just needs to figure out things first. Plus, changing the arrangement would completely turn Arya’s life upside down, and he doesn’t want to do that before being sure that his busy schedule can be rearranged.

In less than twenty minutes, Jungkook reaches the massive building sheltering Jeon Industries. He parks his car in the company’s underground parking before quickly jumping out of the car and walking to the elevator. This first elevator only goes to the first floor which is the main entrance of his company. Then, he’ll have to walk a bit to reach the other elevator that will bring him to his office.

Once he reaches the first floor, he crosses it, his eyes scanning the people in the room. As usual, it is crowded with workers. While looking at every face, he recognizes a familiar one. A face he wished he had forgotten. A face that has been haunting him night and day for the past ten years. A face that made his heart beat faster. Well, in fact, his heart is actually going completely crazy right now.

Jungkook halts to take a proper look at that face he never thought he would ever see again. That face is yours, the lover he lost years ago. He rubs his eyes, wanting to make sure that he’s not dreaming. Tiredness can make him imagine things, especially when it comes to you. But after rubbing his eyes, you’re still there, talking to a person next to you and smiling.

Meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company.

His heart breaks a little because it is so unfortunate that he gets to see you here and now. Since he has to rush to his office to discuss whatever he has to with Taehyung, he won’t have the time to at least say hi to you. Something he would like to do. His eyes follow you as you disappear into the lobby with that person.

He wishes he was the reason behind your smile.

The past month has been an incredible one for you.

You joined Jeon Industries as a scientist which is more than an honor for you. This company is one of the biggest at the moment, and for sure, it’s a privilege to be working amongst the most talented scientists in the country. Being there for the past month has been rewarding.

But outside that, you’ve been feeling extremely proud of Jungkook. He has built this entire empire from ashes and he did it so well. The company is well known in South Korea and very slowly, it is getting known worldwide. People are fighting to get a job here, you’ve seen it when you were applying for your current job. This is bigger than what he ever dreamed of or at least, bigger than what he told you about.

You still remember how he used to talk about his project of creating his little company. He’d spent hours imagining how it would be to start a business, how it would be to find the first employee, how it’d be to do experiences, and also, how it would simply feel to run a firm. His head was full of dreams that he would constantly share with you. You assume that he must feel like he has achieved everything in life.

A little smile appears on your face as you remember the old times. It isn’t always all rainbows and sunshine but there wasn’t any doubt that you both loved each other. Falling in love with him was absolutely wonderful. You’d fall in love all over again just to experience that strong feeling again.

For sure, since Jungkook, you got other boyfriends and you even got engaged. However, falling for them was never as close as falling for Jungkook. It was even far from that but it doesn’t change that it was still beautiful. Love is an incredible life experience, something you’d fight for every single day of your life. You even got a tattoo of the word “love” in japanese on your shoulder.

Right now, you’re walking to a meeting room with your team. Kim Taehyung, the director of your department, wants to have a little meeting. Probably to discuss the new project or probably to discuss the last project’s results.

Soon enough, everyone enters the meeting room. To your surprise, Taehyung is already there, patiently waiting for the team to arrive. But what really surprises you is the person sitting next to Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. They are both talking, a little smile on the big boss’ face.

Instantly, your heart starts hammering in your chest, ready to burst at any moment. Although you hoped never to meet him here, you knew it was in vain. This is his fucking company. This is all his, including you. There was no way you’d never see him.

As you get closer to both men, you take in the man you once loved with all your soul. To say that he hasn’t changed would be a complete lie. He still looks the same but he’s a very different man. Slowly, his face turns to meet you. Unlike you, he doesn’t seem surprised to see you entering the meeting room.

When your eyes meet, you feel like it becomes obvious to everyone that your heart is about to explode while Jungkook’s expression becomes more serious. It is almost as if he’s becoming cold but you can’t really tell because in ten years a person can change a lot. So maybe he’s simply normal right now.

As you look at him, it feels like time has completely stopped. Your heart is beating way too strongly in your chest, your hands are getting sweaty, and you purse your lips. Right now, as you’re standing in front of Jungkook, you’re starting to regret working here. For sure, it’s very prestigious but the CEO is your damn ex. Having to face him will for sure be extremely hard.

“Hey everyone,” Taehyung says with a little smile appearing on his face.

With those words, your eyes move from Jungkook to Taehyung. Your thoughts are focused again on work, not the man who owns this company.

“Thanks, everyone for coming,” he pursues.

The director keeps on talking, explaining the last project you all worked on and its results. Your heart swells with pride when he explains the results and shows the good work of your team. As you deeply listen to your superior, you completely forget that Jungkook is even here. Work has always been your safe place. For sure, it shouldn’t be but it is what has helped you to get yourself together and to overcome your devastating breakup. A breakup that you caused.

Truth be told, you never wanted to end things with Jungkook but you needed it. This relationship brought so much crap to the surface, and you were in a very dark place. To be honest, you didn’t want to deal with your ex because everything was so overwhelming so you pushed him away. You never wanted to hurt him but in the end, that’s exactly what you did. Before even ending things, you were already pushing him away, you were always finding an excuse to not spend time with him. Back then, you discovered that you were good at finding excuses.

But you did wrong.

For sure, you could have talked with him. You could have communicated what was going on with him and even today, you know that he would have helped you. He would have remained by your side until you felt better. But you didn’t want that because you knew he deserved better. Well, that’s what you have been repeating yourself for the past years. But was it really the truth? Was he really better off without you?

Honestly, that’s something you’ll never know because you chose to walk away. You chose to be the one that got away. You didn’t choose to stay and fight your inner demons with him by your side. You chose to do it on your own, and eventually, you tried to replace the void he created in your heart with other guys. Only, it never worked because you were damaged, deeply damaged.

It only got better when you decided to work on yourself and make things work for yourself. For the past six years, you’ve been doing tremendous work on yourself. It’s never easy but you’ve found peace within yourself. Even if you’d like to credit yourself for that bravery, it was actually your ex-fiancé who opened your eyes.

Kangdae entered your life when everything was only chaos. You never thought it would work between you two but through that chaos, he was the light at the end of the tunnel. He showed you how broken you were and that you could get some help, that there wouldn’t be any shame to do so. He held your hand when you were completely shattered. Not once did he give up on you. Not once did he accept that you would break up with him.

Eventually, with time, you started healing with Kang by your side. After three years of relationship, he proposed to you but it was obvious that you had some more healing to do. Neither of you wanted to rush the marriage. So you took your time.

However, you never got married to him.

As you started healing fully, things slowly fell apart. The love between you and Kang didn’t die but it changed into something different. It wasn’t romantic love anymore, it was more a friendship love. So you both agreed to cancel the wedding but Kang stayed in your life. He’s your friend now.

He’s also the reason why you’re sitting in this meeting room at Jeon Industries. Even though you really wanted to apply, you were very insecure because you knew the chances to meet Jungkook were high. Kang encouraged you to still take the risk since it will be such an asset for you and your career to work at your ex’s company.

For a brief moment, your eyes move from Taehyung to Jungkook. It feels unreal to be standing in front of him so many years later. Never have you thought you’d see him again because of the way you broke his heart. Nobody deserves to be hurt that way. Your heart aches as your eyes quickly gaze at your ex, the overwhelming pain causes you to look away.

The entire meeting goes well, both Taehyung and Jungkook are extremely proud of your team’s achievement. You’re also extremely proud of your hard work, it has definitely paid off. Nothing makes you happier than your superior and the big boss complimenting your effort.

Once the meeting is over, everybody stands up and gets ready to leave the room.

“Miss y/l/n, would you please stay?” The deep voice of Jungkook resonates in the small room.

You turn around to look at the man who just spoke. Your hands start shaking, your heart suddenly beats fast. You simply nod while your eyes scan the room, watching all your coworkers leave the room. Taehyung closes the door after looking at the two of you. He wonders what the CEO would want to discuss with you. To his knowledge, Jungkook wasn’t aware of your existence until an hour ago.

For a solid minute, none of you says a thing. You avoid looking at him while he takes the time to admire the woman you have become. There’s absolutely no doubt that you have changed. You’re a lot more frail than you were back then, and to be honest, Jungkook prefers the way you looked before. But he’s aware that things have changed and a lot of time passed.

“Mr. Jeon…” you start saying but he cuts you off.

“Jungkook, please,” he says.

There’s no way he’s letting you call him Mr. Jeon.

“Jungkook,” you correct yourself, “how can I help you?”

His eyes move to the massive screen hanging on the wall to his right. Now, yours are looking at him. Jungkook has changed considerably. The black tight suit he’s wearing is very different from the blue jeans and sweater he used to wear. Under that black suit jacket, he’s wearing a grey shirt. By the looks of it, he also seems to be a lot more muscular. His strong arm lifts up to run his fingers through his hair.

That is a clear sign that he’s nervous, an old habit he didn’t lose. A deep sigh leaves his lips, and you can’t help but smile. Even though he looks different, some of his old habits haven’t changed.

“Since we weren’t alone during this meeting, I just wanted to take the time to say ‘hi’ to you in person,” he nervously says.

Your heart gets warmer as you hear his words. This comes as a total surprise to you. You were expecting Jungkook to ignore you and even to treat you like shit but right now, he’s being extremely nice.

“Thanks Jungkook,” you say, “hi to you as well,” a little smile appears on your face.

Although Jungkook was kind of a fuckboy when you met him long ago, he had the biggest heart you’d ever met. The simple fact that he wanted to say hi to you shows that his heart is still as big or maybe even bigger.

“It’s weird to have you as one of my employees but I promise that I’ll try not to make things awkward,” he adds.

“I’ll try as well,” you reply.

The man in front of you finally looks at you. A smile appears on his face.

“Thanks,” he says.

You simply nod, a weird smile displaying on your face. Even though you don’t feel awkward, it still feels weird to be in this meeting room alone with your ex. The one whose heart you broke.

“I have to go,” he adds, “it was a pleasure to see you.”

The CEO of the company leaves the meeting room in silence. You take a moment to get yourself together before doing the same. Today was definitely an emotionally intense day but hopefully, things will only get easier from now on.

But you couldn’t be more wrong.

“So you’ve seen Jk?” your best friend Lux says.

Lux has been your best friend since you were 18. She actually appeared in your life at the same time as Jungkook, she was in the front row when you were flirting and when you started dating a couple of months later. She’s been a very important person in your life, she’s been there through the very dark periods. Without her support, you’re not sure you would have made it.

“It’s Jungkook,” you correct her.

Jk is too personal, there’s no way that you’ll call him that way. Plus, he’s your boss now so it’s preferable to keep things professional.

“And yes, I’ve seen him and I even spoke with him,” you add.

She definitely looks surprised because she never thought you’d speak again. Lux remained in contact with Jungkook following the breakup, they were friends as well and she knows how broken he has been since then. She thought that he wouldn’t speak to you at all after what happened.

“We had a meeting about the project I worked on,” you simply say.

For a moment, you consider not telling her that he said ‘hi’ but it’s not a good idea to lie or keep secrets to your best friend. Eventually, she’ll find out about it so it’s preferable to tell her everything right now.

“And afterward, he asked me to stay to simply say ‘hi’,” you continue.

She actually cannot believe what she’s hearing.

“Jk said hi to you?” she surprisingly asks.

“Yeah, I can’t believe it as well but that’s exactly what happened,” you reply.

The two of you keep talking about that for a little while but the conversation quickly changes to something different. Honestly, you don’t really want to talk about the past and the biggest mistake you probably did. Lux got it without you having to say it, and you’re thankful she understands it. Also talking again about Jungkook would be torture for her as well. After the breakup, she was the one being there for you, she was the one picking up every single shattered piece of your heart and trying to mend it with her love.

You had the toughest conversations with her, she was the one putting you in front of what you did and she never spared you. As she was still in contact with Jungkook she knew how he was but she never said anything to you. There was no point in telling you how devastated he was. She just made sure you understood how big of a mess you made.

But even if you broke Jungkook’s heart, you knew ⏤ and still know ⏤ that it was the best decision to end things. You did what you thought was the best for you back then. People can call you selfish but in the end, it was better that way. God only knows what you could have done if you stayed. Probably you would have broken Jungkook’s heart even more by staying.

However, karma is a bitch. Eventually, Jungkook later broke your heart as well. The day that it happened was the day when Lux told you that he was going to become a father. That day, you wanted to reach him and try to save things. Imagining him becoming the father of that child that wasn’t yours was devastating. It brought you back to all the moments when you discussed having children, what would be the name of your first girl or first boy, what they would possibly look like physically, or even their personalities.

Then, the second heartbreak was the day his daughter was born. Her name was Arya, the name you had chosen together for your daughter. That moment, you deeply regretted every single decision you took from the moment Jungkook came into your life.

Although Lux saw how broken you were when you found out about Arya, she found it absolutely beautiful that he chose that name for his baby girl. She was the living proof that he was still in love with you, that you were still on his mind. She believed that he was completely crazy to give that little girl the name he chose with his ex. Luckily, he wasn’t dating the mother otherwise she would have all the reasons to leave him.

Lux slips a sheet of paper on the table. While taking it, you frown with confusion. It seems a bit sneaky but for sure, if she’s doing it, it’s something important. You read what’s written on the paper. There’s an address but you don’t know where it is or what could be there.

“What is this?” you question her.

“It’s Jk’s address,” she responds.

Although she hasn’t remained super friends with your ex, she has been at his place, and he has been part of her life. You’re aware of it, she never hid anything from you because there’s no point. She’s been in between even though she stayed more your friend than his. She’s deeply sorry about how things ended because things were great when you were together.

“He already took the first step and talked to you,” she starts explaining. “Now, it’s your turn to gather your courage and have the conversation you were supposed to have years ago.”

Well, after your breakup, you avoided at all costs talking to him when he was begging to have a conversation. The famous closure conversation. But you denied him that right for the past ten years which wasn’t cool of you. He didn’t deserve that, you were a real bitch but you were hurt. Hurt people hurt others. You were convinced things would be a hundred times better if you wouldn’t speak and see each other.

“Tell him everything, explain yourself so both of you can move on and have a great professional relationship,” she adds.

Slowly your hands start shaking as you read the address in the paper you’re holding. The thought of having a real and deep conversation with him scares you but Lux is right. More than anything else, Jungkook deserves it. He deserves to know the full truth, to know what led you to hurt him the way you did.

Of course, you contemplated so many times talking to him but you never found the courage within yourself to do it. But maybe now is the time.

“I’ll think about it,” you tell her.

For sure, you need some time to think about everything. You can’t knock at his door tomorrow and start venting about the reasons you broke up ten years ago. It’s not fair for him nor to yourself. You need to think and consider how to formulate every thought that has been on your mind for the past years.

You fold the paper to put it in your bag. There’s no doubt that for the next couple of days and probably even weeks, you’ll keep staring at it thinking about the right thing to do.

“How’s your little man doing?” you ask your best friend to completely change the topic of conversation.

Lux became the mother of John four months ago. She’s half-korean and half-english, and a couple of years ago, while on holiday in England, she met Henry. They started a long-distance relationship, and she considered moving to England because she was madly in love with him, but in the end, he decided to move to South Korea. They moved in together, and shortly after, she got pregnant. They decided to keep the baby and to make you the godmother. Little John has been a blessing in your life.

“I think he’s getting sick, he’s a little bit warmer today but Henry is staying with him right now so if anything happens, he’ll call me,” she says.

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” you ask with surprise. “Go home, right now, Lux, or I kick you in the ass!” you almost yell.

How can that woman be here talking with you when she believes her little boy is sick.

“It’s okay,” she says, “Henry has everything under control, he’s also his father, and I could use some time out of home with you.”

You frown, wondering if your best friend is doing well. Becoming a parent is something huge, but Lux has been handling things great so far, even though she never hid that it’s hard.

“I’m okay,” she adds when she notices your expression, “but I just want to breathe a bit.”

You nod, partially understanding what she means. You don’t have a kid so you can’t exactly understand what she’s feeling however you can imagine how it feels. You’ve seen how she’s been doing since your little godson arrived. She’s been extremely tired although very happy. It’s obviously very hard for her and most of the time, you don’t know how to help her.

Of course, you sometimes take care of John so she can rest a bit more or spend some time with Henry. Sometimes, you surprisingly appear at her place to help her out with whatever she needs. You can’t do much but you try to be there. That’s pretty much all you can do.

“If you need me to help you out with John…”

Her phone starts ringing, cutting you off. That’s Henry. But he doesn’t come with great news. He had taken John to the hospital because his condition was getting worse.

Lux immediately stands up, waves you goodbye, and rushes to her car to join her men. Since you were on a terrace, you paid for both your orders before leaving the place.

It was good to talk to her today, especially after seeing Jungkook at work some days ago. It has been on your mind since you’ve seen him. It was weird to see him and even have a little chat with him. But now, you’re even more sure that it wouldn’t be a one-time thing. You’ll for sure speak with him once more which is probably going to cause more sleepless nights because all you can think about is Jungkook. Hopefully, once you’ll talk, you’ll be able to sleep better and move on from all this.

Once again, you couldn’t be more wrong.

Jungkook has spent the last month not sleeping properly. His ex ⏤ you ⏤ has been haunting him even more than usual so he’s been a total mess. His brain is on fire, he can’t even think correctly. Arya has been his escape because work couldn’t be anymore. He’s been working more from home, avoiding coming to the office as much as possible. Exceptionally, Eunji has agreed to let her daughter spend more time with Jungkook.

Today is no exception, he worked from home. He just arrived home with Arya, he picked her up. Eunji enjoyed the fact that Jungkook has been more with her daughter to take some holidays. So now and for the next week, Arya will spend all her time with her daddy. She couldn’t be happier.

Arya and her father are currently eating pancakes that they prepared together. All this time with his daughter has been filling his heart. In a way, seeing you again has brought something so special to him. A lot of time with his baby. However, he’s totally aware that one day, he’ll have to physically go back to work. But only when he’ll sleep a bit more.

His eyes never cease to watch his little girl. He’s very lucky to have her, she brings so much happiness into his life. For sure, he would trade anything for moments like these.

“Daddy,” Arya starts saying. “My friends have a mommy and a daddy in the same house. Why you and mommy are not in the same house?”

He has a twinge in his heart. This is such a heartbreaking question but he knew that one day, this question would come. Probably, throughout the years, his daughter will raise questions about the fact that he’s not dating or even married to Eunji. But what concerns him, even more, is when he’ll start his life with someone else. One day, he’ll date someone. A person important enough that he’ll introduce to his daughter. There’s even a possibility that he’ll have children with that person. What would happen then with Arya? Would she be jealous of her siblings because they would have both their parents in a relationship while her parents don’t love each other in a romantic way?

“You know, baby,” he starts saying while thinking about the right words to use. “Usually when a mommy and a daddy live in the same house, it’s because they are in love like they are a girlfriend and a boyfriend but your mommy and I are not in love that way. I like your mommy but not in the way to be her boyfriend.”

The only person he has ever loved that way is you, but he totally lost you when you ran away like a thief. Eunji is somebody that he deeply cherishes but he’ll never be in love with her.

“Oh, it makes sense,” she says with a smile on her face. “But you not want mommy to be your girlfriend?”

Now, he’s the one having a little smile on his face. She’s definitely trying to understand the situation at a very young age, but that doesn’t mean she wants her parents to be like every other parent. Jungkook’s mom has already told him a million times that he doesn’t have to be worried about all this. The normal for Arya is having her parents in 2 different houses and not being in a relationship. For the moment, she’s just very young but she feels safe in this situation because he always made sure with Eunji that everything works well and that she feels loved all the time.

“No, baby,” he answers.

She nods, and he knows that she understands everything. It’s such a relief that she was just asking to understand.

“When mommy is back?” She asks.

“Next week and until there, you’ll always be with me,” he replies.

“Mommy will call us?” She questions.

Eunji has been calling every day to see her little girl. Even though she’s enjoying her holidays with her boyfriend ⏤ a boyfriend Arya isn’t aware of ⏤, she misses her baby every second of the day. She’s her mother, she carried her for nine months before bringing her to the world.

“Of course, she will,” he answers, “and if we don’t get a call before you go to bed, we’ll call her, okay?”

She nods before eating a bit of her Minnie Mouse-shaped pancake. She loves shaped pancakes and Jungkook always does them in the way she wants. If she wants regular pancakes, that’s definitely a sign to get worried.

The two of them keep eating pancakes while discussing all the interesting things Arya did at school today. She always speaks with such enthusiasm about what she did, she adores going to school and learning new things. Both Jungkook and Eunji believe she’s precocious. She’s extremely smart for her age but they try to not force her into anything. She does whatever she wants and they support her no matter what she decides. The most important thing is her happiness.

Once they are done eating, she goes to her little room to play with her little toys. Jungkook goes back to the desk that was set up in one of the empty rooms of his massive mansion. He turns on his computer and quickly checks the last unread emails he received. There are quite a few but that’s totally normal.

After a couple of minutes, his bodyguard knocks at the door.

“There’s a certain y/n at the door,” he says.

Jungkook’s heart stops and his entire body freezes. What on earth are you doing here? And how did you find out where he lives? This is honestly something he didn’t expect to arrive. He’s been avoiding being at work to not see you in person, however, he’s been checking every email you sent and he’s been also following very closely your progress at work. His mind has been even more flooded than usual by you.

“Thanks, Jin,” he adds before standing up.

The CEO of Jeon Industries rearranges his shirt and takes a quick glance at the mirror. He swapped his usual costume for a white t-shirt and jeans. When he’s at home, he just likes to feel comfortable like anyone else. There’s no need to put expensive clothes on to simply stay at home.

As he nervously walks to the entrance door, he thinks about all the possible reasons that would explain your presence here. Nothing really comes up to his mind which makes him even more nervous. Once in front of the door, he takes a deep breath and opens it.

You’re right there, standing in front of the door. Since he has seen you again, Jungkook has noticed that you now wear makeup. It wasn’t the case before, you used to prefer the natural look and he was kind of a fan of it. He used to find you astonishingly courageous for not using any makeup when most people wouldn’t dare go out without at least foundation on their face.

But as he’s watching you, he realizes once more how the two of you have changed since the last time you saw each other. A lot of time has passed since you both broke up. It even felt that it was a lifetime ago that he was part of your history.

“Hi, y/n,” he says with a little smile appearing on his face.

“Hello Jungkook,” you say.

None of you says anything which creates a little awkward tension.

“Sorry for coming out of nowhere, I just wanted to talk with you if it’s possible,” you explain.

Jungkook simply nods before opening the door wider to let you in. After a second of hesitation, you enter the massive mansion that he owes. This man has for sure achieved all of his dreams, there are absolutely no doubts about it. The two of you walk to his cozy living room, it looks smaller than what you imagined but it’s still pretty huge for a living room.

“Do you want to drink or eat something?” he asks.

“No, thanks,” you simply answer.

Well, you only came here to finally have that deep conversation with him. It took you one long month to decide to come but you’re finally here. You only want to go straight to the point. As you look around, you notice a lot of pictures of him with a little girl. That must be Arya, you think. Damn, you had forgotten about her. What if she’s here? For sure, you don’t want her to hear your conversation. You ignore totally how it will go. Maybe you’ll start yelling or crying. You don’t want her to find her father in such a state.

“Is your daughter here?” you question.

Your ex only nods.

“Maybe, I shouldn’t have come,” you respond. “Your time with your daughter is precious.”

Jungkook couldn’t agree more but having a conversation with you is probably something he’ll only get once in his life. His daughter, he’ll get to see her right after and then for the rest of his life. Right now, speaking with you seems more important than anything else. He’s been waiting for so long to have a conversation with you and tell you what he’s been feeling.

“I was working,” he immediately tells you, “she’s playing in her little room.”

A little smile appears on your face as you imagine the little girl in the pictures playing. She definitely looks adorable based on what you can see in the living room, and she must look even more adorable in person. You never got to see pictures of her since Lux told you that Jungkook became a father because you didn’t want to see the baby of your ex.

“We can speak,” he adds.

Well, if he says that you can speak, then you have no other choice than to do it. You nod and he invites you to take a seat on the couch. As you sit down, you feel your body slowly trembling. To say that you’re nervous is an understatement. You’re going to have a conversation with your ex, a conversation you were supposed to have ten years ago.

But what scares you the most is that this discussion will bring up all the things that broke you years ago. It’s true that throughout that time, you got to see a therapist and work through everything but it’s still different. You’re going to tell your ex why you left him.

“How did you find out where I was living?”

“Lux gave me your address,” you tell him, “she’s the one who pushed me to come talk to you.”

In the end, she was right. Jungkook took the first step and talked to you in the meeting room so now it’s your turn to make the second step. The past month, you’ve been thinking about it a lot and he deserves to know everything, even if it’s ten years later.

“So we’re lucky to have her in our lives,” he simply responds.

For sure, you’re more than lucky to have her. She’s your rock. However, you totally ignore what she represents to him because she doesn’t really talk about the relationship she has with him. Something that you have been really thankful for.

“Indeed,” you say while nodding.

Your eyes quickly scan the man sitting in front of you. A part of his tattooed sleeve is noticeable as he’s wearing a white t-shirt. This is something completely new to you. Back when you were dating, Jungkook only had one tattoo, his first. The part of his tattooed arm that you can see looks actually very good, it definitely suits him very well. But what really captivates all your attention is how broader he has become. You can perfectly see his toned figure. There’s no doubt that he has been working out a lot for the past years.

“I first wanted to apologize for everything, including how I treated you before we broke up and following the breakup,” you start saying.

Jungkook nods with a very serious look on his face. “I appreciate it,” he says. He bites his lower lip, holding back what he really wants to say but then, he remembers that there’s absolutely no point in holding back what he’s been dreaming to tell you since the breakup. “But a simple apology ten years later can’t brush away all the pain you put me through.”

At his words, your heart breaks even more. It’s one thing to imagine and believe that you deeply hurt him but it’s totally another thing to hear him say it. But you deserve to hear that. Before you weren’t strong enough to hear it but now you are. Well, it’s definitely going to hurt but you’ll be able to handle it better.

“I know but you still deserve an apology for everything I did to you,” you answer. “You didn’t deserve any of this and I’m sincerely and deeply sorry.”

This is something you truly mean. You’re perfectly aware that you did things completely wrong so before anything else, he deserves to hear that you’re sorry.

Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair while closing for a brief moment his eyes. He never thought that he’d hear those words one day and he definitely never thought he’d need to hear them. His life moved on even though he didn’t get to have your apology. Right now, it feels like he’s being violently pushed back in the past but he definitely needs this moment. He needs to understand what happened ten years ago.

Even though he loves Lux with his entire soul, he refused to put her in an awkward position and never asked her anything. Of course, he’s aware that she knows everything but it wouldn’t have been nice of him to ask her anything about you. The person who needed to explain what happened was you. Nobody else but you.

“You broke me, yn,” he says with a shaky voice. “You broke me in a way nobody else did before and in a way nobody else ever did after you.”

Although you broke him, he still feels safe near you to tell you the full truth. You’re the only person that has ever made him feel that way and he knows he’ll never find this with anyone else.

Your eyes roam at his face, he’s definitely devastated. He can’t fool anyone, it’s written in his eyes. That definitely destroys you even more. This conversation will for sure leave his print in you. There’s no way that after this your life will be the same.

“My daughter is living proof of how much you destroyed me,” his eyes stare deep into yours. “I wanted to forget my own pain and the only way I could was to fuck any girl who would want it. I don’t even remember the day Arya was made because I was completely blinded by my heartache.”

The fact that he can’t remember the day his daughter was conceived made him cry a lot of times. In those moments, he deeply hates you because if you had never broken him that way, he would remember. But then he rationalizes. Without the breakup and the pain, his daughter wouldn’t even exist.

“Even today the ache is still unbearable but I got used to it,” he finishes.

Well, it’s the same for you. There’s been so much pain in your life for more than ten years but with time, you got used to it. There were also people that eased it in some way but it has never left you.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” you say once again, “but I was in so much pain back then, and I thought it was best to push you away.”

Jungkook’s heart breaks a little because he knows a bit about what happened. Well, he actually knows the thing that tormented you but he also doesn’t have the full picture.

“My sister‘s death devastated me,” you start saying.

At your words, his heart breaks a little more. Jungkook had the opportunity to meet your sister, he got to be around her and create memories with her. She was a beautiful person, she was funny, full of life and always smiling. Tragically, she lost her life in a terrible car accident with her boyfriend. He still remembers when you got the news, he was the one holding you when you fell on the floor, when your world fell apart. After that moment, you never were the same. To say that it broke you is more than an understatement. A part of you stopped shining as before following the passing of your sister.

“My heart was violently ripped from my chest,” tears start forming in your eyes. “I didn’t know who I was without her, I didn’t know how to keep living without her. Going home without her being there anymore was heartbreaking, I’d fall apart every single time.”

Remembering that very dark period is hard for the two of you. Mourning your sister has been a very long process, it took you years before you were able to speak about her without falling apart. Exceptionally, being with Jungkook makes you vulnerable and it’s making it hard to remember that time of your life.

“Although you were there, I wanted to do my grieving on my own because it was mine,” you tell him. “It was overwhelming but it was my pain, not yours so I was the one who needed to learn to live with it because nobody could do that for me.”

Even if you loved him with your entire soul and knew he’d always be by your side, this was something you needed to do by yourself. Having Jungkook by your side was just distracting you, it was making you forget the pain but you weren’t allowing yourself to feel which was what you needed.

“So I started pushing you back because with you around me, I would just think about you and how you were feeling, I wasn’t focusing on myself.”

Despite the fact that it hurts him that you pushed him away a few months after the tragic death of your sister, today he gets why you did it. He wanted to be there and help you when you needed it the most but he’s understanding that it was your grief and you needed to figure out on your own how to deal with it.

“Around that time, I don’t know if you recall but I kissed a guy at a party,” you tell him.

Jungkook nods. That kiss was what really crushed your relationship. Things weren’t the same after you confessed you had kissed a guy. It was a guy you had a crush on before you met Jungkook, you deeply wanted to date him but things never happened because he was in a relationship with a girl. Back when it happened, he was having a hard time with his ex. You were such at a low point in your life, you were completely drunk and he was there, being nice to you.

Instantly, you regretted what you did. Jungkook was a sweetheart with you, always there by your side even when you were pushing him away. He loved you with his entire heart and you were destroying everything. But most importantly, you were hurting the person you loved the most.

“I felt even worse after cheating on you,” you add.

Your ex doesn’t say anything, he’d like to say over again that he never considered that kiss as cheating. He still doesn’t because cheating to him goes further than a kiss. Cheating is seeing someone, talking to that person regularly, flirting with them, and having sex with them. For him, a simple kiss isn’t cheating. But that wasn’t your opinion. You saw that as cheating.

“I started hating myself for what I did to you, I wasn’t able to look at myself in the mirror and I wasn’t able to be with you, pretending like nothing happened,” a tear starts running down your face. “That little voice in my head was telling me over and over again that I wasn’t worthy of your love, that I actually never was.”

Things start to make a little more sense to Jungkook. You were at a very low point in your life, you were making a mess and you were not feeling lovable anymore.

“I had forgiven you for the kiss, I told you over again that to me, it wasn’t cheating what you did,” he explains again with a visible ache in his eyes. “It was a simple kiss and I don’t consider that as cheating.”

You look away, tears running down your face. Life was tough back then and you’re ashamed of everything you did back then. Pushing Jungkook away was for sure the best decision you took back then. There’s no doubt you would have hurt him way more and he wouldn’t deserve it.

“I never deserved your love, Jungkook,” you confess. “I knew you’d forgive me and I was not deserving of that forgiveness at that time. I was hurting you over and over again and you didn’t deserve that, you were worthy of all the love in the world which I wasn’t able to give you back then.”

For sure, he understands your reasons but man, he would have preferred you told him all this ten years ago. Probably, it wouldn’t have avoided the breakup but maybe, things would have been completely different.

“I was so disgusted by myself,” you add.

Jungkook gets closer to you, his hand grabs your chin before slowly and carefully turning your face to look at him. Hearing how hard you were on yourself saddens him more than you can imagine. There’s no need in being disgusted by yourself. What you did was wrong, he did feel disrespected but he thinks that you’re being a bit too harsh on yourself.

“At some point, I even felt like I did that to be a ‘good’ girl for my parents,” your eyes look deep into his.

