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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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Begin Again - Part 4

Alright, things are beginning to heat up! I’ve got an outline now, and I think this’ll be nine chapters if all goes according to plan. Enjoy!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Koss (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut adjacent, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies attraction, Human/Vulcan attraction, mentions of sexual thoughts, innuendo, mutual pining, they both believe their attraction is one-sided but it’s mutual, they’re just idiots experiencing sexual tension, also made-up Vulcan food.

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Nearly another week passed before I gave in to the urge to go down to the underground spring. After Koss mentioned that Vulcans swim au naturel, I found myself both intrigued and nervous about the possibility of going down there and finding my handsome neighbor unclothed. Such a state would do nothing but stir unnecessarily improper mental images.

Eventually, though, my discomfort and frustration with the heat forced me to swallow my reservations. Donning a red one-piece swimsuit, the only one I currently owned, I wrapped a thin robe around my shoulders to wander down into the caverns. Surely it was late enough at night that Koss would be asleep? The thought of enduring the heat for another moment was repugnant, though, so I’d just have to risk it.

As I rounded the corner to the cavern’s opening, I almost didn’t see him at first. Koss was seated amidst a small cluster of lit candles with his legs crossed. He wore only a thin pair of pants, and despite how much I knew I shouldn’t, I paused to silently admire his figure.

His broad shoulders really were just that broad, and the rest of his torso was equally as muscular and solid. I wondered vaguely if his job as an architect intersected with actual construction work, because his skin was sunkissed enough for it to be a possibility. His posture was perfect, and the only expression on his face was one of complete serenity and calm.

Had I been skilled in the medium, I would’ve been inclined to carve his likeness in marble.

“The benefit of the spring is much more substantial when you are submerged in it, Ensign.” Steady but gentle, his voice called out to me. My breath caught in my throat when I suddenly found his gaze locked with mine. There was some question in his eyes - not accusing but curious - about whether I would turn and flee since I’d been discovered or if I would summon my courage and enter despite his presence.

Who was I to disappoint him? Lifting my chin very slightly to at least give the semblance of confidence, I made my way over to the small cabinet at the side and untied my robe. I could feel his gaze burning into me as I slipped the cloth from my arms and laid it across the top of the cabinet.

“Is that a bathing suit?” Glancing over at his question, I noted a faint green blush on his cheeks as if he hadn’t truly intended to ask it aloud - perhaps he hadn’t even meant to reveal that he’d been watching. Now that it was out in the open, however, he couldn’t take it back any more than I could take back the small smile that played over my lips.

“Yes, it is,” I murmured as I struck a pose in jest. Seemingly giving up on his meditation, Koss stood and made his way to me. Had he always been that tall? “It must look odd to you.”

“No, not odd. Different, of course, but...the garment suits you,” Koss stated as his eyes floated back up to my face after his inspection. “Would you join me for a swim?”

“But what about your meditation?”

“What I completed prior to your arrival will be sufficient for tonight,” he said offering me his arm. Koss’s voice was weighted, but surely that was just my imagination.

How odd for a Vulcan to offer physical touch so openly. They weren’t very tactile under normal circumstances, not that I had been overly successful in coaxing Soval into telling me the reason for their aversion.

Grasping his forearm lightly, I walked with him to the water’s edge. I assumed he would pause to remove the last of his clothing before we got in, but he stepped into the water without hesitation.

When he was immersed to his waist, he turned and offered me his hands. Twice in one day? Very strange for a Vulcan. Laying my palms in his upturned ones, I walked slowly forward, descending the three carved steps into the water until I was practically standing in his arms. The heat radiating off his chest made my cheeks burn as I looked up into his eyes.

Koss swallowed before taking a slow step back in the water and releasing my hands. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said he looked as flustered as I felt.

“I thought Vulcans didn’t wear clothes to go swimming?” My voice was shakier than I’d hoped it would be when I finally spoke, but he didn’t seem to notice. He glanced down at his doused pants.

“Normally I wouldn’t, but I wasn’t certain that you would be comfortable with that,” he explained, and I couldn’t help but blink in surprise.

“Koss, that’s really thoughtful of you, and I appreciate you taking my feelings into account, but I don’t want you to sacrifice your comfort just to satisfy what you believe mine to be,” I said as I stepped a little deeper into the pool and the water level finally rose above my chest. The crisp, cool water felt heavenly swirling around my skin. “I’m quite capable of adapting to changes.”

“I do not doubt that.” The wry humor in his tone made me smile. “You had adapted to the Forge rather well prior to your lirpa injuries, and you seem to be taking to your change in residence with ease.”

Oh. He’d meant it logically. Of course. How had I thought I’d heard humor? My wishful thinking was going to end up making an idiot out of me.

Shaking off my momentary lapse, I changed the subject to Vulcan literature - a topic which allowed us to talk and swim for several hours that night. When my new friend tossed me a towel and we both returned to our respective homes for the night, the sight of Koss stepping out of the spring with water droplets clinging to his bare torso was seared into my memory. For the next several days, that damnable image popped into my head at the most inopportune times, plaguing me with inappropriate thoughts and distractions.

Even Soval noticed my preoccupation. He was kind enough not to ask what was on my mind more than once - my reluctance proved to be an effective deterrent for once - and he even saw fit to teach me a Vulcan technique that helped me clear my mind.