It was no secret that your parents weren’t supporters of your relationship. They were nice to him but they never believed he was the right one for you and they also didn’t like him that much. They were always saying that he wasn’t treating you right when at the very end, you were the one not treating him right. But they accepted him because you were staying with him and defending him whenever they would say something negative about him. Clearly after 2 years of relationship, they didn’t have much choice than accept it. However, after your sister’s passing, they started being less hard on him because he was there for all of you.

“Your parents never liked me,” a little smile appears on his face. “But it was understandable, I was kind of a fuckboy before meeting you and I was still looking like one during our relationship.”

That is true but it wasn’t right the way they treated him. You weren’t asking them to actually like him but to accept him and respect him. Being with him was your choice and they had to respect that. If he wasn’t the right person for you, it’d be up to you to understand it, not them.

“That was not an excuse though,” you answer.

The man in front of you nods, his thumb caressing your chin. It’s definitely strange for the two of you to feel his fingers touching your skin. It seems like it was a lifetime ago since you last touched each other.

“This is what…”

Before you can finish your sentence, Jungkook’s eyes look to the right when you both hear little footsteps. As he looks to the right, you turn your face in the same direction. A little girl, wearing a large yellow t-shirt with matching shorts, is staring at the two of you with visible confusion. She’s holding in her little hands a drawing. Her father immediately stands up to reach her.

“Daddy, who is her?” she asks her father.

Jungkook gets down on his knees to be at her level. His hands gently caress her little shoulders in a way to try to comfort her.

“She’s an old friend of mine,” he starts saying to Arya. “We were friends a very long time ago and she visited me today.”

She nods, her little eyes looking at you. You give her a little smile. She’s absolutely adorable. There’s absolutely no doubt she’s Jungkook’s daughter but she isn’t a mini copy of him. She’s still a lot different than him, at least that’s what you think.

“Would you go say ‘hello’ to her?” he tells his daughter.

Once more, she nods before slowly walking to you. Seeing this little girl reminds you of how deeply you want a child of your own. However, it feels like it’s not going to happen any time soon. You still need to find a man who you’ll fall in love with and whom you'd like to start a family with. But at this pace, you won't have children until you're 40.

“Hello, I am Arya,” she says with a little smile. “My daddy is Jangkoo.”

The way she pronounces her father’s name makes you smile and makes your heart melt. She’s so cute, that’s something she definitely inherited from her father. Your ex smiles as well when he hears his little girl speaking.

“Hey, Arya,” you say with a big smile. “It’s a pleasure meeting you. My name is Yn.”

Jungkook watches the two of you interact together. That’s for sure something he never thought he’d witness in his life. Technically, if his daughter wouldn’t have come up to the living room, the chance of meeting her would be actually very low.

“Is that a drawing you’re holding in your hands?” You ask her.

She nods before showing you with pride her drawing.

“This is dadda,” she tells you while showing you an apparent man.

“It definitely looks a lot like him, you’re very talented Arya,” you tell her.

She instantly smiles brightly at you, she spent a lot of time drawing her father so she’s super proud to hear that. Of course, outside the colors of his outfit and the ‘dadda’ written on top of his head, it’s hard to tell that it’s him but the most important is her intention.

“Dadda is at home with me and we are eating pancakes,” she explains while showing her representation of eating pancakes with her father.

This definitely melts your heart. Now, you’re a hundred percent sure that Jungkook is the best father to this little girl. She won the lottery with him, and she definitely knows it, you can tell it. She speaks with so much pride about her father, he’s her superhero.

While speaking with his little girl, you totally forget the rest. It’s like there’s just you and her. Even Jungkook disappeared although you were here in the first place to talk to him. But this girl is absolutely adorable and she doesn’t seem shy at all.

Jungkook watches with marvell the two of you interacting together. He has never seen Arya behaving this way around anybody else. That convinces him even more that you’re the one. It can’t be anybody else but you. There’s for sure a lot more that needs to be discussed between the two of you but as he’s watching you with his daughter, he can’t keep but wondering if ten years ago, he fell in love with you at the wrong time. Would today be the right time to try again?

For the past week, you and Jungkook have been occasionally talking by messages. After meeting his daughter, you exchanged numbers before leaving his place. It was weird but you’ve been happier than ever talking with him. Of course, it has been making you nervous and anxious because it has brought back a lot of the pain you felt around the time you broke up.

But you’ve been trying to just go with the flow. This is hard for the two of you, you’re very aware of it. Everything is different but at the same time, still the same.

Outside the talking through messages, you haven’t spoken to or seen him which you believe has been helpful. Being around him would have made you even more nervous. For sure, there’s more to talk about since you were interrupted by his daughter but you need more time to prepare yourself for the rest of the conversation.

Today is saturday. You’re chilling at home, watching ‘The Cown’ on Netflix. Although you adore going out with friends, you also enjoy staying at home to rest, especially after a tough week at work like this past week was. You’re drinking a cappuccino that you prepared a couple of minutes ago.

The doorbell rings which surprises you a lot. You’re definitely not expecting anyone today. The plan is to absolutely avoid seeing people but to enjoy your own company. It's a self-care day. You put your cappuccino on the coffee table before standing up to open the door.

To your surprise, as you open the door, Jungkook appears before your eyes. Your eyes open wide as you see him, to say that it’s a surprise is an understatement. He was the last person you’d expect to see here because he doesn’t know where you live. Well, at least, that’s what you thought.

“Hi,” you finally say.

A little smile appears on his face when he sees you. He’s happy to see you, he’s been avoiding you at all costs because he was more than scared to finish the conversation you started at his place.

“Hi, Yn,” he says to you.

Hearing his voice instantly appeases you. That’s the superpower of Jungkook. Well, that’s one amongst others. That deep voice of his always had a comforting effect on you, but a hug in his strong arms would always be even more comforting. All your worries would disappear instantly and it would warm your heart in a way that you can’t even describe.

“Come on in,” you answer as you invite him inside.

The best is that no one that works with you sees your boss in front of your place. That would cause a lot of unnecessary drama at work. Something that you want to avoid. It’s already not easy to have your ex as your boss. Jungkook enters your little apartment, his eyes looking around him.

“How did you get my address?”

This question brings you back to when you appear at his place.

“You’re my employee, it’s easy to find all your personal data,” he simply answers.

Well, in fact, in 2 clicks, he found your address. That’s the perk of being the CEO of the company and having you as his employee.

“Right,” you say with a little smile. “Take a seat on the couch,” you invite him to sit down. “Would you like to drink or eat something?” you propose.

“No, thanks,” he replies.

Jungkook sits down on your couch, and you take a place next to him but you both face each other. As you quickly look at him, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes are glomming. He’s different, something has definitely changed.

“Listen,” Jungkook doesn’t waste a minute. “Talking to you last week was very good and helpful.”

You nod, your heart beating a little faster in your chest and your hands getting sweatier. The nervousness is increasing like crazy, your place is getting hotter but you need to listen to what he has to say.

“Talking to you got me to understand how you were feeling and I’m very thankful for that,” he adds.

You can sense that there is a ‘but’ coming. He wouldn’t come to just thank you for everything you said a week ago. There are 10 years of pain inside his heart and that can’t be erased with a simple ‘thank you’.

“But that was a conversation we were supposed to have years ago, not now.”

He’s totally right, this is something you should have talked about right after the breakup. This almost feels like it’s too late. Back then, you were in no state to have this conversation. It wouldn’t have been constructive, it would have only been you accusing him of small things that he did throughout your relationship. That wouldn’t have helped any of you and Jungkook would have ended up hating you more. More pain wasn’t necessary.

“I was convinced you were the one, even during the past ten years, I was still convinced about it,” he adds. “Nobody could ever make me feel half of the way you made me feel. I spent the last years looking for you in every girl I could find. I’d sleep and date a lot of girls but it’d be heartbreaking when I realized what I was doing with those girls.”

It breaks your heart even more. You were never worthy of his love, and maybe, you’ll never be. However, you still love him. You never stopped loving him and you never will because he is the love of your life. There’s no doubt about it. You’re ready to wait all the time that he needs. Even if you have to wait ten years.

“I also believe that you’re the love of my life,” you shyly reply.

Jungkook’s heart starts racing crazily in his chest. This isn’t something he was expecting to hear but he would be lying if he said that he isn’t happy to hear those words. For the past years, he was convinced that you simply stopped loving him although he was still thinking that you were the one. Call him crazy but it was a gut feeling. You can’t really ignore that kind of feeling.

The man next to you gets closer, both your hearts beating extremely fast. Something is building in the air, you both can feel it. It’s the little tension that you were so used to feeling when you were together but that has gone missing for the past ten years. So it is extremely weird and none of you knows what to do.

As a consequence, you bite your lower lip while he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to avoid looking down at your low-necked shirt. He knows that if he does look, it’ll be the end of him. But for sure, when the two of you are alone in a closed-door room, the chances that you don’t end up having sex are very low. It happened all the time during your relationship and also the day after the breakup.

However, as much as he tried looking away, your natural scent is something that has always brought him to his knees. He always adored the way you smell and it hasn’t changed since the last time he saw you. His eyes glare down at your chest, noticing instantly that you’re not using any bra. Your breast is almost fully displayed before his clearly hungry eyes. Your ex takes a deep breath.

While your eyes glance at his face, you notice the way his stare looks down on your body. It instantly excites you, and you can sense your panties getting wetter. No man has been able to cause an instant reaction like this, only Jungkook can. Your body always reacts to whatever he does. Without noticing it, both of you lick and bite your lips. The tension is making the two of you very very hungry, there’s absolutely no way you’ll resist any of this.

His fingers finally touch the skin of your chest, causing you to sigh with pleasure. They slowly but surely start tracing their way to your left breast, your eyes closing at the burning sensation of his fingers caressing your skin. Slowly, he pushes your low-cut shirt to the left, exposing your breast to his greedy eyes. Without any hesitation, he brings his mouth to your nipple to vigorously suck it. A whine instantly leaves your lips because damn, that feels beyond good.

As he sucks your nipple, he also nibbles it, causing you to moan a bit louder. His actions lead to the growing wetness inside your panties. This is fucking good. And it’s just the beginning. The torture this man will put you through for the upcoming minutes or hours will drive you completely insane. He’ll bring you down to your knees in seconds.

After a little while that felt like an eternity to you, he presses gentle kisses in between your breasts, slowly approaching your right nipple to give it the same treatment as the left one. Your hands find their way to his dark hair, tugging it while he abuses your right breast. Right now, you’re in complete ecstasy.

Before you can even comprehend what is happening, Jungkook is undressing you, leaving you completely naked on the couch. In no time, he’s naked as well with a condom on his hands. Your eyes inevitably look down at his cock. His massive cock. To be honest, you had forgotten how big it was but damn, you absolutely don’t want to wait to feel it inside you. He quickly put the condom on before placing himself in between your legs.

Jungkook touches your intimate area to feel how wet you are.

“Damn, you’re so wet,” he whispers.

Even if you’re extremely wet, he knows that wouldn’t be enough before penetrating you. It’ll still hurt you if he just goes and he definitely doesn’t want to cause any pain to you. He wants this moment to only bring tremendous pleasure to both of you. So he decides to tease you with his cock, rubbing it against your inner lips. Moans flow from your mouth as you feel the overwhelming pleasure growing inside your body. Right now, it seems like you haven’t been touched properly in years. And even if Jungkook has already made love to you millions of times when you were together, everything feels extremely different.

“Shit, I want to fuck you so bad, yn,” he whines.

“Me too, Jungkook,” you reply.

With everything happening at the moment, it’s almost impossible for you to form a proper sentence. All you know is that you’re desperate to have sex with this man. Your moans are the actual proof of it.

After what appears like an eternity for you, he buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your velvety walls. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock inside you.

“So fucking good,” you mumble as your eyes roll back.

The feeling of having him inside you and filling you up to the brim is something you did miss a lot. Although you had sex with a lot of different guys over the past years, Jungkook does it very differently but in a very good way. And it’s just the beginning. But honestly, you have a crazily immense sexual drive. You haven’t really been a saint since you last saw your ex, that is currently on top of you. All men that flirted with you and ended up in your bed have actually loved your wild sexual appetite.

Your ex leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you and snatching a loud moan out of you.

“You’re absolutely sexy, baby,” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “So sexy that I want to fuck you all day long,” his deep voice groans in your ear.

His teeth bite your earlobe before his tongue licks your ear. A deep moan leaves your lips while you feel yourself grow even wetter. This man knows exactly how to bring you down on your knees for him. And you don’t even want to start on the effect of his filthy words said with his deep voice on you.

“Then do it,” you dare to say as you want to push him to go absolutely wild today.

Jungkook is a man. Usually, men adore being pushed and they’ll fuck you just the way you want. Today, you want him to be rough with you. You want him to fuck you until all you know is to scream his name. You want all the neighbors to know how good your ex makes you feel. You want him to come inside the condom again and again until none of you can handle it anymore.

“I already plan to do it, princess,” he pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes, and a smirk arises on his face. “Tomorrow you won’t even be able to walk at all.”

You desire nothing more than this. To be completely sore and swollen down there.

“You have absolutely no idea of all the things I desire to do to you,” he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You’ll beg me to never stop,” he adds.

Jungkook slowly pushes back, only leaving the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you moan under him. That’s a sound he loves, and he missed it a lot. He dreamed of this a lot since the last time you had sex.

“Then, show me no mercy, Jungkook,” you answer.

A smirk appears on his face, satisfied to hear you say those words. Damn, he wants nothing more than to drive you completely crazy.

Brutally, he pushes his cock fully inside you, and a loud moan leaves your lips. For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes look down on your body. For sure, your body is different than it was ten years ago but you’re still absolutely stunning. Your skin is still very soft like he remember it was.

For the two of you, this seems like something totally new while being something very familiar. It’s quite odd but it feels good. Sex usually feels good, the two of you can say it out of experience. Jungkook groans as he watches himself buried deep inside you.

“Your cunt still takes me so fucking well, princess.”

You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. What you like the most about shutting down your eyes during intercourse is how you connect more to your body. With your eyes closed, you can deeply experience everything that is going on. However, it can also be extremely overwhelming, especially when the man you’re having sex with is awfully good in bed.

Once Jungkook sees that you’re ready to take more, he brutally pulls back before slamming himself back into you. The couch under you squeaks while a very deep moan escapes your lips. If he does it again, the sofa’s back is going to hit the wall and even probably destroy it. However, right now, you absolutely don’t give a shit.

Jungkook once again stops when he’s fully inside you, torturing you just to hear you begging him to fuck you. He hasn’t heard you beg for anything in years so it’s just legitimate he craves it deeply at this precise moment.

“Please,” you say grumbling, “fuck me.”

Jungkook leans closer again. “I love to hear you begging, princess,” he whispers before licking the spot just under your ear.

He pushes his cock back before slamming into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans are filling the room. All those sounds remind you that you’re doing something completely nasty with your ex but damn, this is beyond amazing.

“Shit,” you gasp while he thrusts into you with no mercy, “you feel so good.”

You’re completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming the condom on his cock. Jungkook smirks as he notices the sticky mess you’re slowly causing. His cock is buried deep inside you, brushing against your walls that causes you to moan even louder each time. You grip the couch as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jungkook’s hard thrusts, but it definitely is an impossible mission.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl,” he hisses before biting his lower lip. His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. “And making such a mess on my cock.”

Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way the condom is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this, you can see it in his eyes.

“You love it, don’t you?” You ask him. His doe eyes look up at you, and they are filled with lust, making you shiver as they look at you.

Jungkook bends down, pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips while his thrusts slow down. A desperate whine gushes from you, a sound that he instantly swallows. His hands move up on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them to make you moan with desire before his fingers start playing with your nipples. Moans flood out of your mouth as your ex keeps torturing your body at a slow pace. Your hands irresistibly grab his hair, tugging it as much as possible.

“It feels so good,” you whine, “fuck, Kook.”

The nickname surprises both of you but it left your lips in the heat of the moment. For sure, it’ll be the only time you’ll say it, at least for now. But it warms his heart to hear you call him by this nickname.

His thrusts are slow and harsh again, and his fingers on your nipples are just too much for you. They are extremely sensitive but it’s absolutely normal. Once someone starts playing with them, they just get sensitive and it just brings a lot of delight to you.

Gradually, Jungkook begins to thrust hard into you again, and you moan at the feeling of his brutal thrust. Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you with more force. His fingers keep playing with your very sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It’s clear that he knows how to drive somebody crazy.

His eyes look at you, completely contorted with pleasure as it slowly builds within you. Your moans are getting louder, you’re not one to hold back or stifle your groans because that’s for sure an indicator to Jungkook of how good he’s making you feel and if he’s doing things well.

“Moan louder, baby,” he says as he goes deeper and harder to make you scream with pleasure. He loves it so damn much.

His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way he’s torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further but damn, you haven’t been fucked this way ever in your life. This is magical, your entire body has completely surrendered to this man.

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard, baby.”

The sweat is dampening his body, sticking his long hair to his face. That vision alone can make you come undone right now. As you stare at him, you can’t help but think how lucky you are to be doing this right now. His eyes stare down at you with passion and lust as his tongue licks his lower lips. He keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with more urgency each time.

“Fuck,” you say as you move your hips to meet his thrust.

Jungkook leans forward, pressing another sloppy kiss on your lips. He’s been enjoying sensing your lips on his, even if the kiss is a disaster. Currently, all he craves is you, and in any way. Your eyes never cease to look at him, he’s mesmerizing and incredibly hot. Man, he’s even hotter than he was years ago. You bite your bottom lip as you admire him.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He asks, and you nod.

All you want right now is to do as he wishes and you’re also very close to exploding due to all the pleasure he’s causing. But Jungkook wants to hear you begging to come, he wants to know how badly you want to come.

“Use your words, baby girl.”

His fingers pinch your nipples harder, making the wave of pleasure grow bigger inside you. A loud moan escapes your lips.

“I want to come,” you manage to say, “I wanna come so-so bad.”

Jungkook feels his cock twitching inside of you, a low groan rumbling in his throat as you practically beg him to let you come. He smirks like he has won the award for the best fuck of the year. One of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot as his cock keeps hitting your sensitive walls.

“Beg for it, baby girl,” he says.

His fingers show no mercy on your clit, and you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to beg for anything before coming. You’re a complete mess right now, and you’ve completely surrendered to the overwhelming sensations you’re experiencing.

“Please, Kook,” you manage to say.

With the way he’s torturing you, you can’t even form a proper sentence. You actually can’t even think at all, outside the fact that you love what Jungkook is doing to you.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he keeps teasing you with a smirk on his face.

For sure, he would have loved to experience other positions with you for more pleasure. But this is just the beginning. He’ll let you come now and later, he’ll torture you with other sex positions. He won’t leave you alone today, that he’s sure about.

“Let me come.”

His smirk grows bigger on his face, happy to have you begging him to come. Teasing you is something that he’s enjoying a lot. The wave of pleasure inside you is growing bigger and bigger, becoming way too overwhelming. You’re moaning like a mess, but at this stage, you couldn’t care less.

“Do it, princess, come for me.”

Those words are what you needed to hear to let go of everything. Instantly, the wave of pleasure that was growing inside of you violently hits you, making you come hard around him. Your arousal totally covers the condom on his cock and your walls squeeze him over and over again.

While you’re completely euphoric from your orgasm, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. He’s aware that in a matter of seconds, he’ll burst into the condom. Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made. His eyes are completely hypnotized where your bodies meet.

It doesn’t take him too long to be hit by his own orgasm, desperate moans leaving his mouth when it happens. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and releases his load inside the condom, loud cries of euphoria leaving his lips.

You move a bit on the couch to leave him some room to lie down. There’s not a lot of place for the two of you on the couch next to each other.

“Maybe you can rest on top of me,” he suggests as he removes the condom from his cock.

You simply nod while standing up to let him rest how ever he wants on the couch. The second he’s well installed, you rest on top of him, your head against his chest. His beating heart rocks you, his strong arms holding you tight against him. For a little while, none of you speaks. His hands caress your body which soothes you after this wild moment.

“Once we really calm down from this ecstatic sex, would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asks.

#bts #bts imagine #bts imagines #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts angst #jungkook angst #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #wrong time #timing series #spideyjimin

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stiltonbasket · 2 months

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I know Nyoomerr wrote a mini fic where Shen Yuan dotes on Bingge’s kids, before I sent you the prompt also, but listen… I want many cakes!

There are so many possible cute OC Bingge kiddos Shen Yuan could dote on, and so many ways the Binggeyuan drama outside said doting could go! I’d happily read a million different versions! ♥️

In spite of having three older siblings to play with, and three nominal mothers and four nursemaids to raise him, Luo Shunlei was a very lonely child.

Unlike his brother and his two elder sisters, Shunlei was rarely allowed to see his own mother. Muqin spent most of her time away from his father's palace in the human realm, for she was Emperor-Father's most trusted lieutenant as well as his wife, and could not be spared from the various battlefields Father left in his wake for more than a single season out of each year.

That life suited his mother, Shunlei knew: and he was being looked after well enough, since Mother Ning doted upon him just as tenderly she cared for his sister Suoxin. But he hated to go to her when he fell while playing cuju in the garden, or felt lonesome for his absent Muqin, for Mother Ning cried so often when she thought her children were out of earshot that Shunlei could not bear to add to her troubles.

Nor could he go to Mother Liu, for Mother Liu was Luo Nianzu's mother, and Nianzu clung to her like a baby fire-horned monkey because his birth mother had died before Nianzu ever knew her.

(The less said of Mother Hua, the better, Shunlei thought. She was not unkind to him, but she made no secret of the fact that she was jealous of the favor Muqin received from Emperor-Father; and since Shunlei was Muqin's son, Mother Hua had never liked him very much, either.)

But then, late in the spring of Luo Shunlei's fourth year, Mother Liu brought a man into the hougong's central garden and announced that he was to be Suo-jie and Ying-jiejie's new Shizun.

"He will be your Shizun too, in time," she said to Nianzu, "as soon as you learn how to read more than a few characters."

"What about me?" Shunlei asked anxiously, plucking at the hems of her sleeve. "Shunshun wants to study, too."

At this, Mother Ning looked up from her account-book and kissed the top of his head.

"You can join this year if the taifu says you may," she assured him. "You're very bright for your age, Shun'er, but there's no need to rush. Mingyan gave Zhu-laoshi a twelve-year contract, so he won't leave the palace until the year you turn sixteen."

Sixteen sounded dreadfully grown-up to Luo Shunlei, who had yet to celebrate his fourth birthday. And if the new taifu really would be staying for the next twelve years, it hardly mattered that Shunlei wouldn't begin his studies until after he turned five.

But the taifu was more than happy to teach him, though Shunlei had only managed to learn the three characters that made up his name—and by the first week after lessons began, Shunlei had affixed himself to his new Shizun like a barnacle clinging to the hull of a boat.

Zhu Qinglan was, strangely enough, only the second man that Shunlei had ever met. Imperial Father was the first, and Shunlei had seen some of his demon lackeys from afar; but they were forbidden to enter any part of the inner court save for Father's private palace, so he had never actually spoken to them.

"Are all men from the human realm like you?" Shunlei asked his Shizun once, not long after Imperial Father returned from his latest campaign in the North. "If they are, why doesn't Father make friends with them instead of fighting?"

Shizun laughed and put out his hand to steady Luo Shunlei's grip on his writing brush.

"No," he replied, after the brush picked up its pace again. "Your Shizun is very old by now, that's all. I had to spend eighty years wandering the wilds alone before I learned how to hold my temper properly, and my Shizun was long gone by then—poor shifu! If your Imperial Father had met me when I was a young man, he wouldn't have wanted me as a servant, let alone a friend...or as his children's taifu, I suppose."

Luo Shunlei pouted. "Shizun can be my friend."

"Mm, then this teacher is very lucky. Oh, Shun'er, not again—you mustn't touch the scroll at all, remember? See how well da-gongzhu is writing."

It was true that Shizun was scolding him, Luo Shunlei reflected—smudging his copy-work as he thought, to Shizun's great distress—but he did it so gently that Shunlei wriggled with glee, feeling very much like a wilted flower that had suddenly been thrust into the full light of day.

Shizun treasured Luo Shunlei, just as he treasured Da-jie and Er-jie and Gege; and since he belonged to all four of them, he loved them equally. Mother Ning loved Da-jiejie the most, and Mother Liu loved Gege the most; and though Mother Hua loved nothing in the world other than Er-jiejie, Shunlei was certain that his Muqin loved Imperial Father far more than she loved him.

Zhu Qinglan loved no one at the palace better than he loved Shunlei, and that feeling was so dreadfully new to him that he burst into tears the next time Shizun entered the schoolroom with a bowl of his favorite sweet sesame cakes.

"Why are you crying?" Shizun demanded, bewildered, as Luo Shunlei let out a wail and scurried over to bury his head in the long skirt of Shizun's white robe. "Are you ill?"

He passed the cakes to one of the maids and lifted Shunlei onto his hip, feeling his cheeks and brow with the back of his rough hands.

"His little highness doesn't have a fever," Shizun muttered, "but we can't take chances, so run for a taiyi as quickly as you can. This one will stay with the little prince until the doctor comes."

"No," Shunlei bawled, rubbing his face against Shizun's shoulder. "I'm happy, Shizun."

"Happy?" Shizun asked, more puzzled than ever. "Why?"

Luo Shunlei laid his cheek on Shizun's soft neck and wept, too overwhelmed to explain that no one had ever made anything specially for him to eat before.

His siblings were only passingly fond of sesame cakes, though they refrained from saying so to save face for their Shizun. But Shunlei likes Shizun's cakes even more than the ones Father sometimes makes for their weekly luncheons, and yesterday, Shunlei had finally worked up the courage to ask if Shizun could bake them again.

Shunlei's lessons were canceled that morning, since Shizun and Mother Ning's taiyi said that he needed rest; and so, he spent the rest of the day being carried about the palace on his teacher's back, and fed another handful of sesame cakes whenever Shizun remembered he was there.

By the third month, Luo Shunlei decided that he loved his Shizun more than anyone else he had ever known, except for Muqin and his Suo-jiejie—which was why he bit off the left half of his Imperial Father's nose when Father told him that he meant to take Shizun into the hougong as a bride.

"You can't have Shizun for your wife!" Shunlei screeched, incensed. "He's ours!"

Imperial Father only raised his eyebrows at him.

"If you ever do that again," he drawled, conjuring a mirror to make sure his nose was healing properly, "I'll send you to the North to fight ice demons with Hualing, and I won't bring you back until you're too old to need a taifu anymore."

Luo Shunlei growled and kicked his little feet until he heard the satisfying crack of one of his Imperial Father's ribs snapping in half.

"You can't," he insisted, as Father let out a gasping wheeze and put a hand to his chest. "You have thirty wives already! That's too many. You can't have my Shizun, too."

Father's right eyebrow climbed a little higher up his forehead. "Everyone under the sun belongs to me," he said. "If I want your Shizun, he'll be mine eventually. There's no more to be said about it."

"But Shizun doesn't want you," Luo Shunlei scowled. "Everyone knows that."

For some reason, Father's face fell so quickly that Shunlei almost regretted his unkindness.

Only almost, though.

"It doesn't matter what he wants," Father said at last, after a long silence—and after his broken rib had healed, much to Luo Shunlei's frustration. "But he—he will want me some day, even if his heart lies elsewhere now. You'll see."

Luo Shunlei squinted at him. "I'll go tell Shizun what you're planning," he threatened. "Then Shizun can run away, and I'll go with him."

"Do you really want to visit the North so badly?" his father said idly. "Everything that lives there could eat you up in one bite."

(Shunlei's mother had taught him what to do in case anything ever ate him, so he could survive perfectly well in the Northern Desert if he had to.

Naturally, he said nothing of this to his father.)

Shunlei reached up and tugged sharply on his father's hair.

"Shizun won't like you if you send me away," he sniffed. "You can't be stupid if you're an Emperor, Imperial Father. Shizun said so."

Father sighed and tucked Luo Shunlei under his arm. "Would it really be so bad if Qinglan joined the harem?" he asked. "He'd still be your Shizun, and you'll still get to see him whenever you like. Nothing will change for you and the other little ones."

Luo Shunlei said nothing.

"And," Father said softly, "you can call him muhou after he and I are married. I plan to make him my empress, so he'll be your Imperial Mother as well as your Shizun."

"Imperial Mother...?"

Shunlei had never had an Imperial Mother before. Officially, every woman in the harem was Father's legitimate wife; the sole difference in status between them was that only the five inner wives—or four now, after the untimely death of Luo Nianzu's birth mother—were allowed full courtyards of their own and the right to raise children.

None of them were allowed to call themselves empresses, only consorts and wives: not even Mother Ning, who had reputedly been Father's favorite wife since his childhood on Cang Qiong Mountain.

But if Father meant to take Shizun as his Empress, and if that meant Shizun would be Shunlei's Imperial Mother, then...

"Then if you do marry Shizun," Shunlei ventured, plucking at the yaopei dangling from Imperial Father's belt, "can Shun'er have a little sister? Or a brother?"

Suddenly, Luo Shunlei felt his father's body go cold.

"No," Father said brusquely. "You may not."

"But why not?" he persisted. "If Shizun becomes my Imperial Mother, won't he be allowed to have his own Shun'er? Like Muqin and Mother Ning and—"

"No," his father repeated, more harshly than before. "After your Nianzu-ge was born, I vowed that I would never father another child. Don't ever mention such things again."

Luo Shunlei stared at him. "But I'm smaller than Gege," he said uncertainly. "Didn't Father break that vow already?"

"Enough," Father hissed. "Listen to me, Luo Shunlei. I nearly killed your Mother Ning by letting her give birth to Suoxin, and I as good as murdered your late Mother Qin by fathering Nianzu upon her. If Hualing had tried to give birth to you the usual way instead of molding you from our mingled blood, she wouldn't even have lived long enough to bring you into the world. Would you have me risk killing your Shizun, too?"

Shunlei's eyes burned.

"No," he said in a strangled voice. "Put me down."

So Imperial Father set him down on the ground, looking very much as though he could not bear to stand in Shunlei's presence for another moment.

"Don't you dare mention any of this to anyone," Father said wearily, as Shunlei rubbed his fists across his smarting eyes. "Otherwise, I really will send you up North to your mother."

Luo Shunlei nodded, somehow contriving to hide his tears until he made his way out of his father's courtyard; and then he staggered off to the Bamboo Palace where Shizun lived, hoping against hope that Shizun was at home and not out on another beast-trapping trip with Mother Liu.

"Shizun," he sobbed, beating on the gate with his tiny fists. "Shizun, Shun'er is here!"

And then Shizun was there, bundling Shunlei into his arms and draping a warm cloak over his shoulders before bringing him into the Zhugong's little kitchen for cakes and hot tea.

He fed Luo Shunlei and washed the tears from his little nose; and then, after his sobs began to slow, Shizun wrapped him up in a soft blanket and took him to Mother Ning.

"No," Shunlei wailed, as Mother Ning came running out of her own palace with worry all over her face. "Mother Ning, Shun'er wants to stay with Shizun."

Mother Ning blinked. "He didn't make you cry?"

"No!"

"Then who did?"

Shunlei frowned and burrowed into his Shizun's coat. "Nobody. But Shun'er is staying right here."

"All right, all right," Shizun said soothingly. "You can stay with Shizun for as long as you want. Lady Ning, if you would..."

Mother Ning nodded and promised that she would send a maid to the Zhugong with a bag of clothes for Shunlei.

"You can send him back for his bath, if he needs one before bed," she fretted. "But if he'd rather stay with you, then that's all right, too."

Satisfied, Shizun bowed to Mother Ning and whisked Shunlei back to the Zhugong, where he was made to drink two more cups of medicinal tea—though he did not mind this, since Shizun had already fed him all the fresh-baked sesame cakes he could hold—and put to bed on the pretty lounging chair in the front room.

"Go to sleep," Shizun told him, stroking his hair. "And don't look at this teacher with such big eyes. I'll still be here when you get up."

Luo Shunlei's lip trembled. "Do you promise?" he whispered. "You won't go away while I'm sleeping?"

"Of course not. Has your Shizun ever broken his word? Look—I won't even let go of your hand. You can hold this one, and I'll use the other to write while you nap."

So Shunlei finally let himself drift off; and when he opened his eyes again, some two hours later, he found that Shizun had fallen asleep at his desk, with his head on the erhu score he was copying and his left hand still clasped about Luo Shunlei's.