Just when I thought I’d forced my imagination back into safe territory regarding Koss, that’s when it all fell apart. I ventured back down to the spring under the foolish, arrogant assumption that I had my mind firmly under control. The siren call of the cold water promised a nice, calm, relaxing night and relief from the unrelenting heat of Vulcan’s suns.

Too bad Koss had other plans. When I descended into the cavern once more, my jaw dropped. My Vulcan neighbor was meditating again, but this time he was entirely without clothing. Biting my lower lip, I tried to behave as I normally would, hoping he hadn’t noticed how long I’d been lingering in the doorway. Without saying a word, I removed my robe, laid it over the cabinet as I had before, and used all my focus to walk toward the water without sneaking a peek at Koss’s...endowment.

As I neared the edge, however, a quiet call of my name forced me to turn toward him. I looked down where he’d been sitting, but my eyes ended up where they shouldn’t, and–

Oh.

Koss had stood up, and he was very well-equipped. My eyes flicked quickly back up to his, and I hoped he couldn’t tell how hard I was biting the inside of my cheek.

“Shall I lay out a towel for you?” How could he sound so casual when he’d just caught me checking him out?

“I-I...Yes, please. Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you.” I mentally cringed at how breathy I sounded. Blessedly, he didn’t comment on how brightly my cheeks were burning. On shaky legs, I made my way down the steps and dove under the water. I hoped that the low temperature would help cool me down in more ways than one.

Alas, it was a futile effort.

Coming up for air near the spring’s side, I flicked my wet hair out of my eyes and grasped the smooth stone of the outer rim as I drew a deep breath. There Koss stood with his back to me, putting two towels aside for us. He had a few scars here and there which only added to my curiosity about him. I knew I should look away, but he was so handsome. Surely it was logical to admire beauty when one found it in another...wasn’t it?

Oh, who was I kidding? Anyone would have scowled at my absurd justification for such an emotional reaction to seeing a bit of skin, especially a Vulcan like him. After all, this wasn’t anything sexual to Koss. What I saw as swimming nude was simply swimming to him. It was normal for his people, and I shouldn’t have allowed my hormones to control my thoughts for as long as I did. Taking a deep breath, I tried to behave more calmly as my companion joined me.

“How was your day?” I didn’t dare look over at him until I was certain the water was high enough to cover his modesty. Koss sounded so matter-of-fact.

“It went well. Soval and I have been working with an Andorian diplomat about establishing a trade agreement. My experience with Commander Shran and his crewmates from the Kumari have given me a baseline for establishing the Ambassador’s mood, so our discussions have been mostly cordial.” I didn’t want to ramble too much, so I gave Koss a smile and reciprocated his interest. “What about you? Design any new architectural masterpieces?”

“Not yet, but I was commissioned to design a new wing for the Earth Embassy today. I was told that it should be suitable for Andorian residents. Presumably, the Andorian Ambassador whom you mentioned sees the potential for a positive outcome if he wishes to remain. Logically, it stands to reason that he has recommended his government assign a more permanent delegation,” Koss explained as he swam to my side. “You have obviously made quite an impression.”

His arm brushed against mine just beneath the surface of the water, and something electric passed between us. Had Koss felt that too, or was I just going insane?

“That’s kind of you to say, but I’m sure it was Ambassador Soval who swayed him. I was just there to smooth out a few rough edges, that’s all.”

“Then why would the Andorians request a residence for their diplomats inside the Earth Embassy? If the Ambassador truly thought nothing of your own involvement, it would be more logical to request a separate space.” Koss’s logic was sound. I hadn’t considered it that way.

I thanked him quietly, and we moved onto different topics. Over the two months that followed, our evening swims became an almost nightly ritual. Our conversations flowed more smoothly as we grew more comfortable around each other. Pretty soon, Koss was able to read me like a book, and I’d gotten better at doing the same for him.

Our banter became more casual and frequently entertained us well past our respective bedtimes. Well, at least past my own bedtime. Vulcans didn’t need as much sleep as Humans, so usually when I left for the night, Koss settled in to meditate before heading to his bed. He’d pretty much given up on attempting the practice beforehand.

Tonight, I hadn’t intended to come back down after I’d bid Koss a good night, but I’d gotten up to my living area to find it storming. I’d been through several storms on Vulcan before, but none had been quite as loud as this. Making sure the rooftop garden was covered, I got into a pair of pajamas, grabbed a blanket, and wandered back down to the spring.

It was so blessedly quiet down there. The reverberations of the much-louder-than-Earth’s thunderclaps were entirely silenced in the caverns, so it was the logical place for me to go.

Koss looked up from his meditation at the sound of my feet against the stone.

“Ensign? You should be resting. Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just storming pretty loudly, and I figured I’d have a calmer night down here,” I explained, and Koss tilted his head curiously. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all, but...does Earth not have storms?” If he hadn’t asked it with such earnest innocence, I’d have guessed that Koss was messing with me.

“We do, but they tend to be quieter. Normally, I can sleep through thunderstorms just fine, but the ones here on Vulcan are somewhat more vocal,” I said walking over to the large pile of cushions. As I’d discovered a few weeks prior, they were all massed atop a large, silk-sheet-covered mattress to form an absolutely luxuriant sleeping area. I moved a few of the pillows out of the way and propped myself up with one. Just as I draped my blanket over my legs, Koss extinguished his candles and came to join me. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It is of no consequence. Tonight, I lacked the necessary concentration, so I would not have accomplished much anyway. I will repeat the attempt in the morning,” he stated simply as he moved a few cushions as well and reclined beside me. He’d donned only his pants since I’d attempted to go to bed earlier. His robe still lay over the cabinet where he’d placed it. “As it stands, I would much rather take this opportunity to speak further with you.”

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?”

“Only when I am conversing with you, it seems,” he murmured, and I couldn’t stop the little huff of laughter that bubbled out of me. Over the duration of our friendship, I’d worked out that Koss enjoyed seeing me flustered. Tonight was obviously no exception.

We talked for a while longer before I started drifting off. I mumbled an apology, but Koss just convinced me to lie down and tugged my blanket a little farther up my body. He lounged on his side next to me and gave me an almost-smile that made my fuzzy little brain melt even further as I struggled to keep my eyelids open. “Sleep. I’ll make sure you wake up in time to get ready for your shift at the Embassy.”

How could I argue with that? Nodding my head silently, I snuggled into the veritable pile of pillows and let myself glide slowly into unconsciousness. Koss said something in Vuhlkansu, but it eluded the feeble grasp of my sleep-addled mind. It could wait. So could the gentle fingertips that brushed over the apple of my cheek as dreamland took me.

Low, gentle words wafted over my ears, but all I could do was let out a sleepy little sound.

“I apologize, ashalik, but it is morning. You need to wake up.” I knew that voice. It was such a nice one...soft, warm...safe...

“Koss?” Even half-asleep I was aware enough to recognize that I sounded at least as disheveled as I probably looked. Blinking slowly, I looked up to see Koss kneeling beside me, not one iota more dressed than he had been before we’d slept with the exception of mussed hair.

“Good morning. I apologize for keeping you up so late,” he said as he looked into my eyes almost sheepishly.

“Oh hush. I always enjoy spending time with you. I’m surprised we haven’t stayed up that late before now,” I said as I forced myself to sit up. As soon as I did, he turned and grabbed a tray. “You made breakfast?”

A slight blush colored his cheeks as he set the tray between us and passed me one of the bowls.

“I did. It was logical to assume that you would be hungry when you awoke,” he stated as he handed me a spoon. “Besides, you made a meal for me. I thought it fitting that I should return the favor. The gespar are freshly picked, so they should still taste their best.”

I looked up at him slightly alarmed when I processed what he’d said.

“Did you go out in the storm to pick them?” He held up a hand calmly and shook his head.

“The storm’s cycle came to an end before I went to make the morning meal. I assure you, I did not risk my safety, though I do appreciate your concern,” he explained, and I turned my gaze down to my food so I wouldn’t embarrass myself further. Koss had made what looked like something similar to oatmeal only it was blue with sliced fruit - gespar, I should say - laid in a semi-circle over the top.

“This looks delicious, Koss. Thank you.” When I moved into this home, I never thought I’d have breakfast with a shirtless Vulcan in an underground cave. Yet there I was. By the time we went our separate ways to begin the day, I was more content than I had been since my transfer.

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Vulcan words:

ashalik = darling

#deepspacedukat fic #koss x reader #Koss of Vulcan #Koss the Vulcan Architect #mentions of nudity #smut adjacent

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hold-him-down · 2 years

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I don't know how this would work in Leo's story or if you could even use it, and if not feel free to disregard, but I have seen a couple of posts recently about whumpers betting their whumpees during card games and I don't know that just sounds neat.

Nothing Permanent

TW: Implied noncon, mentions of nudity, institutionalized slavery, blood mention, betting a whole ass person in a poker game, fear of noncon, discussions of noncon, references to noncon touch, fucky headspace, references to conditioning... the usual suspects.

Notes: Early in Kylie Smith’s contract. Leo’s first buyer out of training. Not really a linear plot happening but it's words and i wrote em so as promised, they are now everyone else's problem :)

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✥ ✥ ✥

He’s bleeding, he thinks. He’s blindfolded, so he isn’t completely sure if the blood has stopped, but every hand that’s been dealt and won, Leo is forced to take a shot, or lose a piece of clothing, or he’s been touched or he’s forced to touch or he’s… or he’s hurt. There’s no pattern to it.

This… woman, Mrs. Smith, loves his suffering. In a way he wasn’t prepared to handle, she longs for true, genuine agony. And tonight, she’s chased it.

He feels something slice into him and every muscle in Leo’s body locks as he swallows back a scream. “Not too deep,” she says. “The director said no scars.”

“Jesus,” one of the men say. Kyle, Leo thinks. He’s outspoken, he’s handsy. He’s drunk and he’s dangerous and if he wins this game, Leo goes home with–

Liquid is poured along the new cut and Leo wails in spite of his training, curling up as tight as he can on the chair they’ve tied him to, willing the meager contents of his stomach to stay put.

He’s gasping in short, ragged breaths when he feels cool hands come around his neck, pulling his head up.

Her lips are cool against his jaw and he hears himself struggling over each breath as her tongue grazes his neck. Distantly, he knows his arm is being wrapped up, and that they’ll soon start another round. He doesn’t know if he should be grateful for the moment unattended, or dread what follows it.

The blindfold that collects his tears is soaked by now. He’s body is covered in bruises and sweat and blood and he just… he just wants to go home. He just wants–

“He’s okay,” Mrs. Smith says, her teeth grazing his skin as she backs away from him.

“He doesn’t exactly look it,” says another woman.

It earns a laugh from all around him, and then a sort of silence grows, and Leo knows their attention has returned to their game.