Suddenly, Luo Shunlei's heart felt very full. But then he remembered that Shizun would leave one day, whenever Father deemed that Shunlei and Nianzu and their jiejies had no further need of him, and then...

And then Shizun wouldn't belong to Shunlei anymore.

His spirits sank. He squeezed Shizun's palm, not knowing whether he wanted his teacher to sleep on or wake up and comfort him.

But at that moment, two words shaped themselves upon Luo Shunlei's lips; and before he could bite them back, he found himself saying them aloud.

"Imperial Mother?" he whispered, hugging his Shizun's arm. "Muhou, Shun'er is...is...."

And then—like a ray of white sunlight spearing through a blanket of clouds—his Shizun smiled, though he had not woken, and kissed Luo Shunlei's pudgy hand in his sleep.

"Hush, my baobao," he breathed, already sinking back into his dreams. "Don't cry. Mother is here."

#svsss #bingyuan #prompt fill #my fic #!!!!!!!! bingyuan shenanigans are back #this is set in the same verse as “a wife by any other name”#if anyone was wondering

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thepunkmuppet · 6 months

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just finally got to watch workin boys and OH MY GODDDDDDD I HAVE THOUGHTS

SPOILERS AHEAD

jeff as hidgens is so. he’s just so

chad’s name stayed the same even though it was changed to workin’ girls everyone clapped

🎶 JUST ME AND MY SIX BOYFRIENDS 🎶 WE WON WE WON WE WON

hidgens backstory oh my fucking god. what the hell this man has suffered more than jesus

the songs are amazing I wasn’t expecting to want to buy the album but now I actually need it their vocals are all SO GOOD mariah bryce and kim are absolutely incredible

bill and ted are on a date and you cannot convince me otherwise (I am delusional). also I love that ted loved it bc he was fucking INTO IT in tgwdlm

still need to know why hailey was dumping ass so much

EXCUSE ME WHO ARE YOU

I love the detail that paul didn’t want to go with bill lmfao

ted got brutally murdered again. I knew they would do it but it’s still hilarious

they really said ✨dutch angles ✨ huh

their real stage manager played the stage manager 😭 I love it he has a self insert hatchetfield oc

linda’s the only person who auditioned but didn’t get in lmfao hidgens really said #eat the rich

I love ruth SO MUCH rip queen (again). lauren managed to make her even more cute and pathetic than she is npmd, what a top notch blorbo 100/10

COURTNEY THRASH’S GIRLFRIEND AS A WORKIN’ GIRL SHE’S COME SO FAR

bailey wearing his uniform and taking his gun to a community theatre production why is he a himbo and why do I love him

I know I’ve already said this but sweet jesus mariah and kim’s voices are actually the best things ever they are so perfect in every way

grace just cannot do anything without discovering her passion for violent murder and lethal weapons and honestly girlboss

“our wet sinewy bodies” “I just came”

UP TO MY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS

hidgens’ death scene was absolutely stunning oh my god

the fact that richie and grace went together to support ruth?? so cute to me. this obviously isn’t in the npmd timeline so it’s just adorable to me that they actually became friends in this timeline, I’m obsessed.

also they had an opportunity for pete and steph and tom and becky to be there on dates but OH WELL

THE ZOMBIES WERE TERRIFYING. OH MY GOD I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER HOW AMAZING THAT SCENE WAS THE MAKEUP THE VOICE EFFECTS I JUST I C CN AHSNJDJSKUDEJ

ALSO THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA IF THEY REALLY ARE GHOSTS OR IF HIDGENS IS JUST CRAZY AND HALLUCINATING OR IF THEY’RE DEMONS IN DISGUISE AND “CHAD” IS A LORD IN BLACK OR A DIFFERENT BEING OR WHAT LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. OPEN-TO-INTERPRETATION PLOT POINTS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

#workin boys #workin boys spoilers #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #npmd spoilers #hatchetfield halloween party #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #henry hidgens

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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ummm what if i said your oc headcannons :3

a/n — I didn’t know if you mean Eva Jayne x reader headcanons or just me annoyingly info dumping about her… anyways your getting the second one.

Her favorite song is probably The Man Who Sold The World BUT specifically the Nirvana version. I think personality wise, along with her smartass comments, she prides herself on being pretty laid back. Like usually you don’t see her get very worked up about things yknow she likes to keep it chill. She’s very easygoing naturally and deals with pressure very well in the sense that she normally has a pretty good grasp on her emotions. Really, you wouldn’t know what she’s feeling ever because she has that dumbass smirk on her at all times. Along with being easygoing she’s also very playful. Yknow, like in conversation she likes to keep it light most of the time. Definitely teases the fuck out of everyone and anyone. It’s never in any malice, but like I swear she finds some people absolutely ridiculous and entertaining. Like she CANNOT resist. Also, she has a weird quirk where out of the blue she’ll just tell INSANE ‘true’ stories from her life. Like it makes everyone go “…bro what the fuck were you doing no wonder you died at 36 😨..” It’ll be a totally normal conversation and she’ll just be like “Man, this reminds me of the time me and that actor chick from star wars got stuck in an elevator together for two days. God, her piss stank.” But she can be serious. Especially when it comes to music or people she deeply cares about. Like although she wants to keep her conversations lighthearted, she really digs music that means something. When just normal sinners are auditioning for a gig for her, that’s something she definitely looks for. If not a well known performer, she looks for substance behind the music. As for roots, she came from some random 2nd generation italian family who lived in new york. Probably didn’t hesitate to get the fuck out of there and head elsewhere. So i’ve toyed with the idea of Eva having a deal with Lilith before, because Lilith like “empowers demon-kind with her songs and music” or some shit. And I thought that it would be interesting if Lilith noticed the rising star that was Eva Jayne when she first arrived in hell. Intrigued by Eva Jaynes music business and talent, she might propose a deal with her, yknow? Maybe, every once in a while, allowing Eva Jayne to disguise herself in the human world and try to claim the soul of a promising musician. Idk maybe she has like.. hozier under contract or something Obviously in return forrrrrrr… haven’t worked out all the kinks yet also I really don’t know if that idea is AT ALL plausible. ANYWAYS, back to the silly things though! She’s really strangely good at making homemade smoothies. Incredibly random, but yes she had a natural talent. I think she does have kind of a caretaker bone in her, underneath all of her unserious attitude. I feel like the way she deals with stress and how she never breaks a sweat under pressure could make people really see her as reliable and kind of a rock. (VOX ESPECIALLY HELLO) Like, that’s a guy who gets very worked up about literally everything, so temporarily disregarding whatever complicated situationship they’re in, he would end up seeing Eva Jayne as a source of comfort. Because that bitch can take a hit, yknow, and Vox…well.. i mean Vox definitely takes hits. Deal with them well? No. But Eva definitely oh has a weird way of calming Vox down (and working him up but not everyday can be fantastic) like when she tells him it’s gonna be okay, he almost believes it. Back to just Eva now, get the fuck out of here Vox. She definitely indulges and interrupts concerts to play with whatever band is on stage. Like it’s just so fun she can’t help herself! Also eats VERY MESSILY. Like it’s actually disgusting she just rips into shit… Actually in general she’s pretty messy. Definitely does not focus on keeping her workspace clean, and swears that there’s an order to things (there’s not she’s lying) Like it’d be so bad there would be a ‘don’t drink the left over coffee!’ rule because the left over coffee would probably be weeks old and molding.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin oc #inbox open #eva jayne!!#hazbin hotel vox

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After Party

Carrie (OC) x EJ NSFW

Commissioned by @xiiideadroses — thank you so very much darling, I hope you enjoy!! <33

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Masterlist: x

It wasn’t Jack’s ideal way to spend an evening

But when Sally had found him on his way to the library, already all fancied up with her princess makeup on and everything, he knew he wouldn’t have the heart to say no to her

Which meant he’d just have to wait some other time to catch up on his readings

He didn’t expect it to be all that bad, anyways

Depending on who else attended Sally’s tea parties, they could actually be, well, fun

And, at the very least, they really only lasted a few hours max—which meant he could still return to his studies afterward, if he really wanted to

Or, at least, that’s what he thought—until the very moment he walked into Sally’s playroom and saw her

Why did it have to be her, of all people?

And only her?

She looks up when she hears people coming in, those long white lashes fluttering over her ghastly eyes, and as soon as her gaze lands on him, that signature grin stretches over her lips

Fuck, he thinks, there goes his relaxing evening—gone for certain, at this point

“Aww, look at that, lil’ Jackie’s joining our party? How adorable~”

She wastes no time greeting him, leaning forward to rest her chin in her palms as she does

He resists the urge to huff

Deep down, he knows she shouldn’t take her comments too seriously; she just wants to get a rise out of him—purely for her own entertainment

But every single time, without fail, he can’t help but fall for it, playing right into her hands like he’s her fucking puppet, of all things

Sally says something about her party, something about needing to fetch more guests, but Jack’s only half paying attention

He’s too distracted by Carrie, by that mischievous look in her eyes, by those ulterior motives she’s undoubtedly harboring

Carrie, on the other hand, is savoring every second of the whole exchange

When Sally leaves and she’s left alone with Jack, she's even all the more pleased

Something about getting under the demon’s skin—the demon of whom which is usually so calm and composed, so confidently put together—is always so wonderfully satisfying

Especially when it leads to more between the two afterward

“Y'know, it's a shame you couldn’t dress up for the occasion," she says with a tilt of her head, "Everyone else put more effort into their outfits than that”

She gestures loosely to his clothes, to his simple black tee and back jeans

Truthfully, it's not that he looks bad in what he's wearing—quite the opposite, actually; the way the fabric of his shirt hugs his body is absolutely mouth-watering

But the comment gives her the perfect excuse to shamelessly and openly appreciate his well-built form with little to no consequence

And she's reminded of what he looks like naked, and the memory has her thighs involuntarily cinching together

Her comment, at the same time, gets him to notice what she’s wearing, too

The various accessories adorning her figure complement her gothic white dress just perfectly—and the deep-plunging necklace accentuates the low-cut neckline of her dress even further

All of it, of course, eventually pulls his eyes down to her cleavage, where his gaze lingers a split second longer than it should, longer than it’s supposed to

Carrie snickers, and when the sound snaps him out of it, he looks away with a disgruntled scoff

God, he’s way too much fun to toy with, Carrie thinks with a pleased hum

Before she can say anything else to tease him, Sally walks back in, hugging a brown bear plushie to her chest

She sits the stuffed toy next to Jack, and then she takes her own seat next to Carrie and immediately launches into a discussion about the made-up drama of her imaginary friends

Jack tries to pay attention and indulge in her play date, he really does

But it’s damn near impossible when Carrie's right in front of him, smiling that wicked grin like she’s just obviously up to something

And try as he might to ignore her, the snide comments she keeps slipping in are just utterly infuriating—to the point where he can't block them out, even despite his best efforts

It also doesn't help that every time he shoots her a glare, his sight always seems to fall back down to her cleavage, which distracts him from just about everything else in the room even more

And Carrie, of course, always seems to notice—and always looks so damn smug about it too

It's like she's just begging to be put back into her place again

The tension between the ghost and the demon mounts until it grows damn near unbearable

When Jack realizes he needs to leave or he'll absolutely lose it, he stands abruptly, trying to cover his groin as discreetly as possible, and he makes up some excuse about having to go—now

"Wha?" Sally interjects, looking up at him with her best pleading puppy-dog eyes, "But I'm not done with the story"

Jack clears his throat, muttering an apology, and without waiting for an answer, he turns and leaves as quickly as possible

Smirking knowingly, Carrie sets her empty teacup down and addresses Sally, who's resorted to pouting with her little brows furrowed and her bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated frown

"It's ok, Sally, I think he's just in a bad mood," she explains, "Let me go check up on him to see if everything's alright, yeah?"

She stands, but when she notices that Sally looks even more upset, she pauses, then adds, "Y'know, now that I think about it... I think I overheard Masky saying that he hasn't gotten a makeover in so long, he's just dying to get one"

With a mischievous smirk, she continues, "Why don't you get the makeup from my guest bedroom and make his wish come true?"

Hearing permission to rummage through Carrie's makeup supply, Sally immediately perks up

"Really? He said that??"

"Of course he did," Carrie lies with an easy, gentle smile, "tell him Carrie says hi while you're giving him that makeover—and don't forget to take a picture when you're done!"

With an excited squeal, Sally vanishes in an instant, leaving a pleased Carrie behind

"Perfect," she hums to herself

Knowing exactly where to go, Carrie makes her way to Jack's room

She doesn't bother knocking, doesn't even bother announcing her presence as she opens the door, lets herself in, and shuts it behind her with a satisfying click

"You're fucking unbearable, you know that?"

Jack's growl is the first thing she hears as she walks in, but she pays it no mind

Instead, she purposefully ignores him as she makes her way to his full-length mirror, and begins removing her jewelry

"Well? You gonna fucking answer me?"

She hears him stand, and then she sees him through her lack of reflection

He's already taken his shirt off, his muscles taut and rippling beneath his ashen skin, and his pants are undone to relieve some pressure from his very obvious hard-on

The sight has her biting her lip, her lower stomach already clenching in anticipation, but she doesn't let anything on

Instead, she takes out the clips in her hair, letting her long locks fall freely around her shoulders, and she can see the way he clenches his fists at his sides as she does so—like he's trying to hold himself back from doing something dangerous

At this point, she's playing with fire and she knows it, but she's having too much fun to stop

Still ignoring him, she reaches for the back of her dress, her fingers brushing against the zipper to tug it down

And when she, inevitably, can't properly reach it, only then does she speak

“You just gonna stand there and watch, or are you gonna come help me out with this?”

He huffs, the sound like a low growl, but he doesn't argue

She feels the heat of his body against her backside as he approaches, and then she can freely admire every inch of him from the convenience of the mirror as he moves

His fingers are long, slender and agile as he tugs the zipper all the way down to her lower back

She tries not to shiver as his touch brushes against her skin, tracing the expanse of her back from her spine to her neck, where her baby hairs stand stiff at his attention

"Aw, what's wrong?" he asks, and his voice somehow sounds deeper, more gravelly than it did moments ago, but maybe that's only because he's murmuring inches from her neck, “Nothing snarky left to say?~”

Not yet willing to submit so easily to him, she snorts, turns around to face him, and lets her dress fall from her shoulders to give him the full view of her bare chest

He takes in an audible breath at the sight, and even though it's not the first time he sees her like this, it still renders him speechless just long enough for her to mimic him

“What’s wrong, nothing snarky left to say?” she sneers

It's like it's the last comment that finally makes Jack snap

In one fluid motion, he picks her up, her smaller form fitting perfectly in his large hands, and he just as easily pushes her back against the mirror so that she's completely trapped against him

Carrie yelps, the cold glass shocking her skin, and her legs instinctively wrap around his hips as she digs her fingers into his strong, broad shoulders for support

“You just never know when to keep that damn mouth of yours shut, do you?”

Fuck

His words go right through her, all the way to her heated core, and when he grinds himself into her, she has to resist the urge to moan

"What's the—what's the fun in that?" she asks, and she's trying to maintain the illusion of control as she says it, but there's no hiding the breathy lilt to her voice, or the way her hips seem to roll in tandem with his movements, almost as if of their own accord

"You're just a fucking brat," he hisses, and then he snaps his pelvis all the way forward, as if betting it'll be more than enough to shut her up

And, surely enough, it is

Unable to do anything but bite back her moans, Carrie lets him use her however he pleases

He's so much bigger, so much stronger than she is; all she can do is take it as he ruts into her against the mirror

His low grunts and growls are muffled into her neck, almost sounding less human by the second as he grows more desperate, more depraved with every impatient movement of his hips

She feels the mirror shake and wobble against her backside with every thrust, the old wood creaking in protest of Jack's fervored movements, but when she tries to say something about it, all that comes out is a desperate little whimper

"Mmh, what is it, brat? Worried the mirror won't hold?" he snorts, "As if I couldn't hold you up without it"

To prove a point, he pushes off the glass surface so that the only thing holding her up is him

She yelps again, clinging onto him, but it's like he's not even straining to hold her up

He huffs out a snarky laugh, like he's amused by her surprise, and then he wastes no time bouncing her up and down his covered hard-on

With gravity bringing her down hard and fast against him, every thrust has him digging straight into her clit

"F-fuck~!" she whimpers out a curse as waves of pleasure shock through her system

Her back arches up, pushing her tits up against him, and he groans at the sight

"You finally done being a brat—hm? Finally done being so fucking snarky?"

Realistically, Carrie knows she's in absolutely no position to push things further

But he's basically challenging her—and she's never been one to back down from a challenge

"A-as if—as if you're not into it," she pants out between heated gasps, "As if you don't get off to it like some giant perv"

He huffs, and then he's turning around, dropping her onto the bed, and ordering her to take the rest of her dress off—before he rips it off

And although she wants to resist his command, she knows better than to do so—for the sake of her dress, at the very least

He watches impatiently as she tugs it off over her head, and as soon as she's done, he's getting on the bed behind her and manhandling her onto her hands and knees with her face towards the mirror and her ass up in the air for him

One hard smack! to her asscheek has her whole body jolting forward as she cries out

But even though it stings, the way the pain resonates through her entire body is absolutely divine

She almost wants to push his buttons just the slightest bit more to get him to do it again, but then she sees, through her invisible reflection once more, that his hands are moving down to yank his pants down, and her mind goes blank

The way he grunts as his cock springs free, long and hard and throbbing—it has her empty sex clenching around nothing in anticipation

God, he's almost just as big as her entire forearm

If they hadn't managed to fit it all inside of her before, she might've gotten worried about taking him—taking all of him

He gives himself a few pumps of his fist up and down his shaft, and she watches intently through the mirror at the way his veins pulse when he jerks himself off

He pulls her lacy underwear to the side and runs his fingers up and down her utterly drenched slit

Carrie's muscles tense, her back arching just the slightest bit in order to push more of herself against him

And her eager reaction has him snickering darkly

"Who's the fucking perv now, hm? You're watching me through the mirror as if I'm a fucking porno made just for you"

Were it any other time, Carrie would've known just what to retort to irritate him further

But right now, she's so eager, so desperate to take his dick that nothing clever comes to mind

It seems all she can do is fist the sheets between tense fingers and wriggle her ass against him

"Just—just fuck me already"

Smack!

"Fuck~"

She moans again as another hard smack marks her asscheek with his handprint

"Always fucking making demands like you're in charge, aren't you?"

He taps the fat, heavy tip of his cock against her entrance a few times, filling the room with obscene wet smacking noises

"Gotta fucking put you in your place again, don't I?"

He lines himself up to her entrance, already stretching her folds out around his thick girth

"Stubborn fucking brat"

It's the last thing he mutters before pushing his hips all the way forward

Slowly, inch by inch so that she can feel every detail of him, he sheathes himself inside her dripping cunt

It's obscene; the way he stretches her out so thoroughly has her jaw going slack and her eyes rolling back

He's so fucking big

He feels massive, and once the tip of his length reaches up to her cervix, she can feel him making her stomach bulge from the sheer size of him

One hand grabs onto her hips, lifting her flush against him, while the other grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back up so she has no choice but to look at his reflection

God, he's so fucking gorgeous

His chest heaving with every panting breath, his muscles are taut and strained, and with the sweat glistening off his skin, he looks nothing short of a figure crafted by the gods themselves

But when her gaze drops down his form, what she sees is nearly enough to make her cum right then and there

She can see the reflection of his dick inside her

Long, hard and throbbing, the sight has her clenching tightly around him, and when he twitches in response, she can see it as she feels it

"Jack—"

All she can do is whine his name and wriggle against him

The friction of his cock rubbing against the sensitive nerve endings of her walls has her whimpering like a bitch in heat

"Look at that," he groans, "look at the way your greedy little cunt takes my dick"

As if to emphasize his words, he gives an experimental roll of his hips, and Carrie’s lips part in an obscene moan, her eyes rolling back yet again as he stretches her out so, so fucking good

Another thrust into her, and she mewls, her cunt already quivering around him

Jack hisses at the feeling of being squeezed so tightly

One roll of his hips leads to another, and then another one after that, and then yet another until he's settling into a brutal, merciless pace

Over and over and over again, he plunges as deeply into her as possible, like he's trying to fuck the shape of his dick inside her

His tip continuously rams up against her cervix, building up the coiling pressure in her stomach until she's reduced to nothing but a moaning, drooling mess around his cock

Another cruel smack! to her ass for good measure, and then his grip around the fat of her thighs tightens, bruising her skin, and he uses the leverage to pound into her with a reckless kind of impatience

It's like all of the built-up frustration is pushed into his hips, where he can finally take out all of his anger into her

"J-Jack! Fuck—f-feels so good!~"

An incoherent spew of babbles escapes her as she loses herself to the pleasure, loses herself to getting stretched out and bounced up and down his thick length

“Yeah, you like that, don't you, little brat?" he hisses through gritted teeth, but she can barely even hear him through her own moans

It all just feels so good—she can't keep up

"You're so fucking bratty all the time—" he interrupts himself with a groan as his cock twitches eagerly inside her, "y'need this dick to finally fuckin' shut you up, don't you?"

He doubles over her, mask grazing her neck as the new angle lets him pound into her even harder, even faster

She tries to say something, tries to somehow defend herself, but all that comes out is another slew of moans, half-incoherent pleas and whimpers as her peak quickly approaches

She digs her fingers into the sheets below, trying to find some semblance of control, but his grip tightens in her hair again, yanking her head up, and all she can do is take it and watch his body move as he fuck into her

“J-Jack—fuck, I'm gonna—fuck~!”

He doesn’t relent for a second, and as he hears her trying to speak, it only further encourages him to be all the meaner with his cock bullying into her cunt

He’s like a depraved animal, bent on fucking her into submission, desperate to ruin her for revenge for what she makes him endure all the time

The unending onslaught of pleasure has her back arching, which grants him the perfect opportunity to snake his hand to her front and rub at her clit in tandem with every cruel thrust

“F-fuck! Fuck—Jack—!”

“Atta girl—cum. Cum around the cock that owns you”

As much as she’d like to hold it back, to resist him just to spite him, she can’t help it

She cums around him—her orgasm hitting hard enough to make her vision go blank

Her cunt convulses around his length as she loses herself to the euphoria crashing into her system, and he groans headily, easing his pace to long, slow thrusts as she rides out her orgasm around his thick length

Once she's finally come down from her high, she partly expects him to pull out, to give her some kind of break after the intensity of her orgasm

But he doesn't

Instead, he leans forward, his chest rumbling against her back as he growls

"Don't think I'm done with you just yet, brat. You're not getting out of this one so easily"

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #creepypasta smut #eyeless Jack smut #crp ej

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slightlymore · 1 year

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i will not vanish | two

I will not vanish [MASTERLIST] is a companion series/backstory to the ‘soulmates collection’ [doyoung]

demon haechan x fem reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst!!, comedic and fluff elements, tarot reader haechan

warnings and content: +18, explicit sexual content, oral f, body worshipping, titty sucking, first time penetrative sex for reader, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected and pulling out then protected (?), cum play, dirty talk, biting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, sexual tension, mutual pining, slow burn, tarot readings, fight scenes and use of swords/knives, magic snakes, wounds, swearing

other characters: demon jeno, immortal jaemin, doyoung, selene (oc), archangel mark

words: 17k

soulmates universe equivalent: my soulmate loves wine

note: the terminology used [demon, angel, archangel] has no correlation to the usual religious connotations

Mark was a peculiar man, you thought.

His eyes were dark as carbon just like his hair. They would pierce into yours as if they could read your mind. Perhaps, he could. He was an Archangel after all.

But he didn't feel frightening when he approached you that day, gently sitting on the dying grass near you.

“Are you my guardian Angel?” you finally spoke after his short monologue, explaining who he was.

Mark chuckled, closing his eyes, and showing white shiny teeth.

“No, I am not. And Haechan is not your guardian Demon either.”

He didn’t bother to explain how he knew you were thinking precisely that.

You swallowed.

“But you can come with me and ask him that yourself.”

When Mark said he knew where Haechan had run to, you had no idea that convincing the University Rector to suddenly let you take a gap year was going to be the most difficult thing to do.

“What if I promise you that I will get a sick as fuck dissertation on this travel? You’ll get so much fame and so many people will want to come and study here.”

The woman was slightly swinging back and forth in her huge chair as if unsure.

“Well, if you write it the same way you speak, I’m not sold.”

You fought the urge to sigh. “I am the smartest person in Slytherin.”

“That’s not true. It is, in fact, Kim Doyoun-”

“Okay, I’m the second smartest person in Slytherin.” You felt your eyebrow twitch.

“What’s even the topic?” she looked bored.

“Parallel universes,” you were firm.

The Rector had to hide a patronizing smile. “Research on parallel universes.”

Your fist tightened. “I think it’s absurd how we have all sorts of magic, and we can fly and stuff, and we don’t believe in parallel universes and people - no, beings - travelling to them through portals.”

“What would these beings be?”

You were unsure. Angels? Demons? Could that actually be the case or were Haechan and his weird friend group pulling the biggest prank in history?

“That would be my my research question, ma’am.”

You were so convincing that you convinced yourself as well. Or at least, you tried to not think too deeply about it.

But when you reached the city Mark gave you an appointment in, you fought the urge to run back home.

What were you doing? Were you that stupid and gullible to believe a stranger and follow him around?

Maybe.

But Haechan has always looked very strange to you as well. His magic wasn’t of your world, and the way both he and Jeno disappeared all of sudden wasn’t normal. You had to find out what the hell was going on.

“You actually came,” Mark commented, raising his eyes from the phone he was holding.

The man was sitting at a small round table, in front of a café, a steamy coffee to blur his face.

You sat down as well and looked around.

People were walking by and not giving both of you a single glance.

Of course, you just looked like two normal people having a conversation at a café. You had no idea why you felt like an undercover spy instead.

“So, where is he?”

You meant Haechan.

Mark leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms on his chest. He looked so confident that it was making you feel anxious as if you somehow fell into his trap.

“He’s right here,” he tilted his head towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

You looked at it, snapping your head. Some employees were inside but none of them looked like Haechan.

“Not here here. In the Universe he is right now this place is not a café but a tarot shop. That’s where you’ll go.”

“A tarot shop?”

Mark nodded.

“And he’s there.”

He nodded again.

“How do I reach him?”

Mark extended one hand on the table. You looked at his fingers. The palm was facing up and he had one faint scar in the middle of it.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

You had no idea what you expected to happen as you leaned forward and slowly brushed your fingertips with his. But you expected it to be something.

Yet nothing happened.

No electricity, no headache, no vision, no portal transportation. Just you and that strange man holding hands.

For a second you thought he was some type of creep, and you gathered all the magic you could feel ready to blow him the fuck away. But then his eyes became completely white, no iris and no pupils, and you gasped.

In a second his eyes came back to their usual very dark brown and he smiled.

“Tomorrow, come back here. Have a good night's sleep, that’s crucial. You’ll find him inside.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked quickly before he could get up.

“I thought you wanted to know where he is.”

You cleared your throat. “I’m just generally curious about him and you and this situation. From an Academic point of view. I’ll write a paper.”

Mark nodded as if not believing one single word. “You’re useful to me.”

“How?”

“You’ll bother him a lot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to ask more questions but just like the first time he spoke to you, you blinked and he was gone.

That morning you woke up after a good night's sleep, completely unaware you were in a different Universe with the task of finding a man called Haechan.

Haechan, Jaemin and Jeno were in silence at the round table. The first had a concentrated face as if he were completely in his head. The second looked bored and the third was simply waiting.

“I know,” the Demon finally broke the silence. “Kimchi jjigae.”

Jaemin’s mouth opened while his eyes closed. “Unbelievable.”

Jeno looked like about to attack at any time. “Were you thinking about what to have for dinner this whole damn time? I thought we were on a mission.”

Haechan eyed the other’s veiny fists. “Chill out. I figured out the plan in the first three seconds and then I wondered about food for the rest of the time. Who do you think I am? I thought by now you would have known I am a genius. Olay, you-” he indicated to Jeno, “Selene. And you-” he said to Jaemin, “Doyoung.”

“I have to pretend to be Doyoung and romance Jeno, who's pretending to be Selene?” Jaemin asked, confused.

“I regret every waking hour that I helped you survive,” Jeno didn’t look amused.

Haechan sighed. “Jaemin, I did say you don’t have to think when I am around, but I didn’t mean you don’t have to use your brain at all.”

Jaemin leaned back in his chair with a smirk as if acting dumb has been his plan all along.

“I have to take care of Selene and Jaemin will take care of Doyoung. To push them together,” Jeno guessed.

Haechan nodded.

“And what will you do?” Jaemin asked.

“I’ll be the glue,” Haechan answered. “Selene is gullible as hell in this Universe. I was thinking something like giving her a Tarot reading. Telling her a man is coming and describing him exactly like Doyoung.”

He chuckled as if he was about to prank someone and the other two sighed.

“It’s going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

Haechan watched Jeno trip on his own feet and scratched his eyebrow. “Okay, maybe it’s going to be more so difficult difficult lemon difficult.”

“I don’t know why I have to pretend to be a girl. I can be her friend even if I’m a man,” Jeno was mad, hands on his hips and long black hair in his face.

“Stressy depressy lemon zesty,” Jaemin commented from his chair after having a good laugh.

“I need you to be her only friend, my dude. Every single person in her life it’s going to be just you.”

“That’s fucking crazy. I feel sorry for Selene,” Jaemin sighed.

Jeno, or the woman who looked like someone related to Jeno, sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. “This is going to take a long time.”

“Consider this a vacation. Let’s take it easy. Where are we rushing? We have eternity. My book-” Haechan patted an old tome resting on his desk, “says wine business. There’s no way in hell she’s into the alcohol business right now. I stalked. She’s in her last year of university.”

“You’re a stalker?”

“I’m a Demon. That's basically the same thing."

"I am a Demon, and I am not a stalker," Woman-Jeno lifted one eyebrow.

Haechan felt weird seeing him like that. "Did you really have to make yourself this sexy? What if Doyoung falls in love with you instead of Selene? No. What if one of us falls in love with y-"

Woman-Jeno disappeared to show a very angry Man-Jeno about to whoop Haechan's ass.

The day felt quite cold and you shivered after opening the front door.

Was it already sweater weather? The song played in your head as you turned around to run the stairs and grab something warmer from your closet. It would be nice for someone to hold both of your hands in the holes of their sweater, you thought with a melancholic smile.

But there was no one.

After wearing a clean hoodie you noticed the corner of a red and gold scarf, hidden under piles of hats and gloves. You’ve never seen it before and you wondered if your grandma put it there when she announced she was cleaning her closet. Perhaps a nice scarf was needed that morning, you realized. You grabbed it and felt it between your fingertips. It was very good quality and almost pristine.

Why did your grandma give it away? Then you shrugged and put it on.

Running the stairs again your fingers brushed over the “HC” embroidered on the bottom and you made a mental note to search the brand online.

It was the first day of work after graduating from university and the only company that accepted your CV has been this shady wine company. They barely had any information online but the contract seemed legit. Your task was managing the social media accounts so it made sense for them to not have anything prior if they hired you. Ideally, you wanted to do something more artistic. Like doing art for some weird brand or-

you stopped in place. A tarot shop?

You looked around as if checking if others were curious about the place as you suddenly got too but there was no one around.

Weird, you thought. It was a Monday morning after all.

Your eyes darted towards the shop’s glass windows again. It was closed and the lights were turned off. Your reflection looked spectral and you blinked seeing how your lipstick was a little bit smudged on your chin.

Haechan inhaled suddenly, eyes on the outside of their fake Tarot shop. Behind the glass, you were trying to look inside. It was closed so you thought no one could see you while you were touching up on your makeup in the reflection.

Jeno and Jaemin looked at Haechan first then in the direction he was staring at since they felt him freeze up.

Jeno’s eyes widened at the sight.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows confused. “What’s up with you guys? Do you know her?”

Haechan stood up in a second, knocking down the crystal ball from the desk with a shattering sound but Jeno’s iron fist stopped him by grabbing his forearm.

“Don’t.”

Haechan’s eyes were incendiary. “Let go.”

“No.”

“I said-”

“What are you going to do huh? Talk to her? Say what? You’re a Demon and you just talked in another universe a few days ago which felt like years? She doesn’t remember you.” Jeno scolded him but his expression relaxed as Haechan looked up, exchanging a look with him. He looked devastated.