✥ ✥ ✥

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

Covered in sweat, still trying to catch his breath, Leo can only nod and hope it’s enough. Mrs. Smith runs her fingers through his hair, letting her nails lightly graze his neck and she pulls him into a hug. His head drops against her shoulder. It’s what she wants, and he thinks if he can delay this next part, for as long as possible, if he can save himself a single moment of misery, it’s worth it.

“See? He’s sweet,” she says to someone that he can’t see. He closes his eyes, pulling in long breaths through his nose. Leo doesn’t think he can stop this from happening, but if he can earn Mrs. Smith’s favor back, maybe she’ll… make him take it easy.

She abruptly breaks the hug, her grip tight on his shoulders as she pushes him back, meeting his eyes.

“Have fun tonight,” she says, and Leo nods, swallowing.

The man, the one who so gleefully tormented him for the past three hours, inclines his head toward the door with a smile.

“Nothing permanent,” she reminds him.

“Nothing permanent.” His voice is thick with desire, Leo thinks. And in an instant, there’s a palm on the small of his back, guiding him out the door and toward the last remaining car in the driveway.

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The first sign that the night isn’t going to go as expected is when they get to the car. The man, Kyle Montgomery, clears his throat and utters a muffled, “Sit wherever you’re comfortable.”

Leo tenses.

“Sir?” he asks, hand hovering over the rear door handle. He half expected to be folded into the trunk, and he doesn’t want to misstep this early in the evening.

Kyle nods his approval. “That’s fine. I don’t care where you sit.” Kyle’s eyes move to the window, where Mrs. Smith watches them with a smile. “Just get in the fucking car,” he says tersely.

Leo does, stiff, unsure of whether he actually did what he was supposed to do. He would find out soon enough. The next ten minutes are spent in silence, and when Kyle pulls into a drive-up take-out window, Leo finds himself once again taken aback.

“What do you want?” the man asks, meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“I–” shouldn’t eat, is what Leo wants to say. But, as if the response has been coded into him, he finds himself saying, “I’d like whatever you’re having.” He hates himself for it. He hates every piece of himself that been broken down by the training. And still, once the words have left his mouth, he can breathe a little easier. It hasn’t stopped freaking him out. That his brain was rewired to do this. That his body seems to act on its own accord.

Kyle orders, and they sit in silence as his card is scanned, as the woman hands him the bag, as he drives away. The bag is placed on the passenger seat, the smell hitting Leo in waves, and he wonders idly if it was bought for him as a reward for later. Or to build motivation. It doesn’t matter. He’ll do whatever he’s supposed to do.

The silence lingers, save for the soft humming along to the radio. It makes the hairs on Leo’s arms stick up.

They pull into a gated driveway and make their way toward a looming brick townhome, and Leo is suddenly grateful the food hasn’t been offered to him yet. He doesn’t love the way his stomach is knotting up, or the way his throat is running dry.

He’s led in through the back, but Kyle doesn’t touch him. The moment they enter the main room, the lights turn themselves on, and Leo’s… He’s there, in this man’s house, to do… whatever this man wants him to do. Will he ever get used to the unease?

“Have a seat,” Kyle says, gesturing to the sofa. Leo does, carefully, keeping his eyes down. He wants to see. To see if there are things in this room that will hurt him. To see what kind of man he’s got for company tonight. His heart pounds against his ribcage and he swallows as the weight of the other person falls next to him. “Don’t do that,” Kyle says.

Leo nods. “I’m sorry.”

The man hands him a burger from the bag and Leo regards it carefully. “Are you hurt badly?” he asks.

The confusion must be evident on Leo’s face, because Kyle clarifies, “Your… Your head. And your… arm. Your stomach. Everything, I guess.”

“I’m okay.” Leo takes a deep breath and tries a bite of the sandwich, the smallest bit, just to distract himself. He’s rewarded with a smile, and he smiles back, a little bit. He’s proud of himself, for making this man smile.

“I don’t know if I believe that,” Kyle says quietly, but he smiles again.

After every bite, Leo looks up at the man who watches him, thumb gliding across the rim of his glass, to make sure he’s doing okay.

He chews slowly, and he counts his breaths, and he waits for the other shoe to drop. He’s heard stories of men like this. Of men who pretend to be your friend, who let workers get their guard down. Of men who feed off of their hope, and once they have it, they strike. Of how much worse that feels. But every time Kyle smiles, Leo can’t stop the wave of fucking pride that surges through him.

As midnight rolls around, and Leo is still unscathed, he decides to try to push things along. Kyle sits quietly on the opposite side of the couch, his eyes burning into Leo’s body through every second.

“I’m terribly sorry that I’m such poor company,” he says abruptly. It’s his seventh pass at making conversation, and Leo has done his best to enthusiastically participate, but it keeps faltering. “Truth be told, I– I’m not really interested in this type of thing.”

Leo wants to ask why he fought so hard for it, if he’s not interested in it. He wants to ask why he was so aggressive at Mrs. Smith’s house, if he’s not interested in it. But he doesn’t. Instead, he closes a little bit of the distance between him.

“It’s alright,” he says. “I– Whatever you want, is fine.” When Kyle doesn’t back away, Leo inches closer still.

Kyle’s eyes pinch shut in an instant and he stands, just as Leo sinks into the sofa next to him. “I don’t want this,” he says.

The sudden change in the atmosphere rattles Leo, but he stands, too. His jaw locks, but he doesn’t bite back. He’s practiced this. All of this, so many times. He can do this.

“What do you want?” he says, keeping his tone very carefully neutral.