“Haechan…”

Haechan shook his head with a tired chuckle. “No, you’re right.” He sat back down and rested his head in his palm, pretending to be busy looking in his book. The crystal ball turned intact on his desk as if it never fell.

“Haechan?”

“Jeno, it’s okay. I said you’re right. I’m not going to do anything stupid-”

“No, dumbass. Look!” Jeno lightly hit his shoulder.

You adjusted the big red and yellow scarf around your neck in the window's reflection. Haechan could see the bright “HC” letters on the bottom of it as you walked away.

Haechan had to fight the urge to search for you. The Y/N you were in this universe wasn’t like the Slytherin he grew to-

To what?

Love?

Haechan wasn’t in love. He couldn’t be.

He was a Demon.

Whatever he felt in that Universe almost disappeared during the travel, proof that it was the human flesh he wore to be attracted to you and not his real self.

But you were wearing the scarf he left behind. That was impossible unless that version of you was the Slytherin.

But humans can’t travel.

Haechan shook his head. He opened his book and sighed. In a few months, he’d give a tarot reading to both Doyoung and Selene.

Time flies when you’re pretending to be human.

The cards were neatly piled up and he smiled. Just a simple tool and it makes people lose their minds. He grabbed them and shuffled, pulling a card for himself.

The Tower.

He furrowed his eyebrows and suddenly exhaled like a dog sensing danger, eyes trained on the entrance. He turned all of the candles off while turning invisible.

“Is anyone there?” your voice could be heard before Haechan could see your face peeking through the crack of the door. He could feel you coming.

“Hello? I saw the lights on and thought it was open. Are you already closing?” you asked again.

You stepped in cautiously and looked around with tight eyes, unable to see much.

Haechan turned on one candle on the desk. “Who are you?” he asked.

You muffled a scream with your palms. Your wide eyes looked around again but Haechan was still invisible.

“I-” you tried to speak. “I am Y/N. I was interested in getting a reading.”

Haechan chuckled silently. You didn’t look like you wanted the reading anymore.

He turned on the rest of the candles and the room warmed up while he appeared from the shadows, this time gently to not scare you any further.

“Welcome. You can sit down here,” he indicated in front of himself.

You exhaled and blinked, eying him from head to toe.

When you decided to finally enter that Tarot shop after walking in front of it for weeks you didn’t expect to be met by a very handsome young man.

The place has been creepy for a moment but then it became so cosy that you felt at ease on the chair, staring at the way the man’s fingers were expertly shuffling the cards. It almost put you to sleep.

His hands were delicate but manly, with a single ring adorning them, and a silver watch on his wrist.

You thought he looked too modern for being in a Tarot Shop.

“Can you please blow on these?” he asked.

“Huh?” you lifted your head to look him in the eyes. They were very warm but with a piercing darkness you didn’t like, as if something bad would happen if you stared too much into them.

“Oh, sure,” you did as you were told, hoping you didn’t have bad breath.

The man shuffled again and spread them in front of you.

“I’ll let you choose,” he said.

His voice was melodic like a snake playing with its prey.

You looked at the back of the dark red cards then exchanged a look again. “I didn’t say what my question is.”

“I know without you telling me.”

That amused you and the seed of wanting to prove him wrong got the best of you. “Really?”

The man nodded with a little cunning smile.

“What is it then?”

He leaned back in the chair and pushed back his hair. He definitely didn’t look like he knew what he was doing. Was his grandma - the actual tarot reader - in the toilet?

“Will I ever find someone to hold my hands in the holes of their sweater?” he whispered.

Your heart dropped.

“How do you know that?”

The man’s eyes twinkled. “It’s my job.”

You suddenly didn’t feel safe anymore but not in a bad way. You looked down at the cards and you chose one, turning it.

It was the Page of Swords, or at least that was written on it. The image was of a young boy holding, well, a sword.

You looked up at the man for an explanation.

“You’re asking a good question. It also means that you might find a lover in some kind of mentor or a studying field.”

“I’m done studying. I’m working now.”

“We’re never done learning.”

That sounded like something an old grandpa would say and the mixed signals that the young man was giving, both young and millennials years old, were throwing you off.

“So, I’ll find a lover in a teacher?” you were weirded out.

“Maybe. Or you’ll find a lover while you research something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Is there something on your mind that you want to research?”

“I wanted to research this place,” you started then ended with a lower voice, realizing how that could sound to him.

You weren’t trying to hit on him, although he looked- well he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life. If you could have a lover to hold your hands in the holes of his sweater you’d definitely imagine him like the young tarot reader in front of you.

“Well, maybe you’ll find your lover like this.”

His expression didn’t give you any information on what he was thinking.

You looked back down at the card and pulled another one. It was Strength.

You couldn’t tell what that could mean regarding everything else. On it, a woman was grabbing a lion with the symbol of infinity on her head. She didn’t look afraid or tired. She looked at peace.

“Is that my lover?”

“The Lion?”

You nodded.

“That’s an enemy,” he explained.

“What? I don’t have enemies.”

The Tarot man’s eyes were flickering like the candles in front of him. “You have a task,” he whispered.

He looked like he was in a trance and for a moment it spooked you. The young man looked surprised. But then he looked at you. “Give me your hand.”

His tone was calm but intense and you didn’t even think of not doing as he said.

You noticed your fingers were trembling a little as you put your palm on top of his. His skin felt soft but firm, just like what you imagined a man’s touch would be like.

Nothing happened for a second but then the man screamed and got on his feet, holding his wrist with the other hand.

You got up as well, the incriminating palm to your mouth, watching in horror the way his fingers were turning charcoal black.

“What the fuck is going on? This is not a funny trick!” you accused him.

The young man didn’t pay any attention to you, his soft brown curls becoming jet black and straight in his eyes, the veins on his back popping as his mouth was open in a silent scream.

“I will- I will write a complaint!” you added, sure it was some kind of elaborate joke. “It is not okay to bring it this far!”

But then the man fell to his knees and on his side with a thud.

You ran around the table and crouched down, the sweat suddenly accumulated on your forehead making your eyes burn. Or maybe they were tears?

“Hey?” you whimpered, afraid to touch him a second time. “This is not funny, please stop,” you tried again and the drops that fell on his arm were tears, this time you were sure. They burned his shirt and blackened his skin. You put your palm on your mouth and slid back until hitting the desk with your blades.

With a loud thud the front door opened and a tall man appeared in front of you with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen on a human.

“What have you done?”

“I think you should sit down and have a cup of tea,” the young man you learned was called Jaemin addressed the tall and scary young man who interrogated you for what felt like while years while the Tarot man was lying unconscious on the couch. You were occupying the other one, right in the front with Jaemin, who kept pouring you tea although you didn’t want any anymore. The scary man never stopped pacing the room and you wondered when the floor would cave in.

“Don’t piss me off,” Jeno replied.

Jaemin rolled his eyes and although you were feeling sick to your stomach at the situation, his energy was very calming and healing, so you let the corner of your mouth turn up for a moment when he locked eyes with you.

“Maybe if you sit down, you can think better. I don’t think you’re able to do two things at the same time.”

“You think this is a time to joke.”

“I just got possessed by Haechan’s spirit while it left his body, I don’t know what to tell you.”

That was the first time they said the Tarot man’s name and you understood they were talking about him because they both stared at his unconscious face - Jaemin with actual worry that he was trying to hide with jokes and Jeno with love that he was trying to hide with anger.

You didn’t like the way Jaemin said that his spirit left his body.

They also said going to a hospital is not going to help so you stopped insisting. And when you asked who or what they were they didn’t reply.

Finally, when you asked what happened to Haechan, Jaemin made sure to assure you that you didn’t do anything wrong while Jeno was firm on the fact that Haechan would be awake if you never placed a foot in that shop in the first place.

You also regretted coming.

“Do you have any- adulterer adult to resolve this? Like a parent or a teacher?” you tried again with a timid voice. Jeno sighed as if annoyed to hear your voice while Jaemin poured some tea for himself and faced you like some sort of kindergarten teacher.

“That’s him.”

You took a few seconds to process.

“He-,” for some reason you felt too shy to pronounce his name, “is your parent?”

Jeno groaned again as if that would be his biggest nightmare and Jaemin laughed. “Not like that, but yes. For how weird it might seem, Haechan is the chaotic parental figure. If there’s something someone should know it’s usually him. If he didn’t foresee this happening, then we’re against-”

“Another parental figure,” Jeno interrupted.

Jaemin’s jovial expression dropped. The gaze he exchanged with Jeno was so intense and full of information that your intestines twirled on themselves.

“Why attack now?” Jaemin asked. You had no idea what was going on.

“He found a weakness,” Jeno replied and looked at you. His eyes weren’t kind.

“I am a weakness? For whom?” you were starting to get mad yourself.

That Tarot dude scared you to death, the other dudes interrogated you, keeping you there, blaming you for whatever happened, without wanting to explain anything, and now they accused you of something else too?

“Don’t answer that,” Haechan cawed.

Jeno moved so fast near the couch that for a moment you thought he teleported.

Maybe he did.

“Fuck man, I thought you were gone for good.”

“You would have liked to see me gone,” Haechan tried to cackle but groaned in pain instead.

Jaemin moved just as quickly and brought Haechan a glass of water. “Can you lift yourself? How are you feeling?”

“Oh,” his eyes were still closed, and he chuckled, “I feel like I’ve been to hell.”

The other men didn’t laugh with him and from their expression, it was as if Haechan literally descended into Hell in the past hour.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils were fixed on you, and you noticed how black they were. His burned hands were still black fading towards the middle of his forearms. You thought he’d leave prints on the glass, but he didn’t.

“Well, I didn’t expect that to happen,” he commented after finishing it. He let the others help him to sit up and when he extended his head back as if the movement caused him great pain you saw the lettering of a silver tattoo on his neck. You had no idea if he had it before. You slowly turned your head to the side to be able to see what was written but Haechan put a palm on it.

“Nosy,” he simply said.

You straightened your back, embarrassed.

“I think she needs to know,” Jaemin said suddenly.

They were talking about you as if you weren’t there. “What do I need to know?”

They ignored you. “I just need to stay away from her,” Haechan opened his eyes and stared at his burned hands with disgust.

“And will you?” Jeno wasn’t impressed.

“Are you joking? After the literal Hell I’ve been through? Of course, I will.”

You didn’t understand anything of what was being said but you somehow felt hurt.

“Okay, I am going home.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” Haechan stopped you in your tracks.

“Haechan,” Jeno’s voice was a low warning.

“I can’t let her roam around. Who knows what’s going to happen?” he explained extending his thin fingers.

“You can’t keep her near you. You’re Superman and she’s Kryptonite!” Jaemin added.

“I am a person, and I can hear you talk!” you raised your voice, and all the candles went off.

Jeno’s eyebrows were furrowed when he turned them on in the same instant.

“Was that you?” Haechan asked after a moment of silence. His tone was grave.

You gulped and stepped back. “No.”

They all exchanged a look as if to check if some of them did that instead, and then they looked at you again like some sort of Fates about to decide on your destiny.

“Get her,” Haechan spoke and in the same instant Jeno’s hands were on your arms, materializing in front of you.

Panic washed over you as you tried to escape but he was too strong. “Let me go! What are you doing? Back off!” you screamed.

Jeno’s body flew across the room, landing on the desk and crashing it. Jaemin stepped towards you, but you raised one arm and he got hung against the wall as if an invisible snake kept him in the air by the throat.

You turned around, trying to find a way to run towards the door by avoiding Jeno who was already on his feet and, if possible, even angrier than before. But someone’s shadow obscured your face and you realized you were mere centimetres from Haechan. You didn’t bother to understand how he moved so quickly to be there, but one thing you knew, your touch for him was deadly so just one little-

your body was frozen. You tried to speak but you couldn’t move, not even the tip of your tongue.

“Now,” Haechan sounded exhausted. “There’s no need to be this aggressive. We don’t want to hurt you. Although I see you have no issues hurting us.”

His eyes were even darker than before, accentuated by the black eye circles. He looked like someone who actually just returned from Hell.

“You’re going to get all the information you want but you need to be a good girl and stay here. Is this clear?”

As if he was giving you a choice.

“I’ll take it as a yes although you can’t move. Nice to see you again, miss Slytherin.”

You couldn’t remember when or how you fell asleep, if you did at all, or if they knocked you out instead.

But you woke up in a big white bed and you realized you were wearing soft orange pyjamas with sunflowers on. The shame and anger washed over you at the thought of any of those disgusting men undressing you while you were forcefully unconscious last night.

“I can sense you’re awake,” a voice you grew to find annoying could be heard behind the door. The room was spacious and airy. It was probably some guest room because it didn’t fit any of the dudes’ personalities.

“Can I come in? I have breakfast.”

“As if I have any choices to make,” you mumbled.

The door opened and Haechan walked in with a tray. “You can choose what to eat for breakfast.”

“Kidnapping, assault and battery, psychological abuse, conspiracy-”

“But I also have flaws.”

“Sexual-”

“Hey hey hey, no one did anything sexual,” he interrupted drawing the line at that.

“You changed me of my clothes into this!” you indicated your body. “While I was unconscious! Hell knows what you did to me!”

Haechan sighed and put the tray on the nightstand. Then he snapped his fingers, and you were back in your clothes.

They were dusty and sweaty.

“No one undressed you and no one did anything to you.”

You were still looking down at your body as if not believing you were awake.

Haechan snapped his fingers again and you were wearing a different set of clothes. Then another one.

Then a dress with heels.

Then a fur suit.

“Okay okay okay! I get it!”

Haechan snapped them again and you were back in your fuzzy pyjamas.

“Also, there was no assault, no psychological abuse, no conspiracy.”

“You did kidnap me though.”

Haechan thought about it for a moment turning his head to the side. “I did yes. It’s either kidnapping or me letting you go, but becoming your stalker. Choose.”

“I don’t understand why this is necessary.”

“Listen, I don’t want you here either, but I don’t trust you after what you did to me and-”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You sent me to Hell.”

“You went there on your own!”

“How do I know you’re conspiring with Mark or not?”

“Who the fuck is Mark? You’re so worked up over a dude named Mark?”

Haechan closed his mouth and after a moment his whole body started to shake. You realized he was laughing.

“I’ve never realized how simple his name was. Doesn’t sound like a villain at all.”

“Well, because maybe he’s the good one and you’re the villain.”

Haechan’s smile disappeared and with it all the warmth in the room.

When he walked in he looked like a normal young man, a boy even. His hair was back to his soft brown curls and his hands weren’t burned up to the elbows anymore.

For a second you forgot what he was capable of or what he did the previous night.

Now he was showing you a little piece of that and you felt your spine shake.

“You’re right. Maybe I am. That’s what everyone says anyway.” Haechan turned around and left the room without adding anything else.

You stared at the breakfast tray feeling a weird sensation of guilt.

The bedroom door was unlocked, you discovered, after taking a shower and debating whether you should trust the food Haechan brought you. But your growling stomach didn’t care so you had to trust that he still needed you alive, and if he had to kill you, he’d do it more interestingly.

You walked towards the corridor slowly, following the string of groans coming from what seemed like some sort of living room. It was almost identical to the room in the shop, and you realized you were probably on the second floor of the same building.

The groans kept going and when you peeked from the corner you were met with Jeno’s bloodshot eyes.

“I will kill you.”

You jumped in place.

“Now now, let’s calm down. It’s not her fault,” Jaemin talked with his kindergarten teacher’s voice and you noticed he was medicating wounds that made Jeno groan like that.

Then you noticed that Jeno was shirtless.

“What happened?”

“I went to see your grandma to make sure she’s not worried about you.”

You were surprised they’d do that.

“But the little grandma was a fucking wolf in disguise,” he added.

Jaemin chuckled. “Literally.”

You walked around to see wolf bites on Jeno’s back. “Oh my god.”

“Yep, a hellhound,” Jaemin explained.

“My grandma is a hellhound?” you felt your head pulsate.

“Of course, she’s not your grandma. You have no grandma because you’re not from this Universe,” Haechan appeared on the stairs.

He was addressing you but he didn’t look at your face once. “It was one of Mark’s henchmen tasked to make you believe you’ve been living a normal life here since birth.”

Haechan walked around Jeno as well and winced. “Why are they not healing?”

“Well, he’s a fucking dog from fucking underground and I’m an angel. My powers are limited.”

“You’re a Demon now. Stop using that word,” Haechan sat on the couch and exhaled as if exhausted. You wondered what he has been up to.

You felt just as exhausted, as if you started to watch a tv show in the middle of the season and you lost very important information. “What the hell are you all talking about? At this point, I think I’m due an explanation.”

Jaemin finished taking care of Jeno’s wide shoulders by the time Haechan finished his tale. You were sitting on the couch, the cup of coffee you were offered still intact and cold on the small table in front of you. Your muscles were stiff and your body paralyzed. This time, it wasn’t because of any of the dark powers those individuals possessed, it was just horror keeping you in place.

Haechan started from the beginning, recounting the time when he was an Angel (no, not the way you imagine, he scolded you when you asked about wings and halos), then he mentioned his departure from the City (that’s a story for another time, he cut it short when you asked what exactly happened), then he casually mentioned how he lived in this Hell Prison for millennials (time doesn’t exist, he rolled his eyes at the way you eyed him like he was some prehistoric grandpa), and finally, he recounted the way this dude, Kim Doyoung, came to his rescue and they signed a contract (contract with the Devil, you commented, and Haechan ignored you) to make him fall in love with his woman, Selene, in all lives possible.

“Well, and what does that have to do with me?” you asked.

“We met in another Universe while I was doing my little task and you’re from there.”

“How is that possible? I have no memory of it.”

“That’s what we’re trying to understand as well,” Jeno got up from his chair and grabbed a silky button-down, groaning a little when he lifted one arm to wear it.

“Do you have any proof of this?” you lifted your chin, surprised you still had a voice to ask questions.

Haechan’s eyes analyzed your features and your courage went missing.

“Your scarf,” he simply said.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked towards the entrance where your coat and scarf were neatly hanging.

Then you understood.

“HC,” you exhaled and got on your feet to go and grab it. The letters were there on the edge of the red and gold woven material. “This is yours?”

Haechan didn’t confirm nor denied.

“Why do I have it?” you looked at him then at the others. Jaemin and Jeno avoided your gaze. “Were we close friends?”

Jeno cleared his throat and mumbled something about work, heading towards the entrance. Jaemin scratched his forehead and just backed away into the kitchen.

“Haechan?” you hesitated. For some reason, you felt like you had to use “sir” or “mister” when addressing him although you looked roughly the same age.

The young man bit his lower lip then finally let his gaze fall on the scarf and then your face. “We were acquaintances. Same University. We talked before, that’s it.”

Your voice was a whisper but Haechan’s demonic ears were very sensitive. “Then why am I your weakness?”

He got up and passed his hands on the dark jeans.

“Never said you were,” he tried to walk past you but you took a step to the side and blocked him. Your hands, holding the scarf, almost touched his arm and he winced, putting distance between you two.

“Sorry,” you realized.

The fact your touch was deadly to him was making you feel upset.

His story had many holes and you still had too many questions.

Maybe the reading was right. Maybe you did have a task, some research to do.

But was Haechan the lover holding the cup with you, or was he the enemy, the lion, in that story?

“Is this Mark person my lover then?”

Haechan’s eyes became black. He seemed irritated. “How would I know that?”

“Well, I clearly have no memories so you’re my only source of information.”

“Since you’re here to kill me and I can smell his magic all over you, then yes, I guess you two fuck. And maybe you’ve been fucking the whole time and I had no idea,” he replied in a low voice before heading down the stairs. “If you have any more questions don’t ask them.”

“Then what about you?” you raised your voice so he could hear you from downstairs. “Are you my lover?”

Haechan stopped and you watched his back.

“Whatever happened in that Universe doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” he answered then disappeared from your sight.

The place was quiet, safe for a low metallic noise coming from the kitchen. You walked towards the noise expecting someone cooking but instead you were met with Jeno’s dark eyes, shining only when the reflection of the knife he was sharpening would hit his irises. They shifted towards you to give you a single glance. He looked like a butcher.

“Are your wounds better?” you tried to be friendly with that grumpy man.

Jeno sighed. “Yes, thank you.”

You adjusted your posture. He was being an okay person?

You remained both quiet for a few moments, safe from the knife sound.

“If you need to say something, just say it,” he lifted one perfect eyebrow.

In the mess of it all, you’ve never realized how good looking everyone was.

Truly angels.

Or demons.

You inhaled and shifted the weight from one foot to the other.

“Has there been something between me and-” you hesitated, “Haechan?”

The man listened and remained quiet for a moment. He got a sense of deja-vu.

“Oh, we– don’t talk much.”

Jeno looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Why is that?”

You shrugged. Then you shivered. Apparently, having nude shoulders wasn’t only offensive for the Headmistress but also inconvenient for the autumn cold.

“He stopped talking to me all of sudden.”

“Maybe it’s for the better.”

You looked at Jeno’s chiselled jaw. “Why do you say that?”

“Haechan,” he started, “is not a great man. You should avoid him.”

“Because he’s a Demon?” you mumbled.

“I don’t know,” Jeno simply said. “It’s not important.”

“It is important to me. I have no memories. If you want me to stay here, you need to trust me.”

“Thing is-” Jeno threw the knife across the room. Its blade hit the poster and hung on the other wall exactly in the middle. The man walked towards it and grabbed it, feeling it with his thumb as if not completely satisfied. “-we don’t,” he finished.

“It is not my fault I have a deadly touch.”

“Maybe you’re a spy,” he commented, lifting one leg and putting the foot on the table. His combat boots were huge and the knife slid perfectly inside.

“I am not a spy! I don’t have any memories.”

“If you want to prove yourself, be quiet, and stay away from Haechan. That’s it.”

You hated him.

You hated everyone.

Maybe that Mark dude was right. Maybe he was the hero and everyone here was the enemy.

Maybe you were conspiring against them.

Maybe Mark was your lover.

Maybe you were the spy.

Maybe maybe maybe.

Deep in thought, you didn’t notice Haechan behind your back checking whether Jeno was ready.

“We’re going in five,” his low but melodic voice announced, and you jumped in place.

He was dressed for some kind of hunt too, you noticed - or assassination.

Haechan wasn’t carrying any swords or knives but the shadows curling around his legs told you he didn’t need any physical weapon to kill someone.

“Where are you going?”

“To catch a little bird,” Haechan replied, his back muscles flexing as he warmed up his wrists. Jeno was jacked, but you’ve never noticed how to fit Haechan was as well.

“I’m coming with you,” you crossed your arms on your chest, faking confidence. If they were going to meet Mark, you needed to be there as well. Maybe seeing him would make you gain your memories back or make you understand something about that crazy situation.

If what they were saying was true, you weren’t of that universe, you didn’t have a home or a sweet grandma.

You had nothing to lose.

“No, you’re not.”

“I have magical powers,” you reminded them, the thing still surreal to you. You had no clear idea of how to use them.

Haechan chuckled.

“Mark would probably want to see me,” you tried again.

Haechan’s jaw clenched. His eyes were as sharp as Jeno’s knives when he looked at you, like two dark cuts in that perfectly spectral face.

“This could be a trap,” Jeno’s voice was grave.

“What kind of trap can this be if I don’t even know where you’re going?” you scoffed.

“She has a point,” Haechan shrugged.

You hated how they always talked about you as if you weren’t there.

“Listen, you’re a Demon,” you suddenly said to him. It sounded like an accusation although you didn’t mean it to be. “The Demon. Lucifer Demon.” you added.

“What’s your point? Don’t waste our time.”

“Are you really not capable of– I don’t know, entering my mind and seeing if I am actually conspiring with this Mark dude or not?”

“You’d have a mental block anyway. Mark came in contact with you and sent you here. That is for sure, even if you don’t remember it. The reason why you’d accept to do that-” he interrupted himself, “that’s what we don’t know. And that’s why we don’t trust you.”

“What if I was just trying to find you?” you tried.

Haechan’s eyes shone but he shook his head. “Impossible.”

“Why? If I understood everything correctly, you guys suddenly left my home Universe. Maybe I wanted to find you again.”

Haechan’s mind went back to the last words you told him.

“It’s all your fault. If you knew all of this from the start, you should have just let me go.”

“I don’t think you’d do that,” he simply said and turned around.

You felt powerless.

“Haechan, please. Let me come with you,” you whispered.

The Demon stopped in his tracks and exhaled as if annoyed. Then with a snap of his fingers, you got covered in firm black combat clothes. They were so heavy that you almost fell backwards.

“Just keep up with us if you don’t want to be left behind,” he mumbled, descending the stairs.

Jeno grunted and followed him.

“So, she is a weakness after all, deadly touch or not,” you could hear Jeno comment.

“Shut up.”

Holding Jeno’s hand to travel the space-time wasn’t as unpleasant as you initially thought. No falling and no head spinning. Just close your eyes and open them to a different place.

The unpleasant thing was his reaction though.

Jeno let go of your hand as soon as he could. You could almost see the way he had to force himself to not clean it on his pants.

You wondered if given other circumstances Haechan would have been the one holding it for you.

Your eyes darted to his fingers wrapped in something that reminded you of a sword but it was made of pure shadow instead. Then your pupils focused on the surroundings. It looked like an abandoned warehouse, nothing majestic and Archangel-like.

What if they couldn’t find Mark there?

“But you did find me,” a melodious voice whispered behind you. You screamed and turned around. Haechan tried to move between you two, but Mark was quicker.

One palm cupped your face and the other one slid on your waist. His lips felt warm and soft on yours, slightly ajar to make them fit almost perfectly together.

“Hello, my love. Thank you for bringing them to me,” he smiled.

You didn’t have time to process anything.

Mark - or whomever the person in front of you was - disappeared from your sight, harshly knocked down by Haechan’s thighs, tightly pressing on his throat.

“If you fucking dare to touch her again I will kill you.”

The view was impressionable, and you realized you were shaking.

On the surface they were just two young men, one on his back and Haechan knee on his throat, eyes hidden by the black straight hair you understood by now was his real appearance, and the tattoo on his neck finally fully visible - Donghyuck.

But it was their energy that you could feel, like two black holes about to meet and merge in the most explosive event in history.

“Unleashing your full powers on me, Haechannie? I haven’t seen you like that in so long.” Mark’s clear and calm voice echoed in the warehouse.

Jeno took a step, and you felt his hand lightly push you behind him.

He looked tense.

“And who do we have here? Commander Jeno Lee went to the dark side?”

Mark’s carbon eyes moved from Haechan to the other man. Jeno’s expression didn’t change but you saw the way his forearm’s veins looked more prominent.

Haechan groaned, pushing his knee further into Mark’s throat. “Enough talking. You sent her to kill me, yes or no?”

Mark didn’t look bothered although a choking sound came from his mouth, as if he was letting Haechan do that.

In fact, he grinned, with perfect white teeth, and appeared in a different spot of the warehouse, at a good distance.

Jeno’s arm snaked around you as if he was afraid Mark would take you with him and Haechan just slowly got up on his feet, as if he also let Mark do that.

“Y/N, darling, did I send you to kill Haechan?” Mark looked at you and you eyed his lips, moving slowly around the letters of your name, the same lips that kissed you just moments ago.

Haechan’s gaze was heavy, staring at every glance you and Mark exchanged as if he could read into that.

“I didn’t. You chose to come here and kill him yourself, right?” Mark answered for you.

And what you saw next made you gulp and want to lean on someone, but Jeno took a step away, as if he saw that fragment of memory too and didn’t want to be close to you anymore.

“A tarot shop?”

Mark nodded.

“And he’s there.”

He nodded again.

“How do I reach him?”

Mark extended one hand on the table. You looked at his fingers. The palm was facing up and he had one faint scar in the middle of it.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

“Enough,” Haechan’s voice was loud and deep.

You looked at him and his eyes were bloodshot with hidden rage.

“Unfortunately, I can’t get your memories back because you were the one erasing them but I can show you mine,” Mark spoke to you. “If you don’t remember me at least I hope you can sense what we,” he stopped as if a bit embarrassed, “shared together in the past, my love.”

You felt your throat close. Mark was standing there, chiselled face and perfect posture, his wide eyes looking angelic and the light shining from his essence as he extended his hand towards you calling to you.

Then you looked at Haechan, shadows slowly creeping around his feet and his eyes, sending shivers down your spine.

“You tricked us the whole time,” Jeno growled but Haechan stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Stop it. Don’t humiliate yourself.”

“You pretended all of that time. You make me sick,” Jeno didn’t stop.

His rage was burning so you took a step back. You had no idea what to think.

Mark appeared near you, but you didn’t know if you should feel any safer.

If what Mark was saying was true, he was your lover and for some reason you forgot, you decided to find Haechan and kill him, thus explaining your killing touch. A

nd from Jeno and Haechan’s reaction you must have become their friend while working in incognito and now they felt betrayed.

It all made sense. It all clicked together.

But for some reason you felt sick.

“Mark,” you whispered, slowly turning towards the Archangel. The tattoo of a pair of wings was shining on his arms in the same ink as the name on his neck.

“Yes?” he grabbed your hands with both of his and you let him do that, staring at the perfect nails for a moment.

“If you’re a good angel, why do you collaborate with hellhounds?” you simply asked, your fingers grabbing his palms tightly and making him wince in pain.

“Now!” you yelled.

Haechan appeared behind his back and grabbing his throat they disappeared together from your sight.

Your knees felt wobble and you sunk on them. Whatever magic trick you’ve done to Mark it took all energy from your body.

“Where are they?” you wondered. “You need to follow.”

Jeno took a few steps forward, eyes staring away as if ready to see them appear back anytime soon. “Haechan would kill me if I leave you alone and vulnerable. He can handle it alone.”

A cold sensation wrapped you. “They’re going to kill each other.”

“That’s the goal, yes.”

“Why? Why do they hate each other that much?”

“That’s a tale Haechan has to tell. I’m not sure of the reasoning myself,” he replied then turned to face you, eyeing you sitting down on the freezing and dusty warehouse floor. “Why did you help us?”

“I didn’t help you.”

“You didn’t go with Mark.”

“I don’t trust him. And no, I don’t trust you two either. I don’t trust anyone. I will not trust any of you. I helped myself.”

Jeno’s inquisitory gaze danced on you and his jaw flinched as if thinking whether that was another trick of yours or not.

“I got involved in something that has nothing to do with me,” you continued, a burning rage finally warming your body. “And that dude Mark is lying.”

“How do you know?”

You gulped, staring at your shaking hands, resting on your knees. “I don’t know. I can feel it.”

“You’re a Slytherin,” Haechan’s rough voice made you jump in place. “You people can sense lies.”

He appeared a few steps away from where he disappeared.

“Are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask, swiftly getting on your feet.

Haechan walked the distance and grabbed Jeno’s hand. The latter’s eyes unfocused as if he was downloading information then he nodded and disappeared.

“Don’t ask me questions as if you care,” his breath was heavy, and he unclasped the hard outwear to reveal the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

He lifted it.

Silver shadows were tangled around his torso, on his skin, and he groaned as if they were painful.

You didn’t notice when Jaemin came around, his hands on your back making you yelp.

“Take her home. I can’t touch her,” was the last thing Haechan said before you saw the darkness.

When you opened your eyes you were on the couch of that same apartment, familiar voices discussing in the background.

For a moment you wondered if everything you’ve been through has been a dream and if those voices were your family you couldn’t exactly remember because of the hazy of the dream.

But when you opened your eyes, reality crashed back on you.

“...lost him after that. Sent a few of them to Hell,” Jeno was narrating, sitting tall on a chair with crossed arms on his chest.

Haechan was mirroring him, sitting backwards on another chair, a tired Jaemin working on something on the Demon’s back.

The silver strips.

“Thank you, man,” Haechan murmured and Jaemin winked at him.

“What were they?” you asked, sitting up and feeling your head heavy.

Jaemin grabbed the strips he presumably took from Haechan’s body and sighed. “Angelic snakes or some weird stuff like that.”

You grimaced as Jaemin went outside to probably get rid of them.

“Why that face? You’re a Slytherin. Snakes are your thing,” Jeno commented.

You understood by now that everything they said made no sense to you.

“Where is Mark?” you asked instead.

The two men exchanged a look. “He escaped,” Haechan was the one to reply.

You took in the information.

“I guess you’re delighted I didn’t kill your lover,” he added.