Kyle glances around his room. “What can you do? That isn’t–” he gestures vaguely toward Leo’s middle “–aggressively nonconsensual.”

And for a moment, Leo feels something close to anger bubbling inside of him. He thought that had been beaten out of him by now, but it’s there, just under the surface. Nothing. The answer, he thinks, is nothing. The word he says though, the picture perfect textbook word, is, “Anything.”

He can almost feel the whisper of a hand on the back of his neck, of a bottle of water being tipped up against his dry lips, a Good, Leo, spoken from just outside of his line of sight. He swallows, and the dopamine surging through him at the absolute rightness of his answer relaxes him. He glances around the room, trying to get an idea of how this temporary pseudo-buyer might like to spend the evening, or at least the warm up.

“I can… draw,” he says softly. “I can… I can play the piano, I can read to you? If you’d like, we can… um, we can just talk, or watch a movie, I’m a good–”

“The piano sounds nice,” Kyle interrupts tersely. He sits back down, gesturing toward the Grand Piano in the corner. “If you’re okay with it, the piano sounds nice.” His voice is less aggressive on the second pass, and Leo nods.

“Of course,” he says.

And that’s how he spends the evening with Kyle Montgomery. Playing the piano, and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

✥ ✥ ✥

The first thing Mrs. Smith asked him to do when he arrived back at her apartment as the sun rose was to strip.

He did, without a word, folding his clothing and setting it on the entry table. She examines every inch of him, checking for damage. She pushes into the bruises and cuts, all reminders of an evening spent suffering before leaving with Kyle, just to watch him tense. He doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction, but when she digs her nail into his arm, he hisses in a breath.

“There you are,” she whispers. She gets a towel from the kitchen and holds if over the newly bleeding wound, then covers it with his free hand. He hates her. He hates this. Every second of it. He longs for the moment that it gets easier, but isn’t sure it ever will.

“Did he hurt you?” Mrs. Smith asks, using the tip of her forefinger to tilt Leo’s chin upward.

“Yes,” Leo whispers.

“Did he fuck you?”

Leo nods. The lie slides easily off of his tongue, with her fingers now lingering on the back of his neck.

“Yes.”

She nods and stands, smiling as she does. “I hope you were good for him, my angel.”

She leans down and plants a kiss against his forehead. And then she leaves, and he leans back on his heels. Leo has been here for just two weeks. If he’s learned anything at all, it’s not to move unless he’s asked to. And so, as the minutes bleed into hours, Leo sits there, waiting for whatever comes next.

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#implied noncon #mentions of nudity #institutionalized slavery #blood mention #betting a whole ass person in a poker game #fear of noncon #discussions of noncon #references to noncon touch #fucky headspace #references to conditioning... the usual suspects.#i'm supposed to write tomorrow too #maybe another one of the asks that came #although i think i checked 3 of them off in this one #just going through and adding tropes #ty to all that sent #i appreciate you

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babychoko · 2 years

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🌺𝔸 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥🌺

Part 11

Note: Edited the last part because sentences were somehow deleted.

Pebbles crunched as I walked limply around the corner to my flat. I thought that the winter time would be quieter and more relaxed. But this did not seem to be the case. Things had become more stressful at my work because drinking coffee was especially popular during the cold season. Usually I had a little time to sit down. But I stayed on my feet almost the entire shift. My headache from the seminar didn't help at all. I'm through for today.

I have to mention that my seminar is not as much fun as before. Mr. Zhongli is no longer leading the class and is taking his post as a guest elsewhere. I haven't seen him for quite a while. And when I do, it's rarely in the hallway, on the second floor. I really missed his methods and found him interesting.

That reminds me, I still have his contact details. He gave me these back then when I was worried about Venti. Should I come to an emergency, he would help me.

Through all my worries, I didn't notice what he said. But...emergency? I suppose if it has something to do with Venti. After all, they're very close. I learned then that Mr. Zhongli helped him out of a jam.

Exactly.

When Venti got to a very low point in his life and lost control of himself. It tears my heart to think about it. Every now and then I think, what would have happened if we had met earlier? Most likely not much. After all, we have a bit of an age difference. No kidding, I thought he was in his early twenties.

But he isn't.

Blessed with a round face, wrinkle-free, he's proudly...

Oh, never mind his age.

What I do know is that he's been through a lot. And if he needs my help, that I will be there for him anytime. With these thoughts, I trot up the stairs to my flat door. It took me quite a while to get there and open the door. What I needed now is to put my feet up. They're bound to fall off any time now if I don't do that.

Winter time..yes yes. One is always sad there. And in autumn, you're still full of joie de vivre.

I suppose so. The colourful leaves still radiated life in nature. And now the branches are standing all bare and blowing away. The new year has already started and I don't feel like new.

As the saying goes: new year, new me.

This and that.

But I can promise that I am exactly the same person at 00:00 as I was at 11:59.

My bag emitted a dull sound as dropped on the floor and took off my shoes, followed by my jacket and other stuff.

I just want to lie down. That's all. Tomorrow I'm sure I'll be re-energised.

I finally sat down on the sofa with my house clothes on and ate my warmed up dinner. But after only a few seconds I was interrupted by a phone call.

Huh?

I answered the call without looking to see who it was.

"(Name)! Long time no hear." I furrowed my eyebrows in irritation.

"To hear from you again..."

"Ehh... aren't you glad? There was a reason for that! Now listen carefully."

"I'm all ears." I sighed and took another bite. He gasped for air.