“He is not my lover,” you replied back, still unsure of the dynamics. Haechan’s gaze was grave, and you felt unable to look away. Jeno sensed you two would get into a serious talk and wisely decided to walk outside the room in silence. The air felt thick and heavy afterwards.

“Can you just-,” you started, “can you do what Mark did? Show me some of your memories?”

Haechan looked away and grabbed his t-shirt, wearing it quickly. “What memories?” he asked.

“Of us.”

“None of them are exciting,” he replied as if wanting to end the conversation there.

You stood on your feet and walked the distance towards the chair Jeno abandoned.

“You said we were acquaintances. Mere colleagues in University. Yet you reacted like my betrayal, or whatever the hell I supposedly did to you, could almost kill you.” Haechan scoffed. “I didn’t react that dramatically.”

You didn’t say anything else, your gaze connected with his in a silent order as you sat down in front of him.

The young man sighed and you didn’t see him anymore.

You saw yourself in a uniform, a loose green tie around your neck. You were in Haechan’s body, staring at his memories from his point of view. Haechan jolted at the sudden foot hitting his ankle.

“If you don’t stop being so fucking creepy to women I’ll make you stop with my own hands,” you said.

Then the scene changed. Haechan swiftly put one hand on your nape and the other on your mouth in a mortal clasp. "That’s not something the whole campus needs to know, now, what do you think?" His whisper was so close that you smelled the sweet chewing gum on his tongue.

Then another day, you were writing in his hand because he took away your voice. “Oh my God, stop or people are going to think you’re into me,” he giggled teasingly. You let his hand suddenly fall and looked around scandalized. You could see the way you were flustered.

Then another. You were leaning on a wall, with Haechan in front of you. “Are you nervous?” he asked genuinely, gaze dropping to your chest as if he could actually see your heart through your flesh. You inhaled scandalized and covered your breasts with your arms.

Then other scenes, going quickly.

A peck in a corridor, then a full-blown kiss.

The feeling of his lips.

His hands on you.

His deep voice.

“So are you into demons? That’s why you’re into me?”

His thumb circling your back.

You sitting in his lap. His body pressed against you. A room filled with water, both wet, making out, his mouth on your bare breasts, your moans, his fingers inside of you, you palm swiftly around his-

“Okay enough!” you got on your feet.

You were panting and you could feel your body on fire. You brought a hand to your throat as if it could help you swallow the sudden lump.

You walked away from him, taking a few steps, but then you stopped, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“It’s okay. Don’t panic,” Haechan’s low voice was surprisingly sweet.

You eyed him for a moment. He didn’t look bothered like you, safe for the shining eyes and the nervous fingers pulling at a single thread of his shirt.

“How do I know this is the truth?” your voice was a whisper.

When you asked him to show you his memories you somehow didn’t expect you two to have been that… intimate.

“You said you know when people lie. What do you think? You think I’m lying?”

Your rational side was screaming at you to say yes, to run away from Haechan and his shadows, but your gut was pushing you towards him instead.

You didn’t know whom to trust.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know if you’re lying either,” he replied. “I don’t trust you. And now you know why your betrayal,” he paused as if unsure of what words to use, “was so surprising.”

“I don’t trust myself either,” you sat on the couch, away from him. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m a spy or not. I don’t know if I originally decided to kill you or not. I don’t know if I’ve always lied to you even when we-” you interrupted yourself and gulped, the flashes of his mouth on you making you dizzy. “So you’re doing well. Don’t trust me. Because I don’t know anything.”

The silence felt heavy and you could see the same inner fight inside of Haechan as well.

“Why did you stay with us?” Haechan looked young and vulnerable in his chair.

He looked the most human you’ve ever seen him.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You could have gone with him.”

“I don’t even know him.”

“Do you know me?”

You bit your lip. “Somehow I think I do.”

Haechan’s eyes felt almost warm and the setting sun made his skin lit up like honey.

How could Demons look like that?

You had no idea how you were looking at him but he suddenly sat up and turned around, one hand in his fluffy - and now back to brown - curls. “Ah, you’re fucking with my brain,” he mumbled.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “I am not.”

Haechan chuckled dryly. “For being a hag of a dark entity you’d think I would be more capable of not being manipulated. The human world always messes up with me,” he added the last phrase quietly, almost to himself only.

“I am not manipulating you. Since I’ve met you, in this world,” you precised, “I’ve done nothing but be truthful with you. I have no memories so of course I have no idea of my previous intentions and I don’t know if I am here now to look for you because I love you and you abandoned me or to kill you. Maybe both.”

Haechan’s eyes lit up at your words and he looked at you over his shoulder first.

Then he walked the distance so quickly that you inhaled and took small steps behind until hitting the couch with your calves.

“I will be delusional for a moment and believe Mark looked for you after I,” he gulped, “left, and you were angry at me enough to start working with him and come and kill me.” His voice was an intimidating whisper and you couldn’t help but feel the tension in all of your muscles. He has never been this close.

You could feel his warm breath on your face and the scent of his cologne. Your thigh muscles started to shake and you didn’t know if it was because of the effort of staying away from him, fear, anger, or-

“Would that make sense?” he continued. If he noticed your reaction his face didn’t communicate it.

“Why not?”

“Would your love turn into hate this quickly? Or maybe there wasn’t any love there in the first place and all of this time you’ve just been fucking that son of a bitch while playing me. Which one makes more sense?”

“You want me to hate you so badly,” you lifted your chin. Your thigh muscle stopped shaking and you leaned in.

Haechan flinched but he didn’t move away.

“You want me to look you in the eyes and scream that I hate you and I want you dead because it would make things for you easier, right? Why aren’t you honest with yourself?”

Haechan inhaled then scoffed. “You want honesty? What do you want me to say? That I’m happy to see you? That I hoped you actually came to find me? That it kills me to not be able to touch you because I might go to hell while that jerk can kiss you? That I might go insane anytime soon and actually touch you even if that means I’d go to the damned hell and take this whole shitty world with me? Fuck,” he turned around and you could only stare at his back getting farther away as he walked towards his chair, his shoulder blades moving up and down following his heavy breath.

You put a hand to your chest, feeling your own breath just as quickly.

“You already know about my touch. What else would have I prepared for your downfall? Nothing. I have nothing on you. You can trust me now.”

“You destabilize me. I am on a mission. I have a task and you’re here and all I think about is you. This is what you have on me.”

“This is also why you left, right? Your grand mission. Much more important than anything else. Much more important than me.”

Haechan didn’t say anything.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

“You can’t go anywhere,” he turned around.

“I’m not welcome here.”

“He’ll get to you.”

“Let him come.”

“Y/N.”

“Haechan.”

His name took you both by surprise.

“What do you want me to do then? Lock myself in a room forever so I don’t bother you and your task? I can’t be here, I can’t go away. What do you want me to do?”

“Just stay here. I’m not a piss boy. I can handle your presence,” he finally murmured. “And you can come in now,” he said louder.

Jeno and Jaemin awkwardly entered the living room.

“Thank God, I was starving and the fridge is on the other side of this fucking house.”

You didn’t sleep much at night.

The conversation you had with Haechan kept replying in your head.

His words, his feelings, his eyes, the scenes he played out for you.

You felt exhausted.

So much happened in the past couple of days that you felt like a brand new person.

You learned a lot but you didn’t gain any memories. They were tales told to you but you couldn’t find them in your brain or heart.

Was Haechan truly the one he said he was? Was Mark setting you up? Why did he pretend he was your lover then? Why did he kiss you? So many questions and infinite possibilities.

What if Haechan was right? What if you’ve always been on Mark’s side and you tricked him? But what if you actually fell in love? Or what if you were just looking for him? What if Mark was tricking you all?

You huffed and rolled on one side. Why didn’t Haechan bring you with him? Why did he leave you? You exhaled. You rolled on the other side.

“Stop huffing and moving. I can’t fall asleep.”

You opened your eyes in shock.

“What?” you thought.

“I said-”

You sat up. “Why are you in my brain?”

Haechan’s roll of eyes could be almost heard through the walls. “We’ve done this before. It’s called talking telepathically.”

“How is this possible?”

“I’m a Demon.”

“And me?”

“I don’t know. Technically you shouldn’t be able to reply back. Mark must have given you some sick powers while you two were fucking.”

You let yourself fall down on the pillows and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Again with this story. We’re not fucking.”

“You wouldn’t know that.”

“I’m not a cheater,” you were growing irritated.

“We have never dated. I wouldn’t blame you for it.”

“The thought pisses me off.”

Haechan didn’t reply but you could sense he was amused and pleased. You didn’t like that he infiltrated your head but a heaviness in your chest disappeared after seeing him in a good mood.

“How did you get into my head?” you asked again.

“You don’t have any blocks. Thought you did.”

“Does it mean you can look and see if I am lying or not?”

“I’d need to touch you for that.”

Right.

“Can Jeno do it?”

“No.”

“I thought he was also a Demon with your same powers.”

“He’s capable of doing it. But I will not allow it.”

“Why not?”

Haechan hesitated. “It’s very invasive.”

“Is it dangerous for me?”

“I’m not letting Jeno Lee see the depths of you.”

Oh.

“Alright,” you thought. “I will try to fall asleep so your demonic ass and your superhuman hearing can also rest.”

You expected Haechan to chuckle or at least reply with a grunt but whatever mind connection there was it disappeared.

You sighed and turned around again, fluffing the pillow with one hand. But the moment you closed your eyes you heard his voice in your head, low and warm but clear.

“I am sorry for abandoning you.”

You opened your eyes.

Haechan continued. “I thought I was making the right choice. You said you didn’t want to do anything with me anymore. I thought we were over.”

You didn’t know what to reply to.

“If I don’t complete this fucking important mission as you call it, I will vanish.”

“Why can’t both things coexist?” you asked.

“You’re human,” he simply said. “I thought you’d live a good life without me. I erased your memories. I don’t understand-” he interrupted himself and you didn’t know why. You felt a sudden lump in your throat and you didn’t know if it were you or you were just sensing his emotions. “-I don’t understand how you got here. This is why I don’t believe you came to look for me. Because you couldn’t have remembered me in the first place.”

You felt tears prickle your eyes.

“This is the moment to tell me the truth, please, Y/N. Maybe you enjoy torturing me but it’s too late to keep playing. Just tell me the truth.”

“I swear-” you started, “I have no idea. I wish I could tell you.”

No thought came from Haechan for a moment then he said a single “Alright.”

“Haechan?”

“Yes.”

“In the warehouse,” you started. “Right before Mark appeared, I had a thought.”

Haechan waited.

“I thought what if we can’t find him there. And the first thing he said-”

“But you found me,” Haechan completed the thought for you. “I don’t know if he can read your mind or whatever Archangels ended up being able to master all of this time I’ve been away. But it could also mean you might have a connection with him.”

“What kind of connection?”

“The spell you have on yourself. Your deadly touch. He obviously put that on you. I don’t know if by force or if you accepted it willingly. But it might explain things.”

“Do you think he can- listen now?”

“Maybe.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

“He can listen either way. And if you keep thinking about me maybe it will piss him off.”

You lifted one eyebrow, the flirty reply to your serious concern making you scoff.

Haechan didn’t say anything else but you could still sense his presence. It was weirdly comforting and it lulled you to sleep.

In the morning you discovered Jeno and Jaemin were on their missions to bring the famous Doyoung and Selene together. You didn’t even know them, but they were kind of pissing you off. The fact they needed a Demon to bring them together instead of actually working on it themselves was also ridiculous.

Haechan was downstairs, sitting down at his Tarot desk and staring into a glass globe.

“Are you actually spying on them? Like a stalker?”

The young man chuckled as you walked behind his back.

“That can’t be legal,” you added and sat down on the other chair in front of him.

Haechan lifted his eyes under his soft fringe and a mischievous twinkle sparkled in them.

“I am an evil Demon,” he reminded you.

You took a sip out of your coffee and sighed. “Well, I guess this is the least evil thing you’ve done off of your list of crimes.”

Haechan passed one hand on the ball and the images disappeared.

“Does that thing really work or is it your demonic power?”

“Just my demonic power,” he smiled.

“The tarots too?”

Haechan looked at the pile of cards with fondness. “Yeah. They’re just paper.”

“So did you choose the cards on purpose for me to pick?” you felt amused but betrayed.

“Actually,” he was still staring at the cards, “I didn’t.”

You looked at them too. “May I?” you asked and Haechan gave you a single nod.

The cards were luscious in your hands and felt expensive. You stared at the images on them.

“You said I had a task.”

Haechan’s eyes were on your fingers, unsuccessfully trying to shuffle them.

“I could feel that. Everything I said during the reading is true. You have a task and I wanted to see what it was about in your head, but-”

Your mind went back to his scream and the way he plopped on the floor as he touched your hand.

“Do you still think I am here to kill you and that I work with Mark?”

Haechan shrugged. “At this point I don’t know if I care.”

That stung your heart.

“What happens when you’re done with this Universe?”

“I move to another. And another. And another.”

You took a card from the pile and turned it towards you. Two of cups.

Haechan’s eyes fell on it too.

“And what about me? Are you going to take me with you so you’re not living in fear of me randomly attacking you or will you bring me back to my old Universe and erase my memories the way you did it once?”

The card had two people on it, both with a cup in their hands. Above them was a lion with angel wings. Below it was a caduceus - the medical symbol with two snakes.

“I still don’t know,” was Haechan’s answer.

“What does this card mean?” you lifted your gaze to realize Haechan was already looking at you, chin resting on his fingers. The sun was shining brightly, the last rays of the sun for that year, and his eyes looked like fudge. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was about to lean in and kiss you.

“Union,” he started. “Attraction. Love.”

You gulped and broke eye contact to stare at the card again.

“Longing for someone,” he continued. “Healing broken ties. Being drawn to someone.”

You felt difficulty breathing.

“Discovering a feeling is mutual,” he finished in a whisper.

You dared to look up again and regretted it. The sensation of him caressing you with his mind crept into your body.

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he replied.

“You’re doing something right now. My body feels-” you interrupted yourself feeling very ashamed.

Haechan smiled. “That’s called being turned on.”

“Well, stop turning me on with your demonic powers then.”

“That’s just human,” he explained.

You wanted to get up and run away but your knees felt weak. But if you stayed there you were afraid you would end up touching him. His hand was on the desk, mere centimetres away from you.

“I am dangerous for you. Please go away,” you almost mewled.

“Mark really has a hidden sense of humour,” Haechan exhaled, stretching his arms back and sliding his chair away from the table. It looked as if it took him a huge amount of effort to do that.

“He doesn’t want me dead. He wants to torture me,” he added, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Can I ask what he is for you?” You felt better to have Haechan at a healthy distance and the air started to flow normally in your lungs.

“I don’t even know,” the Demon murmured. “We used to be friends. Then he betrayed me. In his perspective, I betrayed him, so I am not sure of the current dynamics.”

You remained quiet.

Haechan’s adam’s apple moved up and down in his throat and you realized you were staring at his silky skin when his gaze connected with yours instead.

“I don’t think I could ever have any desire to kill you,” you found yourself murmuring.

The young man’s lips stretched in a little smile. His dark and lazy expression felt like burning your face and at that point you had no idea if it was his demon powers or just human emotion as he said.

“I am glad,” he replied.

“I really wish you could trust me. I can help you.”

Haechan got up, the tarot cards still spread in front of him. He dragged his fingers on top of them when a card flipped out. It was the Knight of Swords.

“How?” he asked although his furrowed eyebrows gave him the air of already knowing the answer.

You got up as well. “I can spy for you.”

He shook his head before you could finish.

“Haechan-”

“No. I can’t bear the thought of you with him.”

You closed your mouth. His silver tattoo was slowly appearing on his neck and the way his hair darkened all of a sudden gave you the impression that he was losing control.

You really wished you could touch him.

“Aren’t you curious as to why I am here? How I got here? In another universe? Why I am still me and not my counterpart?”

“Yes, but you will not do anything about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Haechan,” you took a few steps towards him. The man turned around.

“Stop saying my name like that,” he sounded pained.

His back was right in front of you, wide in his black t-shirt. You didn’t notice the tattoo he had on it, peeking a bit from under his collar to his nape. You wondered how the design looked like and why he concealed it before - what that meant for him.

“I can almost feel your gaze on me,” he whispered.

“What happened when I touched you? Was it painful? Was it really hell?”

Haechan didn’t reply for a few moments, and you bit your lower lips. Perhaps you shouldn’t have asked.

“You don’t have to know,” he turned around slowly. His scent engulfed you in the movement and you felt your throat close.

Maybe you looked at each other for too long. Or maybe you were imperceptibly getting too close, but he inhaled.

“We can’t,” he added with the same tone. You didn’t know what expression you had on to make him say that, but you knew what he was talking about.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know,” you repeated, rubbing your knuckles on one temple. But you couldn’t move away. “Fuck.”

You turned back your seat and exhaled.

Haechan was motionless in the same spot.

“What does the Knight of Swords mean?” you asked, eyeing the flipped card. You desperately needed to think about something else.

The young man turned around the chair and sat on it with his chin resting on his folded arms.

“Action,” he simply replied.

You smiled. “That’s it?”

Haechan’s expression relaxed. He hummed. “Do I look like an actual Tarot Reader to you?”

You chuckled. “To be honest, not at all. When I first arrived here I was expecting some old lady or something.”

Before you could add something else an older lady was sitting in Haechan’s place and you suppressed a little scream.

“Oh my God. Can you actually do that?” you put one hand to your mouth.

The lady chuckled slowly. “Cool, huh?”

“Okay okay, go back, please. This is creeping me out.”

Haechan’s features appeared back on the woman’s face, and he was there again. You looked at each other for a longer moment and you forced yourself too look away.

“Is there any fun reading I can get? I’m sick of future and predictions.”

Haechan hummed. “There is one.”

You stared at his ring then at his wristwatch, not wanting to risk looking him in the eyes again.

“What is it?”

“Would you be interested in knowing your sexual energy?”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “You’re going to make it all up on the spot, aren’t you?”

Haechan’s little smirk was daring. “Try it out and don’t blame me if it’s too accurate.”

You exhaled and stared down at the spread.

You grabbed a random card and turned it around.

“Chariot is self-restraint. Quiet alone time. Might indicate edging or masturbation.”

You gulped. “You can’t possibly know all that from a card, can you?”

Haechan chuckled and shrugged.

“Do you want another card?”

You inhaled and bit your lower lip. You wanted to prove him wrong. With a decisive movement you flipped another card and watched the way Haechan stared at it. It was the Devil. You lifted your chin.

“Now don’t tell me I’m into chains and stuff because it’s drawn on it.”

Haechan’s eyes shone under his eyelashes. “No. This is Temptation. You want something very badly although you know it’s bad for you. It’s about wants, desires, lust, carnality, senses, pleasure and all things erotic-”

“Alright!” you stopped him.

Haechan licked his lower lip as if enjoying himself way too much. “The object of desire can be some kind of forbidden love, or-” he stopped.

You waited.

“It’s the Devil card. Maybe you really desire, I don’t know, some kind of Demon,” he concluded and you huffed when you realized where he was going with that. You grabbed the card and threw it at him. He caught it with his perfect teeth and laughed.

“You’re playing with me right now.”

“I am being truthful. Pick another card.”

You inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm your nerves. The last card was the Queen of Wands. It looked innocuous and you wondered what story Haechan will make about it.

“Mmm,” he hummed pleased. He grabbed it and turned it towards you, keeping it in front of his face. “Making me blush,” he murmured.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What does it mean?”

“This is someone who is shy.”

“I am not shy,” you tried to argue although your knees were starting to shake.

“Then,” he thought about it for a moment, “modest. Takes a while to relax.”

You gulped. His eyes looked feline and his voice sounded lower and smoother.

“The virginity card,” he continued.

You opened your mouth to speak but you stopped. Haechan waited.

“I have-,” you started then stopped again. “I don’t know if-”

Your eyes searched for his as if he could have any information. Haechan’s cheeks bloomed with a very faint shade of red that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t that close to him.

“Last time I personally checked you were still a virgin, if that’s what you wanted to know,” he gave you the answer. “It doesn’t matter though. This card talks about wanting something pure, not necessarily the literal meaning. The sensation of doing it for the first time. Being taken care of,” he added.

“Have we never-” you tried to speak again but couldn’t finish.

“Virginity is a construct, it doesn’t exist.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. “I know I know. Just- I just want to know what-”

“We never had penetrative sex, no,” he concluded.

You wanted to hide at the choice of words. He chuckled.

“Next card?” he offered.

“I don’t think I want to do this anymore,” you rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand to cool them down. But the little smile on his face and the intimate moment made you enjoy his company and you didn’t want it to end. So you flipped yet another one.

Nine of wands.

Your gazes met again after staring at the piece of paper.

His lips looked plump when they moved to speak. The sun setting made the room dark and the few candles just accentuated Haechan’s jaw and the shadows on his chiselled face.

“It means - keep going,” he murmured, “don’t stop, again, I can’t take this anymore, please.”

The air felt heavy and you desperately wanted to walk away and get a breath of fresh air, but for some reason your brain was telling you the only way to breathe properly was by kissing Haechan’s lips.

The sound that escaped his mouth was almost a plea, as you got up and placed both of your palms on the desk right in front of him. He lifted his face to see you. His eyes were begging and you didn’t know what for.

“Tell me to stop,” you whispered. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you leaned down and Haechan’s soft fringe moved gently under your shaky breath.

He gulped and the view of his desperate expression made you almost whine. “I don’t think I can take this anymore, please just-”

You couldn’t finish the phrase. Haechan’s lips on yours felt better than you could have ever imagined and his hands grabbing at each side of your face, pulling you towards him made you melt in his touch. For a moment or many, you couldn’t think. You weren’t brain anymore or conscience. You were just lips and skin, just lungs to breathe in his scent.

But then he wasn’t there anymore. The abrupt separation made you exhale and you opened your eyes.

But Haechan didn’t disappear. He was in front of you, eyes wide open and shining, surprised as you.

You were probably mirroring his expression. “Are you okay?” you tried to speak.

You lifted one hand to place it on his face as if not believing he was there, and he closed his eyes, letting his head rest better in it. “I am okay,” he whispered. Then he placed his own hand on top of yours, sliding his face to kiss your palm. Then he kissed it again. And again. Then he pulled you closer, getting up so fast you didn’t make sense of how he made you sit on the desk getting so close that the only thing you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and let him guide the kiss the way he wished. It was only when he started to adventure on your jaw instead, going around it to reach the soft spot under your ear that you managed to breathe out.

“What about-” your fingers dug into his shirt, gathering the material underneath them, “the curse? The touch?”

Haechan ignored you, peppering wet kisses all over your throat, making your breath quiver and your legs tighten around his hips.

Your hands moved from his hard shoulders to his hair, finally sliding your fingers into the thickness of it, feeling how soft it was. Every touch on your skin felt like burning and you didn’t know if it was good or bad but it felt so nice you didn’t want him to stop.

“Haechan,” you moaned when he slid his thumbs on top of your bust, pulling down your shirt for a moment and the bra with it. His hands went to your spine, supporting you and pushing his face against your breasts, making you throw your head back. The view made him grunt and he came back to the base of your throat, sucking on the tender skin until it stung, and wetting the spots with his tongue. That tongue then slid into your mouth again, both whining into each other’s mouths, too hungry for touch to let yourselves breathe properly.

“You look like you’re in pain. Are you sure you’re okay?” you managed to talk again as he rested his forehead on yours for a moment.

“I am in pain because I feel like I’m going to cum in my fucking pants any moment now,” his eyes twinkled and your thighs twitched under his fingertips, gently going up and down on top of your jeans. “I don’t know why I am still here and not getting tortured somewhere underground right now but I want to make the most of it if perhaps I need to go soon.”

The implication of that made your skin shiver. You didn’t know if you wanted to know what the most of it meant.

“Are you scared?” he murmured against your ear. “You can tell me to stop and I will,” he repeated the same thing you told him. But just like him, you remained quiet.

“Please take care of me,” you only whispered and Haechan’s eyes never got that dark, not even when he saw Mark.

He could have snapped his fingers and gotten rid of your clothes, but instead he took his time, slowly sliding his fingers underneath your soft sweater, feeling the warm skin of your stomach, fondling your body until getting it off completely, all while his tongue never stopped swirling with yours.

The circles he drew on your back going to unclasp your bra could have been some ancient language that only expressed love because you couldn’t have imagined that kind of touch to mean anything else.

And when the fabric of the clothes touched the ground and you were naked in his arms he finally let your lips go, breathing heavily against them, and slid his t-shirt off by the collar, piling the indument on top of yours. His chest against you made you whine and grab at his toned body.

He was hot at the touch and his scent made you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck to get more, while his quick but delicate hands reached the button of your jeans.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmured against the crown of your head and you did as he asked, supporting yourself on his shoulders.

He pulled at your bottoms, sliding them down your thighs, his gaze never leaving yours for a moment.

Your chest brushed against his nose and he reached down, peppering kisses all over your cleavage. You mewled when he let go to get rid of your jeans and you inhaled deeply, holding tight on the edge of the desk when he dropped on his knees to free your ankles off the fabric and started to gently kiss them. He came up your legs, accompanying his soft trails with his hands, feeling your body until reaching the softness of your thighs.

You imperceptibly tightened them and his eyes darted towards you. It was a silent command and you felt like covering your face with your hands as you opened wider for him.

“Good girl,” his breath was hot and the sound of his voice vibrated along your skin getting you goosebumps. Your body was flinching at every touch and the closer he got the faster your chest rose and fell, until you couldn’t take it anymore and just moaned his name, pushing your hips against his face. You heard him chuckle and he didn’t waste any time. The feeling of his tongue on your clothed clit made you gasp and you pushed his hair off his forehead.

“Can I mess up your hair?” you murmured.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he replied, his husky voice travelling down your core and making your spine curve.

You got it now. Everything Haechan showed you from his memories was true. The heaviness of his feelings, the desire, the fear, the passion, it was all real.

You couldn’t imagine not being his lover. While you were there, spread for him and at his mercy, you couldn’t imagine not being on his side, not falling in love with him.

The little tug at your panties made you focus your thoughts back on him.

“Are you perhaps getting bored, gorgeous?” he clicked his tongue.

You felt like laughing and shaking your head.

“I’m just thinking-” you started but the way your panties were slowly descending down your thighs and knees while Haechan wasn’t touching them made you interrupt yourself.

“Yeah?” he kissed the inner thigh and you shivered, the thought of him seeing every centimetre of you from his position making you unable to focus anymore.

“I was thinking that I am sure of it,” you repeated.

Haechan’s soft and plump lips made their way further between your legs and you closed your eyes for a moment all breathy.

“Sure of what, darling?”

“That you’re my lover and I am definitely not here to kill you,” you explained with a certain difficulty.

Haechan stopped right above your sweet spot and you had to bite your lower lip, the anticipation making you lose your mind.

“A little kiss made you sure of it?” his eyes were dark but amused.

He looked breathtaking.

“You know it’s not just because of a little kiss.”

Haechan’s breath was hot and tingly on your sensitivity. “I know,” he replied and didn’t give you any time to adjust as he gave you a slow and deep lick on your clit making you gasp loudly.

He hummed pleased at the reaction and he repeated it, again and again until he was satisfied with the sounds you were making. Then he went lower, dipping his tongue inside of you, making you grab at his hair.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered and you heard the buzz of his laugh at your word choice.

Your thighs got closer as he increased the speed and you noticed the red tint of his ears pressed against your skin.

It made your chest bloom with affection and it just increased the shivers on your spine as he kitty licked and sucked on you, the hums against you sounding more and more hungry.

His hands felt wide on your ass as he pulled you even closer to his mouth and you had to support yourself on his shoulders.

“Please,” you started to chant at the way he flicked his tongue.

His jaw flinched and the moment he directed his gaze on you, two deep cuts under his messy hair, your whole body trembled in his arms.

He lifted his hands and you intertwined your fingers with his as with a last suck you came against his tongue. His name was on your lips like a mantra, laced with swears that to Haechan’s ears sounded like the most divine compliments. His warm mouth was still on you when your breath started to slow down and the little licks he’d give your pulsating pussy made your whole body jolt in spasms.

“Enough, please,” you mewled at the overstimulation and Haechan listened, peppering kisses on your stomach instead, going up to gently bite the underside of your breasts, sucking on the spot, before giving your hard nipples a cheeky lick.

You hummed, brain still mush from the high, but body already reacting to Haechan’s touch. He didn’t stop this time, letting you feel his wet and hot tongue, sucking on one bud then another, diligently.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and you let him slowly push you on the desk until your back was resting on top of the Tarot spread. With the corner of your eyes you saw the Devil card and you wondered if it was alright for you to get fucked on it.

As if reading your mind Haechan murmured against your neck. “As much as I’d love to take you on this same desk you need to be loved properly on my bed instead.”

His voice was so husky and deep that you felt yourself getting wet again and the way the stubble on his chin felt rubbing against your throat just stirred you even more.

“I am not against you taking me on this desk,” you slid your palms on his face and brought it to yours, kissing him slowly.

“That’s going to be for the next time, when I can bend you over it,” he replied against your lips and before you could realize it, your back hit a mattress instead and Haechan’s weight on top of you felt overwhelmingly good. His scent was all around you, his pillows, his room, the sheets you had to grab onto as you felt his delicate fingers dipping inside of you.

The wet sound felt even dirtier in the dim lights of his bedroom, the deep silence interrupted only by the slow pumping and his mouth on your chest.

His name came back on your lips and you found yourself spread even more for him to reach deeper inside of you. Like a switch, he found your sweetest spot and your body seized up, curling your toes in the air.

“There it is. I didn’t forget it,” his amused whisper lingered on your lips, mixed with his moaned name. He curled his fingers so deliciously, hitting the same spot repeatedly as fast as your quick breath.

“I am going to cum, I am going to-” your quickening voice announces and Haechan hummed deeply.

“Yeah? Cum for me again, baby, let go.”

“Fuck,” you dug your nails into his body and the last thing you saw was his veiny forearm stilling between your legs as you pushed your head into the pillows.

“Good good girl,” Haechan’s voice brought you back from the radio silence your brain threw you in. “You need to relax a bit so I can get my hand back,” he added with a light chuckle and you realized his fingers were still buried deep inside of you as you clenched around them.

You tried to catch your breath and focus your gaze on him. Not once in your life you’ve felt that inebriated.

And when you felt his wet fingers on your lips you just opened your mouth and sucked on them slowly with a hum, letting your tongue on the underside of them.

Haechan inhaled. “I know you’re so fucking dirty. I just want to discover it little by little,” he leaned against your ear, sliding his fingers off your mouth. You let them go with a plop and gulped as he dragged that wet hand on his lower stomach, putting a little show for you as he reached his cock and lazily stroked it. He groaned softly and the small fuck that escaped your mouth at the view made him lean back down, resting his wide hand near your pillow and making you watch the way he aligned himself to your needy pussy and softly pushed inside.

You pressed your face against his forearm at the sensation, grabbing at his bicep and he exhaled.

“God,” he murmured, “you’re perfect.”

You whined again, feeling stretched and full and he searched for your eyes after stopping moving. “Are you okay?”

He rubbed your face with one hand and kissed your cheek, then your temple. You let out a faint yes and wrapped his neck with your arms, pulling him into a deep kiss. You felt him growing inside of you a bit more and the thought of feeling him all made you clench.

“You can move,” you whispered against his lips and he gave you another small kiss before gently pushing his hips forward. The first thrust was smooth and it made you open your mouth to breathe better, the second made you curl your toes and the third, deeper, made you roll your eyes back.

“Demon or not you’re going to make me nut so fucking quickly,” Haechan’s voice was breathy.

“You can cum wherever you want to,” you entangled your fingers in his hair. The man rubbed his face in the crook of your neck.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me or I’ll break you,” he replied and as a demonstration his hips snapped and you gasped at the way he managed to bottom out.

“Does it hurt?” he murmured and you shook your head unable to speak. “Does it feel good?” he tried with a little smirk and you nodded, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips.

“Fuck, baby,” Haechan thrust once, then twice, until the wet sound got drowned by the skin-slapping sound of his hips against your ass.

Haechan’s bed started to creak and he pushed one hand on the headboard above your head, giving you a better view of his body moving inside of you.