"I'm allergic to cats, after all..“ Then he exhaled.

"A fact, yes."

"When I was on my way to university, a cat wouldn't budge. I bet it knew I was allergic to them. Roadblock, I tell you. And here's the thing: I wanted to get to the other side of the road..until this beast attacked me! She was looking for trouble!"

Pause.

Oh, he's done? Does he want me to respond?

"Venti, you mean to tell me that a strange cat tried to mess with you of all people?"

"I didn't have time to cuddle with that one. That could have ended fatally. So I was going to decline, then my phone fell out of my hand: it got broken! Uh, hello?"

I struggled to keep from laughing out loud. Him and his stories! Wait a minute...

"So how did you call me now?" I looked at the screen at that exact moment. Oh, his home phone. "It's been taken care of. So your phone didn't survive?"

"And I almost didn't either! Imagine that, (Name)." The thought of Venti rejecting cuddles from a cat made me laugh.

"Can your phone be fixed?"

He sighed. "Unfortunately, no. That's why I have to buy a new phone. What a waste!" I put my plate down on the table. "I think it's about time for a new model. It doesn't have to be expensive." He was always sending me sms. He could make things easier with a smartphone. There are apps that cost nothing. He can send me endless messages or make long phone calls. Besides, nowadays you're almost forced to walk around with a smartphone.

You can't do much without apps any more. But no matter how many times you mention it, Venti was never really convinced. He booked tickets or anything else directly from a shop, office or wherever.

"Maybe I should get one similar to yours."

"That would be good..wait, what?" Venti and a smartphone? I should call the reporters. He'll make headlines.

"Let's look at some models. How about this?" A good opportunity, and to see again. How many weeks has it been? The last time was when he finally met my mother. One day I went to see her and introduced Venti to her. So, a long time ago. Before Christmas.

Her reaction was completely different from what I expected. She was very relaxed, calm and happy. He has a certain charisma that you can't hate. Luckily he didn't let out a line like, "Oh, I didn't know you had a sister!" He would have blown her away with that. Also, I was relieved that she didn't ask about future plans..

After all, he and I didn't bring this up any further. But it was clear that we were leaving everything to fate.

When Venti agreed, we went looking for a smartphone in the shop the very next day. There was a cheap model with a camera from every brand.

"This one costs more than a whole rent to a capital city..how many lenses is that? Huh..THREE?" He looked more closely at the back. "And where's the back button?" I swiped at the screen. "That's how you do it. They don't have those on the newer ones-"

Click

"Wow! Really detailed is this camera!"

"Venti, d-delete that!" Another reason why I won't get one of these. Besides, I can hear our wallets howling.

Sighing, I deleted the picture and also the ones taken by some teenagers. They seem to have forgotten to delete their pictures. It could be that I did a favour for them.

"And a lot of people buy that? Aren't they all practically the same?"

"Well, this brand is popular. Especially among the younger ones. Let's go to the other section. They're cheaper there." I forgot he lives under a rock. Further away from the city, no TV, little internet use... I already envy him for that.

And what a joy that he is not picky. We found the right model for him after not long. In the very next shop, I was allowed to choose a new mobile phone cover for him. It was a light shade of green with a dandelion inside. He liked this cover very much.

After the successful shopping, we sat down in a café and ordered something to drink. I showed him some functions, which he quickly learned to use.

"Hmm... sending you endless messages. That doesn't sound bad." I can get ready for something. But of course I would be delighted. I'll admit that.

I sipped my cocoa in silence and put my phone back on the table. "What have you been up to lately, Venti?"

"Quite a lot of typing. I think my fingers are going to fall off. Not to mention I've had a lot of gigs." So he's been busy too. Poor guy.

"And what about you? (Name), you don't overwork yourself..do you?" If I lied to him now, would he believe me?

"I..I'm still trying with the balance.." He looked half-satisfied. But then he smiled. "Oh, really? As long as you don't overwork yourself, that's fine! After today, you can call me anytime~"

"How's the iron infusion going?" He looked to the side as he drank his cocoa.

"It's finished. I'm following protocol with the diet. But the improvement... is minimal."

"At least it's better than nothing, right?" Looks like we'll continue to do our best.

There was a brief silence between us. We were running out of things to talk about. That's what I thought, at least, until Venti tapped me and pointed to a baby in a highchair.

"Look. He's been staring at you for quite a while..." He whispered with a grin.

What..at me? I looked over Venti's shoulders and sure enough, the baby was looking at me. An older man who could be his grandpa was trying to feed him. But the baby was far too distracted by me and didn't turn to his spoon.

His eyes were a warm emerald colour and his hair was very light in contrast to his skin colour.

When we made eye contact, he smiled at me. It felt very familiar. I didn't feel tense at all.

After that, he finally let his grandpa feed him. Normally I had a feeling that children were afraid of me. But this time it was not the case.

"Ahaa..are you hiding something from me?"

"I-idiot..no way!"

Venti turned to the baby and held out his snow-white hand. The child stopped munching on his bib, let it go and tried to reach for his hand instead.

It was an unusual sight in a café, but Venti could make fast friends with anyone. In the next few seconds he squatted in front of the baby chair and held the baby's little hand with a warm smile. The grandpa couldn't help grinning and put the spoon aside. He probably gave up trying to feed his grandchild and watched. He seemed to have said something because Venti turned to him and nodded, then replied.