“Shit shit shit,” you grabbed at the sheets, pulling and twirling. Haechan grabbed them and held them on each side of your head, intertwining his fingers with you to let you squeeze as hard as you wanted to. His mouth was so close to yours but you were both unable to kiss. You’ve never thought of how hot a whining man could sound and the thought of you being responsible for those sounds made your head even dizzier.

“I want you to cum inside of me, please,” you begged and Haechan moaned harshly against your neck.

“Ah shit I can’t-” he choked on his breath and rose to his knees, pulling out frantically and releasing on your stomach.

The view knocked the breath out of your lungs. His messy hair partially hiding his lustful eyes, his chest, his veiny hand still stroking his cock, his plump abused lips still letting small groans escape.

His cum was hot on your skin and you desperately wanted it inside of you.

“Give me a second if you don’t want my child,” he exhaled, a lingering amusement on his now relaxed expression.

“What are you trying to do?” you asked, the thought stirring something in you.

“Contraception,” he lifted one eyebrow.

“And if I want the child?” you smiled.

“Don’t mess with me,” he leaned down, giving you a quick peck. Whatever demonic magic he did was done already because he didn’t miss any more time. His cock felt heavy on your lower stomach, and when he started to rub it between your folds, his tip pushing against your clit, your arms flew back around his neck. The slick made him slide back in so easily that you could just gasp.

“Hmm, yeah, you’re taking me so well.”

The praise went to your fucked up head and you could just throw your head back and moan his name again.

The pace was so fast and his thrust so deep that you could feel him inside your gut. Haechan messily kissed your lips and face, murmuring low shhs and nothingness in your ears, laced with curses with his husky needy voice.

His body was hot, caging you underneath him and you felt so full and so safe, you felt loved and desired.

The emotion that bloomed in your chest imitated the feeling nesting in your stomach, about to burst.

You wanted to tell him many things but you couldn’t find any good words, so you just pulled him tightly and brushed your lips together, chanting his name.

“Cum for me again, baby,” he grunted and you spasmed in his arms as he pushed you into the mattress again and again until your shaky moans and eyes rolled back in your head making him still inside of you, feeling you rhythmically pulsating around him.

The sounds he made as he released inside of you were the most erotic thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

You jolted in your sleep, feeling around you and finding the bed empty but warm.

“I’m still here,” Haechan murmured, his shadow getting closer. The bed dipped as he laid down and you inhaled his scent as he slid under the covers to pull you to his chest.

“I thought-” you started but then stopped, the image of Haechan screaming on the ground after your touch still haunting you.

“I didn’t go anywhere. I am fine,” he added. His arms felt strong around your shoulders and his gentle hands slowly rubbing your head and back were lulling you back to sleep.

“Jeno said it’s possible that the curse lifted after we touched the first time. Single usage.”

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest. You couldn’t clearly see his features but his eyes were shining in the dark.

“You’re saying that we could have touched all of this time and we just didn’t?”

Haechan’s soft chuckle warmed your face. “Mark humour I guess.”

You rested your head back on him, listening to his calming heartbeat.

“Are the guys back?”

Haechan hummed. “It’s Christmas. Selene will arrive soon. I expect Doyoung to come by in the night of the New Year.”

You nuzzled your head further into him and Haechan turned to the side, resting his face on top of your head. The little peck he left warmed you all up.

“I want to come with you wherever you go,” you whispered.

Haechan didn’t comment.

“Promise me,” you tried to lift your head to see his eyes again but a sudden light invaded your irises.

You wanted to scream and ask what was going on, but Haechan was on his feet already with you behind his back. You put your hands on his back to balance yourself.

“Oh fuck,” he exhaled and turned around. “Hold onto me tight! Never let go!” was the last thing you heard him say as the floor opened and swallowed you both.

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petals and peaches (II) | lance stroll

lance stroll x reader

wc: 7261 words

warnings: controlling relationship (not an f1 driver, oc), physical abuse, emotional abuse, eating disorder/not eating, smoking, SMUT, estie being the comedic relief

wildflowers and fruits (part i)

petals and peaches (part ii)

summer roses and winter strawberries (part iii)

carnations and clementines (part iv)

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He couldn’t breathe. In less than 5 hours, Lance had gone from hopeful to hopeless. He had left the venue, storming off to the lift with Mick and Charles, before a taxi ride in silence back to the hotel. His friends were trying to comfort him despite their own shock and sadness regarding your engagement. Pierre had even noticed a tear escape from Lando’s eye, his face mirroring that of a young child finding out about their parent’s divorce, confusion, anger and sadness all present as he questioned everything he had thought to be true in the world.

Lance had gone straight to his hotel room, ignoring his father’s calls, shoving his clothing and toiletries into his suitcase, not bothering to fold them. As he zipped it up, squashing it closed with his arm, his phone began to ring again. He went to hang up for a fifth time, not wanting to talk to his father, angry at him for the hand he had to play in this, starting the butterfly effect that lead to you being trapped with Harry. Lance could live with you not choosing him, it would hurt and he knew he would never move on, but he would survive. But you with Harry, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to make it through this, knowing you were in trouble.

Looking down at his phone, he was met with a picture of his sister, holding tightly to Daisy in her arms, pulling a funny face, Chloe’s name across the top of the screen.

“Hey, Chlo” Lance muttered. He assumed she had heard from someone what had happened, why else would she be calling him when she knew it was 3 am in Singapore?

“Hey Lance, I heard what happened. I am so sorry.” Chloe was the first person Lance had ever told about his infatuation towards you, sitting with his sister in an Italian restaurant after the third round of the F4 season, describing the kind-hearted, speed demon that was his teammate.

“What am I going to do, Chloe? I have nothing left, I truly lost my chance.” Lance had finally let himself utter his new reality, one where you never ended up as his, not his best friend, not his partner, not his wife one day.

“I know you don’t want to talk to Dad, I understand but he has a jet for you to go wherever you want before Suzuka. I would take it if I were you, escape and clear your head for a bit.” Chloe hoped her brother would take it and allow himself a tiny part of the joy he fully deserved.

“Ok. I’m coming home, Chlo. I miss you and Monaco right now. I need a Daisy hug too I think.” The siblings both chuckled at that, Lance allowing himself to smile, even just for a second.

“She is here actually, let me FaceTime you.” With that Lance’s screen changed, and a bright, smiling face with tiny little teeth appeared before him. “Say hi Uncle Lancey.” Chloe cooed to her daughter, as she gurgled and babbled as she reached for the screen showing Lance’s face.

“Cute little suit there Daisy, a good number too.” His niece in an Aston Martin green onesie with a big ‘18’ on the front. “She watched your whole race, Scotty did too. He is off training now though. But we are all so proud of you.”

“I am going to head to the airport, I will see you all soon.” Lance waved goodbye, putting on his best happy disguise for the little girl and hanging up.

He sighed as he stood from the bed, looking over the notifications he received throughout the duration of the call before his eyes fell on an important-looking email.

Lance swiped more tears from his eyes, turned his phone off, threw on his sweater, pulled the hood over his head and headed for the airport, avoiding the paparazzi that were lurking around, attempting to see the newly engaged couple.

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“You were such a good girl for me tonight, it looks like you finally learnt how to behave, hmmm?” Harry was towering over you as you lay on the bed beneath him, dress and heels still on from the event prior. Your makeup, however, had travelled down your face, staining as it went, washed by your tears. “You really didn’t think this was ending, did you? Me being engaged to the only female Formula 1 driver is the best business move I ever made. You are going to make me rich, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek with force. Maybe it was the fact that you had been given a few too many celebratory glasses of champagne or because at that moment you were at rock bottom, but you bit back. “I thought you were already rich, isn’t that the point of a sponsor, you give me money, not the other way around?” You raised your eyebrow at him, feeling slightly more powerful than you had in a while before a sharp sting spread across your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare! Remember what happens when you get too cocky? You don’t want little Lance losing his-” Both of your heads jerked towards the hotel door, a knock echoing through the suite. “Clean your face up, I will answer it” With that Harry pulled himself off you and headed to the door, not bothering to fix his hair or tie, hoping the person knocking might get the hint and leave.

“Ah! Sebastian, Mrs Vettel! What a pleasant surprise!” Harry was a bit awe-struck standing in front of a 4-time world champion and F1 legend. “We just thought we would come around to celebrate our little one’s engagement,” Hanna said cheerily, however, her hand trembled within her husband’s grasp, fear soaking over them at the plan they had come up with. “She is like a daughter to me so it felt only right that I come and size up her partner, you know?” Seb clapped him on the shoulder, chuckling at the threat he had disguised as a joke. “I mean, it’s not just me, she has about 7 world champions that would make sure you never hurt her, HAHAHAHA!” Seb’s laugh was over the top and he was using all his energy to relax his jaw and look jovial. Harry chuckled back, trying his best not to show how the words rattled him.

“There she is!” Hanna said loudly, pulling you into a hug, hands clutching to you tighter than they ever had before. “Hey, sweetheart!” It was Seb’s turn to pull you into his arms and it took everything in both of you not to burst into tears again. “What are you guys doing here?” You asked, panic and happiness radiating through you. “Well, we have a little present for you, as part of your engagement.” Seb looked at Hanna. “I have planned a little girl's trip to Nice for us. I had a look and the wedding dress shops there are phenomenal and I know you always said you wanted me to be there when you got your dress.” You quirked your eyebrow slightly. You’d never once said that, in fact, the idea of wedding dress shopping stressed you out, but you knew what was happening. Your heart fluttered at the fact that they hadn’t given up on you, that they knew you didn’t want this.

“Oh my goodness, Hanna, you didn’t need to do that! I am so excited! How amazing is that, Harry?” You turned to him, the presence of the Vettels once again filling you with more confidence. “Oh, but that means I wouldn’t be with you. I don’t know if I could do that.” Harry half-joked, trying to signal with his eyes that he was unhappy with it. “Nonsense Harry, you and Peaches will have your whole lives to be together. Take it from a married man, you will regret not taking the peace and quiet while you can.” Seb chuckled in order to stop himself from throwing up, the misogynistic joke tasting like cough syrup in his throat, but he knew his target audience well. “Ok, but only for a few days,” Harry said, sighing.

“We’ll wait here, Blossom, go and grab your luggage, I even got us a private jet,” Seb explained, resting against the doorframe, allowing him to see into the bedroom where your bags would be. You quickly threw everything in, watching as Harry silently stalked you around the room, trying to find an area where Seb couldn’t see him but it was no luck. “I will see you later, honey!” You gave Harry a kiss on the cheek while Seb grabbed your bags and off you went, the Vettels flanking you as you walked down the hallway.

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You had passed out from exhaustion as soon as you got on the plane, your body realising that you were finally safe and making up for the 3 months of lost sleep. When you awoke, a warm glow was coming through a curtain and your body was wrapped in a fluffy duvet. You shot up, not knowing where you were, your survival instinct kicking in. You froze, listening as you heard voices softly chatting in another room. You hopped out of the bed, making your way to the mirror, your make-up was off, no doubt thanks to Hanna and you had been put into your pyjamas, a pair of long pink polka dot pants and an old Schumacher championship shirt. Your eye was looking rather purple but you didn’t care right now.

As you opened the bedroom door, following the voices, you were greeted with a pleasant surprise. Walking into the living area you were met with your loved ones. Seb and Hanna were in the kitchen, cutting up some cheese and placing crackers on a board. Mick was attempting to help but was being shooed away by the Vettels who were telling him to relax. Charles and Pierre were sitting on the couch playing Xbox, trying to smack-talk each other. Esteban and Lando were watching, standing behind the couch, telling the boys to ‘go to that one’, ‘shoot it, shoot it!’. You looked over to the balcony, the door was open, letting the beige linen curtain dance in the wind. As it moved you could see Lance, leaning against the railing, staring out at what you recognised as the Yacht Club of Monaco. Well, this wasn’t Nice.

“This is definitely not Nice, Hanna.” Everyone in the room turned to you, smiles dropping as they took in the purple spot around your left eye. “Good morning!” Seb wrapped his arms around you, holding you longer than he ever had. “How are you feeling?” He asked, holding you at arm’s length, looking you over, trying to pay as little attention as possible to the bruises forming on your skin. “I feel the best I have in a long time, thank you.” You smiled warmly, looking up at him.

“You slept for like, 18 hours straight, ma marguerite,” Charles said, pulling you from Seb into a hug. You could feel his body relax as he held you and you realised how worried your friends were for you. “I think we all should talk,” you said. “Can I make us all some tea first though?” you asked, knowing that the favour wouldn’t make up for the shit show that was abandoning them all but nevertheless felt like a start.

After everyone had flowed into the dining room, finding a seat at the long table, you got to work putting the kettle to boil. As you moved around, grabbing tea bags and sugar, you heard footsteps. Spinning around, you were face to face with Lance who was leaning on the kitchen counter. “I like your shirt,” he said, pointing and chuckling. You looked down at it while attempting to smooth the creases. “Thanks, me too” you chuckled back. All you could do was stare at him, he was wearing a pair of grey tracksuit pants and a white t-shirt and with the glow of the Monaco sunshine behind him, he looked like an angel. He was an angel, a guardian angel that you just might let save you this time around.

“Would you like to, um, maybe have dinner with me tonight? Like just the two of us?” Lance scratched the back of his neck, looking down at the countertop. You felt your facial muscles instinctively lift. “I would love that but considering Harry doesn’t know I am in Monaco I don’t think getting spotted by the fans or the media is the best idea”. You genuinely wanted to say yes, sit across from him under candlelight while you both quietly whispered imaginary stories about passers-by to each other, just like you used to, his hand perched on your knee, rubbing calm circles with his thumb.

“Well you’re in luck, my mother always insisted I knew how to cook homemade pasta in case I ever needed to impress a pretty girl and it seems today is the day.” It was hard for you to ignore the way your cheeks heated, a feeling you had missed. “You have yourself a deal, 18” and with that, you extended your hand across the counter to shake his jokingly.

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“Je m'en fous, Charles ! Je vais le tuer. Couper la conduite de frein de sa voiture ou tenir sa tête sous l'eau de cette fontaine stupide et odieuse chez lui.” (I don't care, Charles! I am going to kill him. Cut the brake line on his car or hold his head under the water of that stupid, obnoxious fountain at his house.) Pierre had stood from his seat at the table, having enough of Charles trying to calm him down. “Ich kann das nicht glauben, Hanna.” (I cannot believe this, Hanna) Seb was at a loss, feeling as if he might throw up any moment.

“Guys! English, please. I can’t understand you at all.” You were shaking from your explanation. You knew telling them would hurt more than living the last 3 months of your life. While everyone continued to discuss and process the revelation, you felt a hand appear on your knee, a soft squeeze and circles being traced upon your pyjama pants. You looked up to see Lance, who was looking across the table at Mick and discussing a plan of action.

A sense of nostalgia flooded over you and at that moment you felt like you were all younger again, back in the junior categories, sitting around a large table on race weekends, the novelty of travelling not yet lost on you all as you played card games, drank soda and stayed up later than you should after races, every weekend feeling much like a sleepover. It felt nostalgic because you knew that you had looked at Lance like this at age 14 and here you were, 10 years later, still looking at him with the same sense of admiration and love. Unbeknownst to you, Seb and Hanna had stopped to watch, allowing the view of young love to wash away their sadness for a second. No one in the room, well except for Mick and Esteban who had sworn to secrecy, knew still about your relationship that was ripped away from you. But the Vettels knew young love, they had also met at 14 and recognised the glances from themselves years prior.

“I don’t know if I am even allowed to speak about this,” Lance started, the rest of the room dropping silent and turning to him, subconsciously understanding the importance of his words. “My father mentioned that something was happening behind closed doors in regard to Harry. I don’t have any more details than that but it sounded bad for him. Maybe we should wait and see what he says. Can you wait? Will you be alright?” Lance shifted his gaze from the group to look down at you sitting next to him.

You were terrified, and the idea of having to go back to Harry scared you but the look in Lance’s eyes told you that he wasn’t letting you get away so easily this time. “As long as you all save me before October 15, I can wait.” You smiled at Lance before extending that smile to everyone. “Did you have any control over the guest list?” Esteban muttered, again focusing on a rather unnecessary topic. You shook your head, thinking back to how he selected who should be there. The only reason Lance got an invite was because of the sponsorship. “Ok good. Because I didn’t even get invited.” You laughed, a full-bellied, closed-eyes laugh at his response. You weren’t sure why, it wasn’t that funny but it felt good to be around everyone and the laughter felt like sunshine surrounding you.

You all chatted for a while before people started to excuse themselves, promising to be back tomorrow around lunch. It was Mick, Lance and yourself who were left before Mick was standing up and hugged you goodbye. “Is this your place?” You were surprised, you had assumed it was a hotel or the Vettels. You knew it wasn’t Scotty and Chloe’s place where you and Lance usually stayed when you visited Monaco. He finally got his apartment here, it made you smile.

“Penne Alla Vodka still your favourite?” He glanced at you from the pantry. Your coy smile returned again knowing that he remembered your favourite pasta. He smiled back and nodded, taking your smile as an answer. “Can I help with anything?” You felt a bit useless just sitting at the kitchen counter watching him cook for you.

“Actually yes you can. I have a little wine cellar cupboard down the hallway, can you go and grab one you like for me, please?” Lance smirked at you, knowing that the task he gave you wasn’t at all strenuous or helpful in making the pasta. You sighed and shook your head before standing up and walking down a hallway you hadn’t seen until now.

As you left the kitchen, you saw that the hallway was lined with photo frames. As you walked, you paid close attention to them.

Lance sitting on the tyre of his Williams car before his first season in Formula 1.

Lance winning his first race in karting, his Tony Kart suit swamping him.

Scotty, Chloe, Lawrence, Claire-Anne and Lance together at his sister’s wedding.

Yourself and Lance at your first FIA gala, leaning into each other at the table, toothy grins on your faces and silly peace signs being shown.

Lance, Esteban, Mick, Callum, Marcus and yourself sitting around a table playing Uno at a Ferrari Driver Academy training camp.

Little Daisy, his niece and your god-daughter, falling asleep in his arms the first time he met her, you sitting on the back of the couch, looking at them in awe.

You stopped at a picture right before the wine cellar, the butterflies erupting inside you. It was a picture of mostly the Canadian snowscape, pine trees and snowy mountains but in the corner, you were decked out in a snow jacket, boots, beanie and gloves. It took you a moment to place it but you remembered that trip for your 17th birthday. Lance had taken you to Canada and you had stayed in a quaint cabin. You had both drunk way too much wine and ended up in Lance’s bed together, confessions of love spilling out of your lips as you shared your first time with each other. It ended in both of you agreeing that it would be too complicated to date a fellow driver and so you both squished your feelings down low, dating other people. The picture held a weird sense of youthful excitement and a sense of sadness at what could have been if you had decided to get together then.

“Etno Rossa?” You questioned, holding up the bottle to Lance who was stirring the pasta on the stove. “God you are good. Perfect!” He took the bottle, opened it and poured a rather large glass for each of you. You weren’t going to complain, in fact, you thought you both deserved it.

You had sat at the table, eating pasta and drinking wine. Lance was scared that things might feel weird or different, but they didn’t and he was thankful. Thankful that you hadn’t become a person he didn’t recognise. Thankful that Harry hadn’t taken away everything that was pure and good in your heart and soul. “I am going to get us another bottle” Lance had said, quickly getting up and almost sprinting down the hall, not wanting to be away from you for a second longer. He came running back, sliding along the wood floors, bottle in hand with a focused look on his face, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he drifted along. You laughed and clapped for him, impressed that he stuck his landing as he poured some more for you.

After 2 bottles of wine between you, you were both ready for bed. “Do you mind if I have a shower?” Lance gulped, trying to keep the image out of his head out of respect. “Of course, Petal. It is this door here, there are towels in there. If you need anything though, this is my room here” he said, pointing down the main hallway to the left. “Thank you so much, goodnight Lance.” You propped yourself on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck for a hug. He held you back and you knew neither of you wanted to move. You pulled away first, muttering a goodnight before heading into the bathroom.

As the warm water fell over your face, you thought about Lance. You thought about how you had never gotten the chance to say sorry for breaking up with him via a letter in his driver’s room. An envelope addressed to him with a kiss of your red lipstick on it, containing your short letter of how you had to leave him, confessing that he was too good for you and he would be better off without you. You hadn’t lied but you knew he was heartbroken.

Drying yourself off, you put on a fresh pair of pyjamas you had found in your bag while hyping yourself up to apologise. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to say sorry to him, apologise a million times for the way he got roped into all this but apologising meant that he had the chance to say it was for the best or that he didn’t want you again. It felt all too real now.

Lance jumped out of bed at the knock on his door, his heart racing that you might not be ok. Seb had warned him that you may experience nightmares or have trouble sleeping, a common side-effect of the situation you'd been placed in.

“Are you alright?” he said as soon as the door flung open, making you jump slightly in place. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He mentally smacked himself. “Yeah, I uh, I actually just wanted to apologise to you, Lance.” Your eyes met the floor, unable to look at him. “No, that's ok, you don’t have to.”

“No, but I do. I left you with a note that didn’t even explain what was going on and then you had to see me turn up to the next race with Harry of all people by my side. You were never once rude to me, you defended me still to the media and you looked out for me. That was so sweet of you and I owe you an apology. I am so sorry Lance. I didn’t want to do it. I never did.” He studied your face, an apologetic smile on his.

“Can I ask you something?” He was nervous again. “Of course, anything.”

“Why did you do it? I mean obviously, he is a controlling…” He let out a sigh to calm himself. “He is an awful person but why did you decide to date him, why didn’t you try and tell someone? I am not blaming you, I never could, but I just need to know.” He grabbed your hands in his to hold them gently. “He threatened that you’d lose your seat, he said he has control over the team lineup next year and he knew that you were my biggest weakness. I had to protect you.” Your voice cracked at the end and your hands broke from his to wipe at your eyes quickly.

When you looked back up at him, he was smiling softly, studying your face. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again. Before you both could think about it, his hands were on your waist, pulling you into his chest and your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lips meeting in the middle.

Despite the haste to connect to each other, the kiss was slow and passionate, Lance bringing a hand up to hold your jaw softly. You thought for a second about the fact that you had a fiance and that he wasn’t the man you were kissing right now but you felt no guilt. The man you were kissing right at this moment was who you had always loved and who you wanted to marry one day instead.

You both broke apart with a gasp, filling your lungs with the oxygen they had been missing, resting your foreheads together. Lance chuckled to himself, unable to believe that he had you in his arms again. “God, I have missed you,” he said softly into your ear as he kissed your neck softly over and over again. “Lance, I have thought about this every day, dreaming that I would get to do this again.”

You let your head fall back, exposing more of your neck to him, a soft moan escaping from your lips as he found the spot he knew you liked. Lance groaned back, hearing the sweet sound he was able to elicit from you. “Jump” was all he said and you did just that. He carried you over to his bed, laying you down gently before almost taking a step back to take you in.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” You grabbed his hand pulling him back onto you, his hands catching him on either side of your head as he lay over you, careful to put no wait on your healing body.

Your lips locked again but this time you both weren’t taking it slow. Lance softly bit down on your lip, a moan parting your lips for his tongue. You held onto his cheeks, wanting to feel as much of him at once.

His kisses trailed down your face to your neck. Lance had always been happy to pepper your skin in soft love bites but you could sense his concern now, not wishing to purple anymore of your skin, being gentle with you.

Your hands found the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, quickly breaking your kiss before throwing it to the side. It was your turn to be on top, you thought, quickly flipping you both over so that you were straddling him now.

“I forget how strong you are sometimes.” Lance let his hands rest on your hips as you ducked down to repay the favour, kissing and sucking the skin along his neck before dipping to run kisses down his sternum and abs. You could feel the muscle contract under you as you went and you felt your core heat at the feeling. You sat up again and looked at Lance, his breath heavy. His hands danced at your shirt hem, silently asking permission. You nodded.

“My god, you are so fucking gorgeous.” His hands travelled up and down your sides and he found himself mesmerized by you, the moonlight making you glow. “Can I… can I touch you, ma fleur? I want to make you feel good.” “Please, please touch me, Lance.” It had been three months since you had been pleasured and while Harry fucked you nearly every night, you couldn’t remember the last time you had your own release or even felt any joy while in bed.

“Lay back and let me take care of you.”

Lance trailed down your chest, kissing and sucking each breast as he went. You were unable to hold yourself together any longer, a string of moans leaving your mouth, your fingers tangled in his long hair as his tongue flicked over your nipple.

“You’re so sensitive to my touch, angel. So good.” The praise was new for you again and it went straight to your pussy. “I want to taste you, Mon Ange.” Lance was kneeling on the floor in between your legs and just the sight alone made you see stars.

“Please, I need your mouth on me, Lance.” He moaned back, making short work of your pyjama pants. As you lay there, finally naked again in front of Lance, your cheeks began to heat and the embarrassment of how your body looked now overtook you. Lance noticed you close in on yourself and was right back up beside your face before you could blink.

“Hey, hey. Are you ok? Do you want me to stop? We can stop right now, at any time, I promise.” He cooed softly to you, wiping some strands of hair away from the sweat that had started to form on your face from the weather and from the way Lance had been kissing you.

“No, I don’t want to. I Just… I know I look different and I’m sorry.” You looked up into his eyes, an apologetic smile on your face. You couldn’t deny it, the way your collarbones now protruded from your skin and your hips had lost their fullness, you were a complete 180 to how Lance had seen you on your last final night together.

“Hey Petal, that is ok that you look different. You have been through so much and with that your body has changed. However, I have never looked at you once in 10 years and thought that you looked anything other than breathtaking, even now.” His words moved you and you grabbed his jaw, showing him the importance of his words through a scorching kiss. “Thank you.”

Lance trailed back down your body before hooking your legs over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs up to where you needed him the most. Before you could even beg, his tongue was on you, soft kitten licks making you inhale sharply, throwing your head back against the pillow.

“You taste like heaven,” was all Lance muttered as he continued to fuck his tongue into you, his nose rubbing over your clit, evoking growing moans from you. Lance was eating you like a starved man and you guessed that in a way you both were starved from this. Looking down at him, you made eye contact and just the look in his eyes made you nearly unravel right there. He had made you a mess, as he always had but there was no lust inside you. When you looked at him, butterflies erupted in the very pit of your stomach and all you could do was breathe his name out.

“I want you to say my name like that again. Please.” His cool breath against you was all you needed to say it again, the word repeatedly tumbling louder and louder from your mouth as he brought you closer. “That’s it, good girl. You sound like a dream. Come for me. Want to see you cum.” Lance was as breathless as you and you knew you were so close. His hands gripped onto your hips tighter but never hurt you, he would never hurt you.

“Oh my god, Lance, I’m… I am going to come,” was all you could get out in between your flurry of moans and whimpers. “I’ve got you, let go.” And that was all it took. With that, your head dug into the mattress, your eyes rolled back and Lance grabbed our right hand, thumbing small circles on it as you came. H helped you ride your orgasm, soft licks to you before you were squirming.

Lance came back to lie beside you, stroking your hair and kissing your lips softly. “I don’t think I can ever get over you, Princesse,” he said, smiling down at you, his stubble and lips glowing under the moonlight and it made your core begin to tighten again. “That was amazing, thank you so much.” With that you sat up, dropping to your knees in front of Lance.

He chuckled and for a second, your heart sank, had you gotten it all wrong? He didn’t actually want you? He saw your face drop and he reached down, two fingers pushing your chin up to look at him. “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.” Your smile returned before he pulled you up, lying you back down again.

You watched as he stripped his pants off, finally matching your level of undress. You had to stare, you didn’t know when you’d get to see this again and you didn’t want to take any chances. He wasn’t as tall as Harry, but he was substantially taller than you. You used to tease him when you first met as you were just taller than him back then but he caught up and surpassed you quickly. He had let his hair grow out a bit more this season and it reminded you of watching him race in 2020, a pastel pink suit and luscious hair as he stood on the podium twice that year, you watching him from below, Prema shirt adorning your body.

He was ripped, there was no denying it. You all had to be, it came with the job but it was an added perk. His skin was not as tan as you remembered it but we all hadn’t been getting to sunny destinations as much as the season grew closer to Abu Dhabi.

“Lift your hips up for me, mon amour.” His request pulled you from your thoughts and you complied, feeling one of his silk pillows come to support you. “Are you ready?” and you nodded, pulling him down to kiss you again.

“You tell me if you want to stop at any time and we do ok? No questions asked.” He kissed your jaw as he whispered in your ear. You nodded again, already feeling too dazed to answer.

Lance lined himself up with your slip, his lip between his teeth as he tried to compose himself. He was slow and gentle despite the way he looked like he needed all of you at once. “Merde” was all he hissed as he bottomed out, bending down again to kiss your cheeks over and over, giving you time to adjust.

“Lance, please move, please, I need you.” That was all it took for Lance to begin thrusting into you, the sound of skin slapping and both of your moans filling the otherwise quiet room. Your nails dug into Lance’s back, trying to keep yourself grounded. He groaned at the sensation and picked up his pace, strands of hair falling near his eyes from the momentum.

You don’t think you had ever felt so good and so beautiful than in that moment, your cheeks were flushed, your eyes fluttering shut and your hands gripping at any part of Lance’s skin you could find. And then it all stopped. You opened your eyes to find him looking over you, chest heaving as he looked at you with so much admiration.

“Why did you stop?” “Just… let me look at you.”

Just like you, he was taking in everything, worried that he may never get to do this again. You both pushed the thought from your mind as he started again, leaning over you this time, your legs wrapped around his toned waist as you brought each other closer to orgasm.

“All yours. Only yours.” The phrase fell too easily from your lips and Lance moaned loudly at it. “I know baby, I know. You’re all mine, always have been.”

His pace was unrelenting and you could feel yourself falling apart more and more. His words were like magic on you and his praise made up for your lack of talking after the last few months. Every breathy gasp, every throaty moan and every mention of your name from his tongue was like pure gold.

Lance felt the same, looking down at you, he felt his heart swell as your cheeks flushed and lips parted so beautifully to make way for your pleasure to be voiced. His hands were laced in yours, pinning them just above your shoulders as he thrust into you.

His hips began to stutter, not from exhaustion, he could never tire of you below him, making the sounds that you were but because he knew his orgasm was only moments away.

“God, you feel so good around me. I��m getting so close, baby.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so bad, Lance. I am never leaving you again. Please baby, please.” Your mind was intoxicated on him and it had loosened your lips, all the things you had to keep inside for so long, coming out.

“Darling, you have… fuck, you have no idea. You’re the only thing I think about at night when I am alone in my hotel room, you are my only release.” The brutal honesty may have seemed over the top or too much but for both of you, it was the confirmation that you were meant to be. That all those years of friendship, of pining, had meant to lead you here, to each other’s arms and hearts.

“I’m really close, angel. Where do you… where - fuck!” He wanted to come inside of you, the animal part of his brain wanted to claim you as his own, send a signal to Harry that he only temporarily had you, that you had always still belonged to Lance. But the only thing that Lance wanted more was for you to feel good and so he asked and would never force you into anything, he knew you had been for 3 months and he never wanted to be like Harry.

“In me, I want you to come in me, Lance. Please!” Your eyes were watery, the pleasure becoming too much and you knew you needed him. It seemed like the rawest form of intimacy and that is all you ever wanted with him. Harry never had the privilege and Lance was the only one who ever would.

“Marry me, please - oh fuck - marry me, ma belle.” “I will, I will, I promise. Fuck, Lance, I’m going to-” and before you could finish your sentence, you were seeing stars and high-pitched moans leaving your lips and you could feel Lance riding out his orgasm, moaning your name over and over.

He came to lay softly over you, still inside you, pressing small kisses over your face again and again until you knew there wasn’t a square centimetre that hadn’t been touched by his puffy lips.

“You were so good, blossom. So good for me. Are you alright?” He was stroking your hair, looking down on you like you hung the moon in the sky every night. “I am so much more than alright. Thank you. You were amazing, you are amazing.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, eh?” you giggled as his Canadian accent became more prominent. It always had when you were together when he was his most relaxed.

Lance watched as you relaxed, your eyes fluttering closed and your body melting into the mattress. He left to the bathroom, turning on the water before coming back to you. He placed an arm around your shoulders and an arm under your knees, hoisting you up, carrying you bridal style to the shower. He set you down, making sure you were steady on your feet before grabbing a handful of soap and washing you. You stood there, completely still, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of someone looking after you. He massaged your shoulders before washing your arms, breasts, stomach and legs, carefully avoiding every sore spot on your body.

Your eyes fluttered open at the loss of touch, Lance guiding you under the water to rinse you. As he reached for his shampoo, you stopped him, reaching your hand out expectantly. He sighed and handed it over to you. You reached up to Lance’s hair, before depositing the shampoo on it, pulling a face as you had to quickly stop it from running into his eyes. He chuckled at you and pulled you closer as he watched you concentrate on lathering his hair. You giggled to yourself as you made it into a mohawk before trying to recreate Elvis’ iconic hairstyle.

Lance was exhausted from the last few days but he would have stood there all night, or morning, he didn’t know what the time was, if he got to watch you smile to yourself at your antics.

“Did you mean it?” You said calmly as you finished washing his shampoo out.

“Mean what?” Lance had a suspicion but wanted to be sure before making a fool of himself.

“Marrying you.” You laid your head on his chest, letting your finger trail over his freckles, giving you an excuse not to stare into his eyes. The warm water enveloping you both in that moment together. After a few beats of silence, you looked up at him, a look of expectancy on your face. You had read his silence as rejection when it was really composure.

“Yes. I mean every bit of it.” He kissed you on the forehead tenderly. “I guess young boys don’t really think about marriage or their soul mate or even love that much but I still remember when I knew. It was Mugello I think, I was really down because I hadn’t managed to put it on pole all weekend for the first time that year and you tried to cheer me up all weekend. We had gotten rained out for the first race and it was cancelled and everyone was just so down but you went back to the trailer and dragged out those silly little drift karts you had gotten for your birthday. We reeked so much havoc that day, you, Robert and I just speeding down the paddock. René was chasing after us yelling for us not to get hurt and we got back to the trailer we were absolutely soaked from flicking puddles at each other with our wheels. We couldn’t stop laughing and I remember looking over at you.” He stopped and shook his head, smiling.

“You were standing outside the trailer, squeezing the water out of your hair, your suit was around your waist, soaked and René was jokingly scolding you and your laughter just sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. I guess that was when I knew I was going to marry you. I still am going to marry you.” You reached up and kissed him tenderly.

“Take me to bed, my love. I want to lie in your arms and pretend that everything is ok for a while.”

“Anything for you, ma rose.”

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Thoughts on MK1

I'm going to try to go in chronological order, and I might miss something and make another post about it later but let's gooooo (obviously spoilers below).

I think the first half of the story is really good. Yes, it relies very heavily on tropes, but they serve the story well and work.

I love that Outworld is a matriarchal society and that Sindel is the ruling Empress, not the Emperor's consort. Not a huge fan that everything is also based on nepotism/everyone inheriting their position from their family. Apparently meritocracy does not exist in Outworld and I get the vibe that this is in fact by Liu Kang's design.

I don't like what a hypocrite Liu Kang is. He says everyone is 'free to choose peace' but literally all of the characters have had their lives manipulated in an attempt to force this 'peace'. But we're supposed to condemn anyone who doesn't like that. Yeah, honestly--Shang Tsung and Bi-Han are valid, I'll say it.

Which brings us to Bi-Han. Oh, Bi-Han. I really want to give him a cough drop, his throat must be so sore from gargling gravel all day (I say this lovingly). I actually don't hate Bi-Han's heel turn, I just think it needed more build up. It could've worked really well if we had spent more time with Bi-Han first. I'm probably going to make a longer post about this.

I do like the new Syzoth a lot… but he's a bit much. He's really on the edge of being a Wattpad OC with how tragic and pretty he is, his whole 'saddest boy in the world' thing. Immediately offering to just die made me cringe. But, you know, hopefully he'll have fun in Earthrealm with Ashrah and Kung Lao and chill out a bit.

Baraka's whole story slaps. It's easily the best part. It is tragic, but not overdone, it's over all really great. No complaints about that at all, I just wish there was more. But maybe we'll get a Baraka expansion where they do more about the Tarkat.

Ashrah is… not as good as she could be. I love her design, love her fighting style, love her story in general and LOVE that she's here. But uh… are we not gonna talk about how she thinks killing other demons to purify herself is fine? This feels like a bug when it should be a feature. I really want them to explore this, there's so much potential here. This will also be a longer post at some point.

Shang Tsung is that bitch. Love him. 11/10 SLAY FACTOR off the charts. NRS gave the people what they want. So glad he's our villain and not Kronika. God, that smirk. What a guy.

Megan's delivery is bad, but I don't think it's entirely her fault. People should've told her. And they shouldn't have given her a character that was so serious. She works very well with a sort of dry humor, they should've played to her strengths instead of… just letting that situation happen. Cut her some slack.

Why are Liu Kang/Kitana and Hanzo/Harumi being pushed as the 'tragic lovers separated in every timeline' when that's Bi-Han and Sareena??? Like. yeah. I'm biased. But Harumi was not even a character, and Liu Kang and Kitana were not tragically separated, they were together all the time??? They ruled the Netherrealm together??? I don't get it.

I really like how story mode acts as an origin story for some of the characters and you 'unlock' their powers. I also LOVE how they used it to tease new cosmetics.

Love it when they said the thing. "mortal kombat", "deadly alliance", "armageddon" yes yes yes.

Also loved when Johnny made call backs to the OG timelines, ie "the flesh pits". Johnny really is perfect for that.

Johnny and Kung Lao are perfect.

Kuai Liang and Tomas are such daddy's boys and I hate it for them. This will probably be expanded on in the Bi-Han post but shut. the fuck. up. about. your. dad. I hope Kuai Liang never becomes grand master. I'm so sorry Kuai Liang fans, but this version of him is NOT it.

Smoke using his power to levitate up the wall was unintentionally hilarious. Especially since he didn't use it to break his fall. Bro???

Everyone in the game kinda easy to lie to/convince, but this might be a feature. Liu Kang sorta 'raised' everyone to be guileless and kneecapped the development of anyone who might be manipulative. I'll let it pass but honestly, I don't think Liu Kang needed to provide 'proof' of anything.

The entire royal family needs to apologize to Li Mei right fucking now, I am so serious. They continually did her dirty when she was nothing but loyal, and questioned her even when she was saying shit Kitana already knew (that the thing with Earthrealm was a misunderstanding). Apology, or Li Mei enters her villain era. Fuck y'all.

Basically, Li Mei, Shang Tsung, Bi-Han and Baraka get to do whatever they want as far as I'm concerned. Everyone else, I'm keeping an eye on. Oh wait, no. Kung Lao can have rights too, bc he's hilarious. Yall stop sleeping on him.

Anyway, that's my takes, I'm sure I'll have more thoughts. Overall, story mode was actually great, and I think there's a lot they can build on for DLC or even course correct, so I'm excited to see where that goes. If yall want to know my thoughts on a specific plot point or character, feel free to hit up my asks, love to make long posts about this stuff.

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No Rest for the Wicked, Pt. 1

Welcome back, everyone! I appreciate your patience in me going on this hiatus. I have begun the process of finishing the finale of this series, and it's time we take the construction cones off the road and go! The rest of Season 3 here we come!

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly.

Themes: Romance. Adventure. Engagement.

Characters: MC. Diavolo. Lucifer. Barbatos. OC: Vox.

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"MC, are you ready?" Lucifer called out to you.

"Coming!" You called back out from your ensuite bathroom in the castle. After one last adjustment of your blazer, you took one more look before heading off to the foyer.

It had been several months since you regained your memory.

"Ah, there you are–" Lucifer said, adjusting his cuffs, and then looking up at you to pause. You were wearing a navy-blue power suit with diamond lined pinstripes, but without an undershirt, your cleavage was on display. Your diamond stilettos clicked across the floors, and you were in your demon form. He was wearing an all-black number, from the tie, shirt, to the entire suit.

"My, oh my, MC," Lucifer purred, opening his arms open to you. You gladly accepted the embrace. "I think I discovered a new kink just now," he murmured into your hair. You chuckled in response and pulled away.

"I take it you like it then. I thought for the interview, I should wear something different," you replied sweetly.

"What's different?" Diavolo asked, rounding the corner and stopping short, not bothering to hide where his gaze landed – on your chest.

"My eyes are up here," you commanded, taking your index and middle finger to guide his eyes back up to your face.

"That is different," Diavolo said, approaching you. He was in a white suit with a burgundy undershirt and black tie. Then he smiled, looking you over in your entirety, "I think I rather like it," he stated.

"We should head to the studio, we'll be starting soon," Lucifer said, checking the time.

"We'll be live in three... two... one... go."

"Hello! And we're live at Studio 666, with an exclusive interview with our soon-to-be Demon Queen, MC, the Avatar of Vainglory!"

You walked out onto the stage, waving at everyone, smiling as you took your seat next to the show host, Vox. Vox was a male pride demon, known for his interviews with the Devildom's elite, including the brothers, royals, and other aristocrats. He was tall as far as demons went, handsome, and quite the smooth talker. His lavender hair accentuated his grey eyes, and he smiled at you broadly. His hair and eye color stood out against his tawny skin. With a jaw so sharp it could cut and a nose broad and tall, he easily passed for godhood in appearance. This interview was televised live to all three realms as your wedding dates drew closer, as did your eventual coronation date with Diavolo.

"Welcome MC! We are so happy to have you join us today," Vox said. "This is your first ever interview, is that correct?"

"Ah, well, one time I was interviewed for the RAD Newspaper, but I've actually never been on television before. I'm rather excited," you replied smoothly.

"How thrilling! So, if you don't mind, we have some questions that has everyone buzzing to know the answers to, and we'd be most appreciative if you answered a few," Vox said warmly.

"Of course, I would love to answer them! Let's start," you replied.

"Excellent. Our first question is, how did you and Lord Diavolo become an item? Was it love at first sight? How did you win his heart?" Vox asked, reading his cue card and then looking up at you.

"Oh, well, I like to think I won him over by being one of the few people to beat him at chess," you answered with a playful smirk, and the audience laughed. "I'm kidding, but no, we actually became good friends first, and we shared a love for chess, so we often play together."

"That is simply adorable!" Vox beamed.

Diavolo and Lucifer watched you from one of the backrooms that were private for exclusive guests.

"Wait, she actually beat you?" Lucifer smirked, taking a sip of Demonus.

"The one time I didn't let her win, but she did anyway, and it went to her head," Diavolo mumbled, watching the screen.

"Moving on. Our next question, it seems you have not only captured the heart of our Demon Lord, but a certain Avatar of Pride. Many of us thought Lucifer was untouchable, but you seemed to have won him over as well, can you tell us about that?"

You smiled sweetly. "Well, I'll tell you, it wasn't easy, however, we have a lot in common, so we have a deep mutual respect and understanding of one another. But I like to think what won him over was my dedication to RAD, the exchange program, and our family," you stated.

"As a pride demon myself, I can completely see why he would be so smitten with you then! Imagine having someone such as yourself at your side, of course you couldn't help but fall in love!" Vox exclaimed, laying thick on the charm.

"Tch..." Lucifer bristled at how chummy the host was being to you. It was Diavolo's turn to smirk then.

"Alright, one more question from our audience and then I have some of my own. How has your life changed since becoming involved with Lord Diavolo and Lucifer Morningstar?"

"Ah, well, it has in many ways," you started to say. "I knew that becoming involved with Diavolo would bring the public eye onto me, though I had a little bit of that being in the exchange program anyway, but I didn't realize that so many people would be interested in my life, as a human or a demon. When it came to Lucifer, I was often met with the glares of the lower demons who were rather fond of him," you said with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "Those are the more interesting aspects that I'm sure the fans want to know about. Of course, there are the less interesting things like learning to become a royal, balancing everyone's schedules, things like that."

"Very good, thank you, I think our fans will appreciate your thorough answer. Now, I have a question of my own. You brought up family earlier when speaking about Lucifer Morningstar's brothers, but I want to know, should we expect any little royals of your own in the future?"

"No no no no no no," Lucifer groaned. Diavolo set his drink down and immediately stormed out of the room and found the producer as he stood next to the cameraman at the back of the studio audience filming the interview.

"You cut that this instant or I'll have every single one of you fired," Diavolo murmured in the producer's ear, but you looked out into the audience and smiled, and by the time Lucifer caught up to the prince, you started to speak.

"That is an interesting question. I guess you'll just have to wait and find out like everyone else," you said with a lower tone, but your face never faltered.

Vox immediately caught on to your slight displeasure, and when he looked over to his producer, he saw the very angry glares of Diavolo and Lucifer.

"We'll see indeed! Thank you. Moving on..."

The rest of the interview went swimmingly, talking about the weddings and coronation, it seemed everyone was very excited and ready for the changes coming to the Devildom with your influence, and by the time it was over, several hours had gone by. The director came by and informed you it was one of their highest rated viewings and highest positivity rating. You nodded and sat back in your chair in your room at the studio, getting your hair and makeup touched up for you to go to your photoshoot with Devil Style.

"Hello darling," Diavolo said, appearing in the mirror behind you. The makeup stylist took their leave, and it was just you two.

"My love," you replied with a small smile. He rested his hands on your shoulders.

"You did very well, I'm proud of you," he stated. You looked at him through the mirror.

"I learned from the best," you replied quietly.

"I'm sorry about Vox... I was very displeased with that segment and told the producer-"

"It's fine, Diavolo. I have to learn how to navigate those sorts of things," you interrupted. Diavolo relaxed a little, smiling at your diplomacy.

"Indeed," he replied, leaning down to kiss the top of your head between your horns.

"MC, Lord Diavolo, it's time for the shoot," an assistant came by and informed you both. You nodded and thanked them.

"You alright, princess?" Diavolo asked quietly.

"I'm fine. Just not used to this level of stardom," you replied. He could tell you were telling the truth, but he couldn't help but feel like there was more.

"Alright, MC, you're going to sit in this chair here," the photographer said, leading you to an armchair in the middle of the set, in front of a green screen. It was a high-back chair with a dark burgundy velvet button-tufted back with gold-finished wood, one obviously fit for royalty. They positioned you to sit fully straight up with one leg crossed, arms laid on the arms of the chair.

"And now you two..." the photographer mumbled, positioning Diavolo and Lucifer. Diavolo stood beside you, one arm leaned onto the back of the chair, and Lucifer stood on the other side, arms folded as he leaned against the chair as well.

"Perfect," the photographer said, stepping back. They instructed you all on the different faces and attitudes they wanted. This photo was going to be the cover of next month's magazine, while the next shots were for the printed interview pages with Vox. There were some with you and Diavolo, and then some with just you and Lucifer.

In the final set, it was just you, and one of your stylists came out with a box.

"They want you to wear this for the last set," he said. You nodded and he opened it, revealing a diamond tiara, and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. You looked up at the assistant and shook your head.

"Surely, you're mistaken," you told him.

"I'm afraid not, princess. The magazine director and I want you to wear it," Diavolo said, walking up to you and your assistant with a broad smile. "It's not your official crown, it's one I had made specifically for this shoot," he informed you. A blush dusted your cheeks as you sat back and allowed your assistant to situate it on your head.

Everyone left you alone, and the photographer then came up to you. "Alright, MC, I want this last set to be all about you, so, tell, how should you pose for this one? I want it to scream your personality or anything special about you."

You thought for a moment, considering their request. After some thought, you whispered to the photographer some of the props you would need, and they instantly smiled, appreciating your vision. Lucifer and Diavolo were ushered out as they changed out the scene, and were only allowed back in when you told them to.

A black lounge chaise was set out, and you had black roses scattered around you, a black side table next to the arm of the chaise, decorated with pomegranates, gold chains, and jewels. As for you, you were stretched out in the chaise, your upper body slightly upright as you leaned against the arm of the chaise, the rest of your body laid out on its side in the rest of the chair. You unbuttoned your blazer, allowing more of your bare torso to show, and in your free hand, you held up a demon skull. Looking at the camera, you gave it a seductive smirk as your vanity shined through your eyes, your body radiating your sin with plumes of midnight blue vapors appeared behind you, still in your demon form of course.

Diavolo and Lucifer were allowed back in after a few of the photos were taken, and they both stopped short at the sight of you.

"I'm so making this into a painting," Diavolo murmured.

Lucifer smirked, but ultimately agreed with the prince's sentiment. Both of them had to go distract themselves as their arousals were getting the better of them.

"MC, you are absolutely stunning. You'll have to come model for us again," the magazine director said to you after the photographer was done.

"You're too kind, but I'd be happy to," you replied hotly.

After the shoot was over, you and your fiancés went out to Ristorante Six to celebrate your successful day. Diavolo arranged for the three of you to have a private room in the back, and you were finally able to relax after a few glasses of Demonus.

"Better?" Lucifer asked, noting your state.

"Indeed. Diavolo, I don't know how you do all that," you replied slowly.

The prince chuckled. "I grew up with it, princess. I'm used to it," he replied, smiling brightly. "But I am very proud of you. You were amazing the entire day."

"I know," you said a little arrogantly with a wink.

"The Avatar of Vainglory, in all her glory," Lucifer muttered. You turned to him.

"Jealous?" you asked.

"Not at all. You two can enjoy that to your heart's content," Lucifer replied smoothly.

"So, with the weddings in a couple months, do you think you've done everything you needed to prepare?" Diavolo asked you.

You finished a fourth glass of Demonus and started a fifth, "Yeah, I think I got everything down. I just hope it all goes okay," you said even slower. Immediately, you finished the glass and poured another. Lucifer and Diavolo shared a glance and focused back on you.

"Are you worried about something?" Lucifer probed.

"Yeah, I'm afraid something gonna go wrong," you replied, then finishing that glass and pouring your seventh. "Jus' like it 'lways does," you slurred.

"Why don't you slow down just a touch, dove," Lucifer said, sliding the bottle of Demonus away from you. You pouted and stared at the table ahead of you, the blue liquid in your drink mesmerizing you.

You buried your face in your hands, elbows on the table. "Jus' seems like ev'ry few months, somethin' comes up 'n I get into trouble," you groaned.

"Darling, you know those things aren't your fault, right?" Diavolo said, putting his hand on your shoulder. You hiccupped and nodded.

"But you can't deny it always causes a lot of trouble for ev'rybody," you said tearfully. Very suddenly, you slumped and leaned over on Lucifer's shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Well, that went well," Lucifer deadpanned. Diavolo sighed and waved you and Lucifer off to take care of the bill. You didn't even make it to dinner, to their dismay. Lucifer put his arm underneath yours and helped you out of the booth to take you back to the castle. Diavolo caught up not too long after, picking you up and carrying you bridal style until you three reached the castle doors where Barbatos let you all in.

"Went that well, did it?" Barbatos said, deadpanning as well after looking you over. Diavolo continued to carry you to your suite while Lucifer stopped and looked at the butler.

"It seems someone can't handle their Demonus," he stated, slightly miffed.

Barbatos smirked. "She's young, it's not like she does it every weekend like you and the young master," the butler replied hotly. Lucifer bristled and rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Diavolo laid you back on your bed, taking off your heels and undressing you. Once you were nude, he grabbed a nightshirt. As he tried to wrestle it onto you, you pawed at his face lightly, giggling quietly.

"Darling, it would be easier if you cooperated," he mumbled.

"Mm, but I want you~" you purred, dragging your hands down his chest, trying to fiddle with the buttons of his suit.

"Not tonight, you need to go to sleep," he replied softly. You then blinked a few times, tears shedding and rolling down your cheeks.

"MC..."

"I just want to make you and Luci proud, Dia," you said softly with a crack in your voice. You finally let him put your nightshirt on and then he scooted in close, cupping your face.

"My sweet, sweet princess, you make me proud every day. You demonstrate a strength that I would have never guessed you had, and I never seem to stop being impressed by you," he cooed. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Will you stay? Can Luci stay?" you pleaded very sweetly.

"Anything you want, my love. Let me go get him and I'll go change. I'll be right back." You nodded and settled into bed.

By the time the two demons returned to your suite, you were out cold, snoring loudly in the middle of the bed in a starfish position. They thought it was adorable, and they managed to situate you so everyone could fit as you were sandwiched in-between the two.

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violetjedisylveon · 11 days

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Family Trip To Hell (Diyu)

Shadowpeach Family AU chapter 7

Summary: Wukong, Liu'er and Ma go to the underworld to get their kiddos names out of the book of the dead. Wukong's mom has a long overdue talk with her son.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Wukong and Macaque's past(mostly Wukong's tho), mentions of death(they're in the underworld), mentions of murder, implications of destructive tendencies,

A/N: There is a very minor OC here, he is a Diyu registrant/receptionist, so I've decided to call him Zhù Cè Rén which means registrant according to the translator I've been using. He and Liu'er are buds so Liu'er calls him Zhù Cè which is to register and that's why his name is that. His name is his job.

Yuze(Wukong and Ma's mom)

Shadowpeach Family AU Masterpost

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“Boring! This is the most boring way into the Diyu!” Wukong whined.

This entrance of the Diyu was pretty dull and mildly depressing. All the cool stuff was at another level. For their business today, they didn't need to go too far into the Diyu. Liu'er had insisted on not pissing off the underworld gods, again, so they were going the boring way.

“This place is depressing.” Ma commented, looking around at the large, cave-like passage they were using.

Unlike either of them, Ma had (luckily) never been to the Diyu before.

“It's the underworld, it's not supposed to be very fun.” Liu'er pointed out.

“Eh, guess so.” The albino monkey shrugged, adjusting her grip on Xuěhuā.

They walked for a few minutes longer, following behind Liu'er, they passed another set of guards checking for the living, his mate had a quick chat with the guards, who like all the others were happy to see him again, before they were allowed through.

A little further down, the passage opened up into a larger cavern. There was what looked like a desk carved out of the wall and a demon sitting at it, doing whatever it was underworld demons did when they weren't dealing with souls.

“Zhù Cè!” Liu'er called out, waving to his friend.

The demon glanced over and blinked a few times before scrambling to his feet to greet the shadow monkey.

“Liu'er! I haven't seen you down here in over a century! I was starting to think something happened to you!” The underworld attendant said excitedly.

“I've been a little busy. I thought I told you and yuè mǔ when I was last down here.” Liu'er said, lifting Chao-Xing out of his arms.

The little cub giggled at the sudden uppies. Zhù Cè stared at her with a scrunched up face.

“How in here did you two manage to make something so cute?” he asked, letting the cub grab one of his fingers in her little hands.

“Hey!” Wukong objected.

“No, no, I was wondering that too.” Ma said.

He glared over his shoulder at his annoying older sister. His daughter’s giggles brought his attention back to his mate and their child. Chao-Xing was playing with some squishy ball toy Zhù Cè had on his desk that she somehow got her little hands on.

The demon was staring at the playing baby monkey with more scrutiny than before. He pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket, leaning closer to the infant.

“Zhù Cè…? What are you doing?” Liu'er asked, slightly leaning away.

“Oh… this is exciting!” Zhù Cè exclaimed, scrambling to write something down in the notebook Liu'er said he always had on him.

“What is exciting?” Wukong asked.

“That is a brand new soul!” Zhù Cè pointed at Chao-Xing.

“We haven't seen one of those in over a thousand years! … Odd that it's just the one, these usually happen in groups… oh! But you two made this one, it's impressive that you made this one, new souls are hard to create and maintain to term-”

“Hang on, can you back up a bit to the whole “brand new soul” part?” Liu'er said.

Yeah, what the actual fuck does that mean?!” Wukong agreed.

The demon shrunk back, searching his desk for something. His dark eyes lit up when he got whatever he was looking for. A heavily used scroll.

“Let's see here … ah- there it is. Celestial monkeys, you two, exist outside of the natural order, your creation doesn't happen the natural way. You don't have past lives, these are the first incarnations your souls have had,” he paused, gesturing towards the now bored infant chewing on Liu'er’s fur, “she's just like you, she doesn't have a past life, she's a new soul.”

Wukong glanced down at his daughter, the cub met his gaze with a cheerful chirp for snacks and cuddles. Liu'er passed her back without much fuss, he settled the little monkey in his arms. Considering how they made her, the new soul idea made sense.

“Does the new soul thing have any negative side effects?” Liu'er asked, masking his worry with a sense of curiosity in his voice.

“Nope. If anything, she's better off than the normal souls, she won't have any of the déjà vu they sometimes get from their past lives cause it doesn't exist for her.” Zhù Cè shrugged, setting his scroll back on his desk.

Wukong's ear flicked, Ma was cutting up a pear for Xuěhuā; the pair of albinos must have gotten bored with all the soul talk that didn't concern them.

“It's no wonder it took you a century to have a kid, new souls are hard to make.” Zhù Cè was saying.

“Really?” He asked, zeroing in on the demon.

The attendant shifted under his gaze.

“Yeah, if you didn't know how to do it right, it wouldn't work, no matter how hard you tried.” He said.

And here he was, thinking the problem had been them all along, turns out the problem was their species.

“That's all very nice, Zhù Cè, but be a dear and step aside. I'd like to talk with my son.”

The voice of Wukong's (recent) nightmares echoed throughout the cavern.

A monkey demon appeared in front of the Kings with crossed arms and a thoroughly pissed expression.

“Oh you are absolutely fucked.” Liu'er whispered.

“Not helping.” Wukong whispered back.

Yuze glared up at her son, scathing green eyes burning his skin as she examined him. She definitely wasn't pleased.

“Mā.” Wukong greeted nervously.

“Shí Hóu.” She growled.

“Yeah, you're so dead.” Ma commented.

Wukong glared at his sister, who cracked up behind him. Yuze growled a low warning, snapping her son's attention back to her.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She prompted.

“Uh, we had a baby?” Wukong tried, holding Chao-Xing out for his mother to see.

The dull brown and gray monkey glanced down at the cub, happily chewing on her own tail completely oblivious to the tension.

“Cute. You're not getting out of this.” she said.

“I'll just take that from you.” Liu'er took Chao-Xing out of his doomed mate’s hands.

“You are in so much trouble, mister.” She growled.

Yuze grabbed him by his ear, dragging him further along the cavern. He heard Liu'er snickering from behind, and while he knew this was deserved, he couldn't stop himself from shouting,

“Hey! You did a lot of shit too! Why isn't she mad at you?!”

“She already talked to me about all of that. And I visit at least once a decade!” Liu'er shouted back.

Wukong reluctantly let his mother drag him to his doom. She took him further down the path, to a distance where her inevitable shouting wouldn't bother the cubs. No doubt Liu'er would hear every second of it.

Yuze finally stopped and turned around to face him. He winced at the anger in her eyes. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shook her head.

“You've done a lot of shit, Shí Hóu, I don't have the time or patience to cover everything. Just the big ones, alright?” She said, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You're not shouting?” He asked in surprised confusion.

He'd been certain his mother would scream and shout, he was so sure she would be furious, that's why he avoided her for so long.

“I thought you were-”

“Shí Hóu, I was, and still am, but shouting won't get us anywhere. Let's just talk, okay?” She gave him a soft, understanding smile.

Tears stung his eyes. Over the centuries he forgot how understanding his mother could be.

“Talking sounds good.” He nodded.

She smiled before gently pushing him down.

“Get down there so I can see you properly.” She instructed.

Once he was sitting, she flicked his hair around with her tail, laughing not so quietly as she paced in front of him.

“Where do you want to start?” He asked nervously.

She paused, her tail tip twitched.

“That lion and his brotherhood.” she growled.

Wukong flinched, his old brotherhood was a sore subject for everyone involved, most recently with the whole DBK situation. Liu'er had never much cared for (or trusted) any of the others during their days as a brotherhood, he'd gotten closer with DBK after, mostly due to his relationship with Princess Iron Fan, and with what the others did, Wukong was perfectly fine with never discussing them again.

“What was the deal with him? Was he really able to convince you of his short sighted delusions that easily?” She asked, looking down at him with something akin to pity.

Wukong shifted under her intense gaze. Looking back, he wanted to strangle his younger self for trusting that liar. He wanted to strangle his younger self for a lot of things actually.

“I thought I could trust him, it was a stupid decision and I really should have seen the signs sooner, but I guess I just ignored them because I liked the way he made me feel.” he admitted slowly.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked.

“I… not with them… not for a while…” he answered.

“And what were you looking for?” she pressed gently.

Wukong didn't want to say it out loud, he knew in his gut she wouldn't be offended, it still felt like a betrayal.

“… help…”

That was the simplest way he could put it. He knew she was well aware of what he was trying to find back then.

“Even when you already had it?” She pointed out.

He winced, she gave him a more stern look.

“You have a bad habit of trying to deal with things yourself, xiǎo guǐ.” she told him.

“Yeah… I know.” He sighed.

“Then why haven't you stopped?” She asked.

He looked up, about to rebut her statement

“Don't say you have, you stayed up on the mountain for three years dealing with a death by yourself, Mihou doesn't count, he had to go through the same shit. You didn't go to anyone about it, you still haven't.” she swiftly cut him off with a sharp stare.

“Back to the point, why did you listen to him over everyone else? Mihou hears the future, his abilities weren't as well developed back then but they still gave him an idea of what would happen, yet you ignored his warnings. I know you were arrogant and headstrong and didn't think about consequences, but that seems pretty extreme for you, you used to always listen to what Mihou said,” she paused and shot him a questioning look, “unless you were worse than I thought you were after I died?”

Wukong gave his mother a sheepish grin.

“Of course.” Yuze sighed heavily, rubbing her face.

“I'd ask where I went wrong, but I know where I went wrong.” She muttered to herself.

“Well, is that the only reason, or is there something else?” She said.

“He was saying what I wanted to hear… what I thought I needed to hear… it was pretty stupid in hindsight.” He said with a weak chuckle.

“Táo huā, everything looks different in hindsight.” She said lightly.

His chest warmed at her words.

“I’m glad you dealt with them, the elephant can be released someday, but the other two can stay in there for eternity for all I care.” She said.

“I couldn't agree more.” He nodded.

There was an awkward (to him at least) lull in the conversation.

“The eyes are new.” She said finally, gesturing to his face.

“Oh, uh, yeah… they've been like that for a while.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“I know.” She nodded before letting out another heavy sigh.

“Shí Hóu, we need to talk about what happened on your journey.”

“Mihou and I-”

She raised a single hand.

“You killed your mate. You killed your best friend. We need to talk about that.” She insisted.

“It's one of the reasons you've been avoiding me.” she added, crossing her arms.

Wukong shrunk away from her knowing gaze.

“Take your glamor down, I bet your hair's a mess.” She instructed.

He would have argued, but she was one hundred percent correct. His hair was a mess, Chao-Xing had decided to climb onto his head on the way here and chew his hair, she was definitely developing a chewing habit.

She sat down behind him, running her skilled fingers through his hair, eliciting fond memories from simpler times when he and his mother would talk about anything and nothing for hours on warm, sunny afternoons.

“I was confused when he showed up dead again, and when he told me what happened… I was… angry to say the least.”

“Now, I know what happened and why it happened, I know that it was a mistake, for both of you…” she trailed off, he felt her claws working through a tough knot.

“But! Just because I understand doesn't mean I'm not still just a little bit disappointed in the both of you. I thought I taught you better.” She finished, moving onto another knot.

“It broke him, you know that? Sure he was partially responsible for it, but never in his life did he think you would kill him, even if it was an accident.”

“He was so hurt when I first saw him, so hurt. He got angry later, but under all that anger and bitterness was a pain he didn't know what to do with.”

“He returned to life lost and broken. He had no idea what to do with himself, and while I suppose he ultimately went down a better path, he very easily could have gone the other way.” She told him somberly.

His mother fell quiet, working on his fur, Wukong finally found it in himself to ask her something.

“Do you know what happened after he came back? He's frustratingly vague about it whenever I ask.” He asked.

“Hmmm… nope!” She chirped smugly, popping the ‘p’.

“You do know!” He shouted, glaring over his shoulder at her.

She laughed, tossing her head back.

“It's not my story to tell Shí Hóu.” She said.

He huffed and turned around grumpily.

“I'm sure you'll find out soon, he's just saving it for some prank.” She patted his shoulder gently.

“You know that you've both been lucky so far, right?” She prompted a few minutes later.

“Hmm?”

“You worked through that issue, it took you ages and you dragged poor Chenxiang into it, but it's done now. So what are you going to do about the others you have? Or others you will encounter later?” She said, finally working out all the knots in his hair.

“What other issues?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“The business with Demon Bull King? Mihou was pretty upset when he told me about that.” Yuze pointed out.

“Oh.” She knows about that. He guiltily looked away from his mother's sharp green eyes.