I was still sitting a little further away, watching in silence as I rested my cheek on my hand. Seeing them interact so familiarly warmed my heart in a way. Yesterday I was a mess and now a joy awakened me.

I know those emerald eyes will not be forgotten.

We paid after a while and left the café.

"You've made a new little friend, I take it?" I said jokingly and put my hands in my jacket pocket.

"You could say that! There's nothing purer than a child's smile and desire. I love them!"

"You're very kind, Venti." It's no wonder no one feels uncomfortable around him.

He smiled at me, which was contagious. But then I had a suspicion.

Venti...could it be that with me he wants a.. no, no. I'm overthinking everything! But come to think of it, he's older than me. You might have different plans after a few years. Besides, he'll be done with his studies very soon.

After all, life comes with responsibilities. Should I take on another responsibility when it comes my way? When it comes upon us.

Maybe one shouldn't always live a blanket life after all. It's what I used to firmly believe in.

"Venti, do you think... that someday..." Oh, it's not easy to ask.

"Yeah?" He bent down to me. I could feel the warmth in my cheeks.

"Forget it! It doesn't matter now."

"Oh, is that so?" He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Then ask me another time~"

Is he trying to tell me that he knows what I wanted to ask? I'm sure he's just pretending! A quirk of his to make me feel uneasy.

"Are you staying at my place tonight?" I didn't see what was stopping me. So I said yes. It's another opportunity to spend time together.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

The long bus ride didn't bother us at all. On the contrary, with him, the time passed quickly. This time, I was the one drawing something with my fingers on the fogged windows.

"(Name), can I ask you something?"

"Anytime? Yes."

He then drew with me at the window. A sun.

"Do you..believe in reincarnation?"

"I think so. I'm still very unsure about it." Reincarnation is one thing that has remained unanswered for me until now. But why was he asking me that? Then I remembered that he can start conversations about anything.

"What about you, Venti?"

"I used to be very unsure about it. But for a while now, I've believed in it."

"Only for a while?" I asked, confused. "What made you do it?"

"I'd say... a sudden change of heart. Funny, isn't it?" He leaned his head against me.

"Changes of mind are like swings of emotions for me. At some point you harden up and let it slide."

"Now that you mention it. There were a lot of things I didn't like to accept for some reason. But when you get used to it..." I reflected.

"But you know, I've always believed in incarnation. Even before reincarnation."

It didn't look like Venti was expecting an answer. So I said nothing and painted a face on the sun at the window. But the misting on the window dripped down. Now it looked like the sun was crying with a smile.

When we got out, we went to his house. It was already late and he switched on a lamp. "Shall I turn up the heater?"

"It's okay, I'm not cold. You can leave it off." I then pointed to the embroidery on the living room table.

"Have you got on with it yet? Let me see it."

Excited, I sat with him and he took out the small piece of fabric. A purple flower was visible on it.

"What kind of flower is that?"

"The Hyacinth. But unfortunately you can't see it clearly. I'm not that good. You‘ve got me beat. Look at yours!"

I shook my head with a laugh. "I still can't embroider the rabbits in detail! I'll never get a little pillow like that. Or a tissue..."

"Well, I think you've really improved. If you keep it up, you will!"

I nodded and stroked the small half-finished embroidered fabric.

The purple hyacinth..what does it stand for again?

"Shall we continue? Now that we're at it." He suggested and took a needle in his hand.

We had nothing else to do, so we embroidered together as usual. It was a relaxing hobby for the two of us. Much better than watching TV at my place and making fun of hosts or stupid decisions on blind-date shows. Those were the ones that upset us the most.

A few times my thoughts were interrupted because I pricked my fingers with the needle with my clumsiness. But I didn't prick myself too deeply, which was good. Otherwise he would dramatise and come at me with a first aid kit.

"Listen, about earlier... I wanted to apologise. I forgot that supernatural subjects scare you." Said Venti softly.

"It depends on what kind of subjects..." I corrected, not wanting him to feel guilty.

"(Name), may I ask what exactly are you afraid of?"

What exactly am I afraid of? As soon as night falls and you're alone, I suppose. That's the problem with me.

"During the day, I can work things over just fine. But as soon as it gets dark... then I almost lose control. I can't see anything. I don't know what can suddenly come out of the darkness. And most things... they happen at night. That's how it is in stories. I think that's what it is." I confessed frankly. "And now, add paranormal things."

"I see. Thank you." He says thank you? Now that's an unusual response.

"Uh..here you go." A fitting response for him.

"There's something I actually want to show you." He whispered, lowering the embroidery to his lap and closing his eyes. "But... I don't want to scare you." Is that why he was asking about my fears?

"Why should I be afraid of you? I'm sure you don't want to scare me. What do you want to show me?"

"About this.. I cannot explain to you exactly. But I want to trust you with it!"

"All right... please show me, Venti."

It was something he couldn't show me in his home. He said to me that he should take me for a walk first. In his area, you can see the stars very clearly. The city lights are very far away for that, which makes it possible.

"What about tonight?"

I shook my head. "When I'm outside with you... then I don't feel fear. Only when I'm alone." I then looked at the moon as I walked. Today it was shining brightly and cloudless. We walked along the pebble path. "I find this night particularly beautiful. More beautiful than when I look out of my window. There I only see darkness in the sky."

I put my arms around myself as the wind pulled the cold breeze past us. Then I stopped in front of the forest. If you go deeper in, there's a hill. And far away, you can make out a source of light. That's when you know it's the city. But I've never seen it. Venti has always told me about it. But we never got to go in together.