“That's another thing I wanted to talk about.” she said, running her hands through his groomed hair, gently pulling and twisting it back into a braid.

“I didn't want him to die…” he admitted.

“Can you explain it?” She requested gently.

“He wasn't stopping, he was hurting innocent people, if he didn't stop they were going to do something about it… so it was either kill him or make him stop some other way!” He shouted

“… and he wouldn't listen to reason…” he finished.

“Reason means little in the face of emotion. You should know that by now.” She scolded lightly.

“I- uh- yeah, I should.” He relented.

“Oh little Shí Hóu, you still have no idea how to communicate.” She sighed fondly.

He huffed at her statement, slightly offended. He could communicate just fine!

“Here’s what you do, when he gets out, and I bet it's going to be soon, you need to have a talk with your brother. Explain your actions and motivations, then listen when he tells you his.” She told him.

“I'll give it a shot.” He said reluctantly.

DBK was unlikely to forgive him for what he did, he could have, should have, done something else. That way Princess Iron Fan wouldn't have had to defend her territory and raise her son all on her own, his former brother could have seen his son grow up, and Wukong took that from him. Gods, why didn't I do something else!

“Get out of your head, Táo huā.” Yuze snapped calmly.

He glanced at her, she raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“I'm still your mother, even if it's been over a thousand years, I know what you look like when you're lost in your thoughts.” She said, tucking a flower she got from… somewhere, into his now braided hair.

“Now, how are you and Mihou going to handle this going forward?” She prompted.

What do you mean?” Wukong turned around to face her.

“Are you going to tell your daughter?” She asked.

“Yes…?” He said uncertainly, praying she wouldn't elaborate.

“The truth, will you tell her the truth?” she specified, narrowing her eyes.

He coughed, he'd been hoping she wouldn't ask that.

“About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

Yuze swatted the side of his head.

“All of it, what you two did to each other, what you did to your brother. Are you going to tell her the truth about you?” She almost growled out.

Mango and I haven't even talked about this with each other yet… how the here am I supposed to answer that? He avoided his mother's all too knowing gaze.

“She has Mihou's ears, what will you do when she hears something you haven't told her about yet?”

“They don't seem to work the way his do, maybe they just look the same.” He suggested.

She glared at him. Yeah okay that wasn't the best suggestion, and Liu'er suspected that she would grow into her hearing.

“Are you even going to tell her at all?” Yuze growled.

“I don't know when we'll tell her!” He shouted.

“Once she's old enough to understand for sure, but we will tell her! Eventually.” Wukong insisted.

Yuze rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“It is better if you tell her sooner rather than lie to her longer.” She said knowingly.

“Are you going to say anything?” He asked hesitantly.

“I may not agree with your decision but I will respect it. Besides, it is not my story to tell.” she said.

Wukong let out a sigh of relief.

“But if she comes asking, and you haven't told her yet, I won't lie to her.” Yuze warned.

He nodded in understanding. She smiled, satisfied enough to drop the subject, for now.

“Let's head back, I've got grandkids to meet.” She said, fluffing up the top of his head as she stood.

He followed her up.

“Nuwa wants to know when you'll visit.” Yuze said out of the blue.

Wukong hummed in response. His relationship with his… creator… wasn't the best, not by a long shot.

The goddess never had anything to do with him. It had been easy enough to think that was just because Yuze had taken him as her own when he was younger and didn't know any better. But no! Nuwa had never gotten involved in his life at all, not even when he went to the celestial realm. She never paid any attention to him, never showed him anything but apathetic disinterest.

She didn't care.

That's what he thought for most of his life anyway, the truth wasn't much better.

She didn't think she needed to do any of that.

She hadn't thought she needed to take any action because by the time she realized he existed, Yuze had already taken him as hers and in her opinion, Yuze was doing a better job than she ever could, so she just didn't do anything!

The irony of a Mother Goddess being such a shit parent to her creation was laughable.

“Can’t wait to deal with that.” He grumbled.

Yuze swatted the back of his head.

“Nuwa fucked up, everyone, including her, can agree on that. She thought it was for the best and she was wrong. The important thing is that she realizes and admits she's wrong and she's trying to be better.” Yuze scolded him.

Wukong huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Give it a chance, it's not like you won't be fucking up with your own kid.” She told him.

“Wait, do you think I'm going to mess up that badly?” He asked, dread making his fur puff up.

He already had his doubts, his past experiences with teaching someone hadn’t gone well, if he was that bad of a teacher how bad of a parent would he be?

“Every parent messes up a little bit, mistakes are part of parenting.” She said.

“Really, how did you mess up?” He snapped.

She raised a challenging eyebrow at him, he immediately regretted his question.

“I didn't teach you murder was wrong. Because I didn't think I had to.” she said smugly.

“fuck.” He pouted.

She laughed, tossing her head back, as they finally got back to the main cave.

Wukong stepped to the side to avoid being knocked over by the blur of white slamming into his mother.

“Ma! How have you been, xiǎo guǐ?” Yuze chuckled, hugging her daughter.

Wukong gave his mother and sister some privacy, heading over to where Liu'er was sitting with the cubs.

Xuěhuā was squinting in the direction their mother went, undoubtedly only seeing a fuzzy patch of white in the darkness, while Chao-Xing was chewing her cousin's tail, because they obviously weren't using it.

She stopped using her cousin as a chew toy when she realized he was back. His little cub squealed, reaching her adorable little hands out for him. Chuckling, he let her grab onto one of his fingers.

Unsurprisingly, she started biting it.

“We have got to work on her biting habit.” He said to Liu'er once he sat down.

His moon nodded.

“One of these days she's going to try eating her own ears.” He sighed.

Liu'er's ears were covered in teeny tiny bite marks from their curious cub giving the glowing ears a little nibble whenever she was near them. She didn't have the strength to hurt anyone yet, and when one of them said “ouch” she'd stop and lick the spot she was just biting in a little apology.

It was one of the cutest fucking things he'd ever seen.

“Where'd Zhù Cè go?” Wukong asked, noticing the underworld demon's absence.

“Oh, he had to take care of something, got an urgent message from his boss. He said he'd be back soon.” Liu'er said.

Wukong felt the fur on the back of his neck standing up. He had a gut feeling there was some sort of trouble brewing. A quick glance at his mate showed he had the same feeling.

“We'll talk about it later, if it's not solved. He whispered as Ma and Yuze came back to them.

“If what's not solved?” Ma asked.

“Underworld business. Zhù Cè had to leave.” Liu'er answered easily.

His mother narrowed her eyes skeptically, but didn't make any comment about it. Instead she sat down and flicked her tails towards the pair of cubs.

“Now, who are these cute little cubs?” She asked.

Ma picked up her cub, bringing her closer to their mom.

“This is Xuěhuā, they can't see shit and refuses to wear glasses.” Ma said, setting the toddler cub into Yuze's arms.

The mostly blind cub blinked their pale eyes cluelessly at the strange monkey.

“Who you?” they asked.

“I'm your grandmother.” Yuze said.

“Mama's Mama?” They inquired.

“Yes, that's me.” She answered.

“You smell good. I like you.” Xuěhuā chirped, happily cuddling up to her.

“Well, I'm so glad I smell good.” Yuze chuckled.

“Yeah, smell like a baby! Sweet!” Xuěhuā nodded aggressively.

“Like a baby? No that can't be right, babies are stinky.” Yuze shook her head.

“I can prove!” Xuěhuā insisted.

They scrambled out of their grandmother's hands, scurrying over to Chao-Xing sitting on his lap.

“Can I borrow?” Xuěhuā asked him.

He glanced at Liu'er, his moon nodded, a soft smile on his face at the toddler's antics.

“Sure thing kiddo.” He allowed.

Xuěhuā squealed, happily taking Chao-Xing out of his lap. The smaller cub let out a confused squeak as she was carried over to the brown and gray monkey.

“Here! Smell!” Xuěhuā demanded, shoving their cousin into Yuze's face.

Chao-Xing gave them the angriest baby face she could muster up.

“Hmm, this baby doesn't smell like a baby, she smells like fruit.” Yuze said.

“That's all uncles feed her!”

“hmm… I think this baby is made of fruit.” Yuze concluded.

“No! She's not fruit!” Xuěhuā giggled.

“Here! You check!” The albino toddler just dropped his cub.

He swore he had a heart attack.

Nothing happened, Yuze had her hands underneath Chao-Xing the entire time in case Xuěhuā slipped.

“Xuěhuā, you can't drop the baby.” Ma scolded lightly.

“Okay.” Xuěhuā turned back to Yuze.

“She's not fruit.” Xuěhuā stated confidently.

“I guess not.” Yuze conceded to the cub.

“Oh! She's got two tails! And glowies! I like glowies!” Xuěhuā chirped.

“I bet she's much easier to find.” Yuze agreed, frowning slightly at the cub in her hands.

“How old is she?” She asked.

Wukong's tail twitched anxiously.

“About six months.” He said.

“She's a bit small, does she eat enough?” She inquired, her fur puffing slightly.

“She's got Wukong's appetite.” Liu'er snorted.

“Ah, well all cubs grow differently, some slower than others.” She said.

“What's this little one's name?” she asked.

“Sun Chao-Xing.” His moon said proudly.

“How long of a fight was that one?” Yuze snickered.

“They fought for about a decade.” Ma said.

Wukong stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“I'd expect nothing less.” His mother laughed.

They spent another hour or so talking more until Zhù Cè finally came back, with the king of the underworld himself in tow.

King Yama had the Book of the Dead and miffed expression on his face.

“Sun Wukong, you are permitted to remove the names of your child and your sister's child, no others.” Do you understand?” The king growled.

Before he could even say anything to the underworld king, his mother grabbed him by his ear, yanking him towards her.

“Don't try anything.” She warned with a growl.

“I won't! I promise!” he squealed, absolutely embarrassing himself in front of the present company.

Yuze released him. He rubbed his sore ear. The underworld king had a barely concealed smirk on his face.

“I understand.” He nodded.

“Very well, the pages have been marked in advance.” King Yama said, opening the book.

Wukong took Xuěhuā’s name off first, then Chao-Xing’s. He didn't get to take much of a look at the page once he crossed his daughter's out, Yama shut it before he could get a good look.

“Your business is finished here. Please get out of my domain.” King Yama ordered somewhat politely.

Liu'er snickered. Wukong knew Yama had a pretty good reason for not wanting him down here, the last time he was here he wrecked a lot of important stuff looking for answers, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit offended by it. Yuze grabbed his arm.

“Yes, you're on your way out now, I'll see you to the exit.” She said, glaring at him pointedly.

He rolled his eyes, it's not like he had any reason to cause trouble this time. Liu'er said goodbye to Zhù Cè, Wukong noticed the demon was considerably more nervous than he had been before.

Maybe Yama’s mad he wasn't doing his job. He thought.

He and Liu'er walked ahead of his mother and sister, they were talking about ways to see each other more frequently, apparently his mother had a few favors with Nuwa she could cash in.

The only good thing he could say about his creator is that it certainly looked like she was trying.

They reached the entrance to the Diyu pretty quickly, Liu'er was wished goodbye and good luck by everyone they passed.

“Don't let the little ones test their immortality too much.” His mother warned lightheartedly, playfully flicking each cub's fur up with her tail.

“We won't.” Ma said, hugging their mother.

“We leaving nǎi nai?” Xuěhuā asked sadly.

“Cheer up bèi, you'll see me again.” Yuze told the cub.

“Okay Nǎi nai! Bye!” Xuěhuā chirped, waving their hand excitedly as Ma stepped through to the other side.

“You two be careful with that little one there okay?” Yuze said.

“Of course Mā.” Liu'er nodded to her.

“And don't smother her either.” She added.

“We won't.” Wukong laughed.

“I expect to see you again before she turns two.” She said, giving them both a tight hug.

She had to stand on her toes to reach them properly.

“You both got too tall.” She huffed.

They all laughed.

“Well, you better not keep Ma waiting.” Yuze said.

“Right, see you soon.” Wukong said.

Yuze watched her son and son in law leave the Diyu. She turned, heading back into the Diyu.

The realm’s King was beyond her reach, he didn't like her much anyway. Zhù Cè was helpfully scared of crossing her, he had let her know when her son arrived.

The registrant paled once he saw her.

“Zhù Cè, what's going on down here?” She asked.

“I'm afraid I can't tell you that.” He admitted.

She glared at him.

“Is it going to be a problem?” She prompted.

“No…” he glanced away.

“Is it a problem for my family?” She hissed.

“I'm really very sorry, but I can't tell you.” Zhù Cè insisted.

She growled.

“It is none of your concern regardless.” King Yama said from behind her.

She glared over her shoulder.

“I think it's time you returned to your mistress, monkey.” He sneered.

“You know, I'm glad I don't have to be stuck here.” She snarled, baring her fangs at the King as she left the underworld.

Nuwa glanced up once she returned.

“How'd it go?” the Mother Goddess asked nervously.

“Yama is an asshole.” She growled.

“Something happened in the Diyu while we were down there. He doesn't want anyone to know what it is.” She crossed her arms with a sigh.

“Think it means trouble?” She glanced at the goddess.

“It's not anything good, that's certain.” Nuwa sighed.

Yuze watched her friend carefully, she had been acting differently for the last three years. Something weighed heavily on her mind.

“I got to meet the little one.” She said, changing to a lighter subject.

“What's she like?!” Nuwa asked excitedly.

Yuze smiled, happy to spend the rest of the day gushing about their granddaughter and her grandchild.

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I rushed it a bit at the end, mostly cause I just wanted this chapter to be done. I've been working on it for almost 4 months. It was fun but lots of big emotion stuff and it kept getting away from me and I have a bunch of notes on the stuff in this chapter so please feel free to ask questions if anything confuses you!

Next chapter is shenanigans!

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When the Sun Sets - Part 4

Adriadne

Characters:

adriadne/morgan winchester (OC), dean winchester, sam winchester

Summary:

adriadne finds out who she was before she went to hell. and the winchesters will not rest until they fix what their sister did all those years ago.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, murder, vague mention of not eating for a while, parental abuse, slight suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 10, following canon stops after the end of season 2 but things are sure to be mentioned

Word Total:

4k ~ roughly

A/N:

hi, so sorry its been so long, but i finally got the inspiration to continue writing this little mini series. i'm not convinced anyone is still interested in this story, but here's part 4. there's a little hatred towards blondes in this chapter - guys i actually love blonde hair i think its gorgeous - your girl is just a demon. my search history after writing this chapter, god help me.

this takes place loosely around season 10 and i kind of combined when sam tries to cure crowley with when he cures dean.

let me tell you, writing about a person who has no idea what's real is not easy to make good - its a 0/10 for me and i'm not convinced i even succeeded at that

italics = inner thoughts/memories

dean: 36, morgan: 35 (her body is 27), sam: 32

Adriadne vaguely remembered hating the moon coming up when she was human. For some reason, she detested nighttime and all that came with it. She had wanted to believe she wasn't as bad as the humans when she was one. But as she roamed the street of whatever bumblefuck town she was in, she remembered staring blankly at a street lamp once.

It was the only light she had seen for several miles. It illuminated a small bus stop with a bench and a pay phone attached to it. She was in some loud car, with even louder music playing, with her intolerably quiet family. The faces, names, and details of any of them had been long washed away. Somebody in her family needed to make a call, so they stopped, and she was left alone for a few minutes. The yellow beams that kept that area lit were the only thing keeping her from panicking. She had assumed she was only a child in the memory because, I mean, seriously? An adult scared of the dark?

If she had been an adult, Satan help her if she was, it would have been further proof of how weak humans are. Actually, regardless, it was proof. There was no light in Hell. Everything was dark, and only with the sight of a demon could anyone see. She bristled at the thought. Since being on Earth, she had no desire to go back downstairs.

The darkness of the night did give her a little sense of reminiscence, though. Of home, Alastair, Crowley, her tools. Where she could roam freely without having to cling to that damn sack of flesh. But the daytime was a close second, in her opinion. The sun, as bright and almost blinding as it was, was warm. And it felt…kind of nice.

Turned out, she was a natural blonde, a type of blonde that got even lighter when she lay in the sun. And that rubbed her the wrong way. Like, who was actually blonde nowadays? Every blonde Alastair assigned to her was quickly scalped. And when they were healed, she would do it again. Then, she'd make them drink anti-freeze because many of them had blue eyes. It really had been a fun game.

Watching them die slowly and painfully was always an excellent way to waste an hour. And when they were brought back to life, it was back to her regularly scheduled programming.

It sucked even more that she had blue eyes too. They were so light. Like the human fucking sky or some shit. She liked her black eyes. They were who she was, a dark and malevolent visitor on this planet of fluffy little bunnies.

At the sound of a whistle, a very loud one, she turned to find the source. "Damn, baby." The man said. He was some random guy on the corner of the street, watching her as she walked. "What's your name?"

She planted a demure little smile like she was so flattered by the attention. With a blush, she said, "Mary."

He smirked. "Are you a virgin, too?"

Imbecile, she groaned inside her head. She had heard that joke back home. It was usually the first thing a demon said when assigned someone with that name. After hearing it for the first time, she chuckled. The second time, she grinned. The fifty-seventh? She ignored it.

Come up with something new, people, will you?

She flashed some doe eyes at him and pretended to blush even more. "How did you know?"

"I tend to sense these things."

"Oh, do you?" She asked with a grin, flashing her natural eyes at him. But before he could scream, she was slitting his throat.

When the jugular veins are severed, there is a relatively low spray of dark red blood, accompanied by the sound of escaping air, and the human coughs it up. So, to get a forceful spray of bright red, Adriadne's favorite, she cuts the carotid. And usually aims to sever the trachea so they gasp and wither at her feet. And with this guy? She hit the nail on the head.

It only takes a few minutes, but it's such a satisfying death. Being in the land of the living, slitting throats quickly became one of her favorite forms of sending them exactly where they belonged.

When Sam and Dean Winchester caught wind of a case; six hundred sixty-four bodies across the country with a slit throat and the Latin symbol for "hellhound" carved over their right eyebrow, they got on it. They didn't want to let it get to that magic number.

And when they got to the most recent crime scene, Lena Franklin, a thirty-one-year-old female - mother of three - with the same injuries, they found who they were looking for, taking another victim. Only they weren't expecting to find their sister standing over the body.

After knocking her out and locking her up, they summoned Crowley as soon as possible. It was like their lives depended on it, or really, it was their sister's life that they were worried about.

And when he explained the situation to them, they knew what they had to do.

With a whine, Adriadne awoke in a strange room. Filled with walls of file cabinets and Enochian or Latin symbols. She tried to rub at her head, where that damn vase had been thrown at her, but she noticed she was chained down. Usually, she wouldn't have an issue with chains; she could break through steel, and they were so satisfying when some human tried to escape them. But not only were these not steel chains, they were iron. And they had warding signs carved in them.

Fucking hunters.

Surprisingly, if there was any human she didn't entirely detest, it was hunters. They were more robust than the rest and really knew what the real world was like. But they were after her, so now, they had to die. Slowly, bloody, painfully.

"Welcome back, jackass," A voice she recognized said. The same voice threw the vase at her however many hours ago. It was the shorter of the two, but he had the more resounding voice. They were tall for humans, but the other was way bigger. Gigantor also seemed like he was friendlier, the dumbass.

She had heard of the Winchester brothers in Hell. Sam and Dean, she believed their names were. Two brooding brothers with mommy and daddy issues that jumpstarted the apocalypse. Then they fixed it and sent Lucifer back into his cage with Michael. They'd been in and out of hell themselves a few times. The only humans to ever accomplish such feats.

Clearly, they weren't stupid, but goddamn, were they annoying.

Sam was younger but a bit more book-smart, and Dean was the older but sarcastic one. She vaguely knew they had a thing for dying for each other, but that only made her roll her eyes like she so often did at these creatures.

"Dean," Sam scolded.

"And what a warm one at that. You ever have people over?" She groaned. The boys didn't respond, both just shaking their heads. They started pulling stuff out of a cooler, and she read what it said on it with a scoff. "Human blood? You're seriously gonna try and cure me?"

"Yep," Dean deadpanned.

"Oh, please," Adriadne drawled as her head fell back on her shoulders. "Spare me."

"You're a demon, Mo," The youngest said, like it was the worst thing in the world she could be. "We're not just gonna leave you like this."

"Mo? Who the hell is Mo?"

"Morgan," Dean explained, his voice monotone but somehow angry at the same time. "Our sister. The human that you used to be. So we're doing what we should'a done years ago. And saving you. Even if it is from yourself."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah," Sam quipped, annoyed. "Crowley said you wouldn't remember."

"Crowley's the one that-"

"We know," Dean said. "Just shut up."

I didn't even know the Winchesters had a sister, Adriadne thought. But to hell if she wanted to become a damn human. Why would she even consider it? "Ever think maybe your sister wouldn't wanna be saved?"

"Doesn't matter." The oldest Winchester remarked, his voice flat. "You don't get a choice."

With a huff, Adriadne chuckled darkly. "Just let me go do what I wanna do. I don't bother you; you don't bother me. So what the hell do you care?"

"What do we care?" Sam asked, almost dejectedly. He shook his head, not dignifying her with a response, and started pouring holy water around the devil's trap. Reciting the Latin to start the ritual, he grabbed a needle, loaded it up with human blood, and handed it to Dean.

Adriadne looked at her supposed brothers, she didn't even know their birth order. She knew Dean was the oldest and Sam was the youngest. But where did she fit in the lineup? "You got anything stronger in there? Some heroin? Meth? Maybe it'd really make me feel somethin'."

"Don't worry, honey, you're gonna feel a lot."

And before she could fight it, he put the syringe in her arm and pumped the blood directly into her arm. She could feel it coursing through her veins, traveling through her bones, her arteries, her cells. Weaving its way throughout her body like an itch you can't scratch. Involuntarily, she let out a loud roar, a demonic roar, of pain. This damn human blood did not agree with her.

"Look," Sam said as both brothers backed away from her. "We've got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make this a lot easier on yourself."

"And just in case some part of you gives a crap, we got your blood type."

"You wanna know something?" Adriadne asked, but a new wave of pain from the human blood cut her off. She groaned but wouldn't let it cut her off too long. She was a demon, after all, and pain had never been something she feared. It was something she admired, longed for, craved. "The part of your sister that cared died a long time ago."

Five times, the Winchester brothers had streamlined her with human blood. They didn't say anything when they came in this time, silently injecting her with round six. Like it was the only thing keeping them from breaking.

Adriadne was a demon; she knew that. But now things were becoming a little muddled. There had been small things, small tidbits of images popping in and out of her brain.

They weren't like dreams or nightmares. They were more like poorly done movies of being beaten by someone she was supposed to call her father. Dreams of fighting with her siblings, where even they'd beaten her - but also when she fought back, and they took the beatings themselves. She won and lost over and over, losing the fight when Sam left them for school, winning when Dean tried to get her to stop seeing her high school boyfriend, losing when Dean took away the knife he gave her, and winning when she eventually stole it back. She remembered watching their so-called father yell and scream, practically torturing who she was told were her brothers. She remembered not being able to do anything about it.

She saw herself hunting other creatures - not humans, but monsters. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, djinns, banshees, rugarus. She saw herself taking beatings from them, nearly dying from her injuries several times. She saw herself lose her virginity to a sweet guy from her high school at the time. She saw herself take that night and turn it into a string of drunken one-night stands.

She saw her father coming home drunk almost every night, beaten up. She saw herself patching him up, giving him stitches when necessary. She'd been the one to set her brother's bones when they were broken or dislocated. She'd have to be the one to reset her own because none of them were as good as she was at it. She saw the woman who was supposed to be her mother burn to death on a ceiling as her older brother - a toddler himself - pulled her and her little brother to safety.

And she remembered her father dying, making a deal with a demon to keep his oldest son alive and breathing. Then she remembered doing the same thing for her younger brother.

"You're the Winchesters," Adriadne drawled. "You're hunters. So am I an idiot to assume what you're gonna do once you realize this won't work? You think you got the stomach for that? Killing the girl you think is your sister?"

"We're not worried," Sam denied. "Because we've done this before."

It had been nine hours, nine injections of human blood in her veins, and she could name nine parts of her body she could barely move. She hadn't felt so useless since she was on the rack, and even then, she had a purpose. To postpone, to make it as long as she could. Alastair had given her a choice. Stay on, deal with the consequences, or get off, and then do it to someone else who deserved it too.

She had been at the end of her rope; her soul was already ripped to shreds. And then they healed her and broke it again.

The humans deserved it - that's what she was taught.

But then, why was I the one on the rack? I'm not human.

Yes, I am. Or...I was.

No. My name is Ad-Adria-

She had been having so many memories over the last several hours. But they had to be dreams; she didn't remember them belonging to her. Of the Winchesters, of growing up on Earth, of being a part of an admittedly screwed-up family.

My name is-

"How you doin', Mo?" That was Sam, her…younger brother, she had remembered. The memories were like a plague, keeping her sedentary in a time she had long forgotten. A time, she didn't know if she wanted to go back to or not. It was a time when she cared about them, about humans in general. A time when she had the ability to care.

Mo. Morgan.

She was confused when they called her that. She didn't know how to describe it. But something was weird about that name. These were people that she knew before she went to Hell. People she loved. People she would've sacrificed everything for. People she did sacrifice everything for.

"It doesn't feel right," She rasped, shaking her head as much as possible. Which, apparently, was not a lot.

"No, shit," And there's Dean.

"When you call me that," She explained, despondent, trying to blink away the new memory attempting to take hold of her reality. "It doesn't feel like my name."

"Well, what is your name?"

She didn't know. Adriadne was supposed to be her name. Morgan was supposed to be her name. How could someone not know their own fucking name? It was the most basic form of identification. Even demons had names. A new wave of pain hits her, and she grips the chair with all her strength. It wasn't a lot; she was so weak. But then another memory took over, and she wasn't even in that room anymore.

"What is your name?" He had asked, his voice cold and unemotional. The girl only shook her head in response, knowing what was coming with her answer. "You will answer me when I speak to you, girl.

"Morgan," She choked out, tears already rolling. "Morgan Winchester."

"You don't deserve my last name." Before she could blink, her cheek was stinging, and she was on the motel room floor. More tears fell involuntarily at the searing pain, at the blood dripping down her face from his ring. She flinched at the hand he rose again, but no hit came. Instead, he laughed - a heartless and calculating laugh. Like it was amusing watching his thirteen-year-old daughter cower at his feet. "You are no Winchester."

He was ready to strike a second time when someone got in the way.

"Get out of the way, Sam."

"No," his little voice announced. She could hear the emotion in his words as he continued. The little ten-year-old was scrawny, even smaller than she was. "She knows what she did. You don't have to hit her again."

Ignoring the boy, her father turned back to Morgan, practically looking through her little brother. "So this is what you've come to? Making little Sammy fight your damn battles for you?"

She looked him straight in the eyes; the green they usually held was almost black in the room's dim lighting. She had seen this so many times when he was angry, when a hunt didn't go his way, when his children disobeyed him. When she did something wrong.

"Boys," Her father called, ordering them to shut up and listen. Dean took his hands away from his face with a wince. Sam winced, too, backing away from his father. Nearly crashing into her. "Take this as a learning opportunity. We fight our own battles in this family. And we don't rely on other people to do it for us."

And with that, Sam was pushed out of the way, and he was on top of her.

"Dad," She gasped, finally back in the present but staring into space. Both brothers' heads shot up at the recall. "He was- he was mean."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, making her eyes lock on his. The whites of his eyes were red like the mention of his father had him holding things back. A storm was brewing behind his eyes, one he wouldn't let come to fruition. "He had his moments."

"He was so mad all the time," The girl croaked, her voice breaking even more. She was lost, not looking at them. Keeping her eyes down, they darted back and forth as she practically stared through the flesh and bone before her. "Watch out for Sammy. Make sure Sam's safe. Don't let anybody touch Sammy. If anything happens to him, I'll know whose fault it is." Her older brother only nodded, but Sam's eyes fluttered back and forth between his siblings. Like he was realizing something he hadn't before. "We were always watching out for Sammy. Who- who watched out for us?"

"Well, for one, Sammy watched out for us. And I watched for both of you, and you took care of us."

"I took care of you?"

"Yeah, Mo, you did," Sam said plainly.

"But I-I went to-" She denied, not entirely believing them. "I went to Hell, and now I don't know anything. You're my brothers? My family? My family tortured me. They-they're the ones that put me on the rack."

"Is that what they told you?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"I saw it!" She roared. Everything came back to her in waves, and not like a movie this time; these were memories. She knew it; she couldn't question it. "You hurt me- you- you touched me." She finally looked up at them, unable to hide the tears. She shook her head, trying to shake away the red, the blood, the screaming, the agony. "You- you- family isn't supposed to do that!"

Sam and Dean stared, their faces pale and drained. They didn't hide their emotions - like she remembered they did so often. They wore it plainly on their faces. Sam was a mixture of deep regret and sorrow. Dean wasn't just angry; he was simmering with rage.

"Now, you listen to me," Dean ordered, and she could almost hear a trace of their father in his voice. He leaned against the arms of her chair - her current prison - and gave her a stare that kept her captive in his gaze. "I went to Hell, too. They did the same thing to me. It. Wasn't. Us. And I know you don't believe that. But you will. Eventually."

When he finished, she nodded. He was wrong. Some part of her did believe him. The conviction in his words, the way he didn't bother to hide the angry tears in his eyes. Some part of her - a minuscule part - hoped he wasn't lying. That her family was still there for her. That maybe, even after everything that had happened, they would hold her when this was all over.

At her slight confirmation, he nodded, too, and stepped back, giving his younger brother room for the next shot. Sam came forward and quickly, without hesitation, put the syringe in her arm and pressed down.

"I don't even know my own name."

Sam didn't balk at her words. He just shook his head and gave her a small, barely there smile.

"You will."

"I don't wanna be human," She cried. Eleven injections in, she could feel the human blood becoming her own. Integrating into her bones, her DNA changed with every second that passed. Her power was draining, and she didn't like it. She was returning to who she was before Hell, the young girl with daddy issues, with two brothers who loved her - but could never get along with.

"Humans are weak, they- their emotions, it's too much," She continued, shuddering. "They feel too much, they don't see how useless they are. How- how small they are. There are eight billion of you, and all of you think you're the most important one. You all think you have some fucked up purpose, that there's something more you can do with your pointless little lives."

"No one here is gonna tell you that being human is a walk in the park," Sam said, his voice calm and steady as if he was expecting her to say this. "But it is better than being a demon. Than killing for no reason. Because even if you don't believe it, I believe we do have a purpose. Maybe it's a tiny one, maybe you're just supposed to be here to make someone else happy. Maybe you're here to teach someone a lesson. Maybe you're here to save the world." His words got light at that, like it was an inside joke, and Dean let out a small laugh. But just because you don't know what it is or can't see it doesn't mean you don't have one."

Before she could respond or give any words to the contrary, he put the needle in her arm and gave her the twelfth shot.

Morgan Winchester opened her eyes. And they were black. She could feel it, feel the remnants of Hell in her eyes. But as quickly as it came, it went. And as they cleared, she groaned. It was a strange feeling, but she felt lighter. Like there wasn't as much weight on her shoulders as before. Her eyes were blue again, like the sky people loved to stare at. Then she remembered she was human again. She was just a young girl again, not a demon, not a monster.

And then the weight returned. Only this time, it was even heavier, as if someone had tied an anvil around her neck and thrown her into the ocean. She remembered everything. Her life, her father, her mother, her brothers, Sam dying, her dad dying, her deal with a demon, Hell, being tortured, then turning around and doing the same, becoming a demon, becoming Adriadne, taking a joyride upstairs, murdering so many innocents. Then, being in here, the crowded but well-protected safe room in some place she had no knowledge of.

She could see her brothers a few feet away. Sam stood in front of Dean, holding a flask - their postures were identical. Tight and reserved, with their brows furrowed and their feet cemented into the floor.

Her face contorted into a question, and she greeted them with their names. She didn't know what else to say. But before she could speak again, Dean threw whatever was in the flask at her face.

Water. Water. Water.

And without needing a second to think about it, Morgan realized it was blessed. Holy water. They were putting her through one final test. To see if their work had paid off. When it didn't burn, sizzle, or boil her skin, her brothers let out a deep exhale of relief. Then, so did she.

"Welcome back, Morgan."

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