"You are not alone, I am with you. Please let me show you the background of darkness."

I hesitated and looked at Venti.

"It's like a murder movie, you know."

He sighed and looked to me. "And that's where the problem starts..." I scratched the back of my head, grinning slightly.

"You're right about that. But I trust you." (Name), think of something nice! Otherwise, you'll never make it.

It's a short way, which seemed long to me. He and I walked deeper and deeper through the small forest. But as it turned out, the forest was not so dark. Further back, it was even light.

It was never completely dark. And when I looked up, the sky was still there.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the hill. The view of the city far in the back was actually very wonderful! I don't know if I've ever seen anything so beautiful on a night!

"It's amazing..." I murmured and continued to look.

"Light is stronger than darkness." He said and smiled at me. "Look, you made it! You're here."

I nodded and looked away from him as well. "It's not as bad here as I thought." How could I doubt the night...? Of course, it doesn't mean my fear is completely gone. But a small part..it does. "It's a small step, thank you."

I breathed into my hands to get some warmth off, hence not putting on my gloves.

"Do you come here often?"

"Once in a while, when I need inspiration or to empty my head."

"And what about other people?"

"Unfortunately I'm the only one, I haven't seen anyone else here except myself. But I'm glad you know the place now." He said quietly, looking up at the sky.

Then I remembered that he wanted to show me something. Or was it just this place? Because Venti looked like he had something else in his heart. Something he wants to let go of.

I then turned to him. He was now looking calmly at me. "Was that what you wanted to entrust to me?"

He shook his head. "Not quite. But I think you had a hunch a few times."

"A hunch?" I asked.

"Mmm." He nodded. "Maybe if I show you, it will come back to you?"

"Oh, okay."

He approached me and put his hands down as a sign for me to put my hands on top. When I did so, he held them tightly.

He closed his eyes.

And at that very moment, something happened that I could not explain. Something that no one seems to be able to explain. I couldn't believe my eyes. And I couldn't feel anything else at that moment except the wind.

The wind was getting stronger, but not colder. My whole body warmed up and the branches on the trees rustled louder.

I could have sworn that his eyes lit up slightly when he opened them. His hair swayed and I looked around. He could easily lift himself above the ground, it was as if gravity did not exist.

Then I remembered what he once said:

"With the power of the wind!"

"I only had to swing my arm once and a strong gust of wind can blow everything away. Down to the last lint!"

Wind...

Wind?!

"V-Venti..." I could only get out in a whisper. I couldn't believe anything. What I was seeing wasn't an act.

It was real.

Venti could control the wind.

These thoughts occupied me as we walked back home without words after a while.

He said nothing, I said nothing. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Words only came when I took off my shoes at his door. Venti beat me to it and walked slowly into the living room. I asked him not to turn on the lights and didn't do it myself. When I entered the living room, he was standing in front of his balcony, which is very wide.

Only the moon gave us light.

I approached Venti and gently put a hand on his right shoulder. After my gesture, he turned to me.

Then he unbuttoned his shirt and I looked at his bare chest where the mark was, which glowed slightly. So it really wasn't a tattoo?

"This..I've always had this." Were the first words he spoke after a while.

I swallowed once. "Do you have any more?" Now my heart was racing as he turned from the balcony again.

"I will show you this one. (Name), are you afraid of me?"

I shook my head.

"You... don't want to go?" He asked in a whisper

"I want to stay with you." I just want to be here, nothing more and no questions asked. What I want now is... to be with him.

At that moment I took him in my arms.

"Please, show me the other m..mar..k..mh."

He released his lips from mine.

"(Name), thank you."

Actually, my heart should be racing again at this moment.

But I felt so numb that the fear and nervousness were not there. We parted our lips, eyes still half open. It was as if time was passing quickly. Although it took a while for us to settle down on the carpet of the living room, not paying attention to other rooms. Probably because there might be an interruption or because it would be uncomfortable. I was already lying face down, hips raised a little.

Small breaths could be heard from him and I pressed my head deeper into the sofa cushion that lay on the floor. I was too embarrassed to look at him. After feeling a slight sting, I clawed my right hand into the fabric of a shirt lying next to the cushions. It was probably his. Maybe it was mine too. But in this darkness, I couldn't really tell. After all, our clothes were somehow spread around us. One could guess what we were doing? Or rather, what we were trying to do.

My unfitting, distracting thoughts about our clothes were interrupted when I felt a stinging sensation inside me again. I pushed a small sound from my lips at that and lifted my head from the pillow.

"H..hyah..!!" It hurts. I don't want to lie. Ahahah..those may not be tears of joy. They're tears of pain. I was about to tell him to go ahead.

Then his grip loosened around my hips, one hand stroked from my hip higher and higher to my head, and with it a slight strand of hair was brushed from my face. He leaned down to me and rested his chin on my shoulder, his chest pressing against my back. I whimpered softly.

"(Name), that hurts you, doesn't it?" A whisper. I swallowed once and nodded, still feeling a little hazy. „Please, try a-again..“ I think right now I started to feel nervous.

"I don't want to stop..not at this moment." I confessed embarrassed, turning my head to the other side, giving him more room to brush his lips against my neck in a comforting way. Wouldn't I feel connected to him then? Now that we came this far..we didn‘t even properly start..

"There's always a next time, agreed? Besides, there are other ways~"

"Other... Ways?" I tried to look over my shoulder at him. But my head isn't that mobile.

Venti slowly detached himself from me and I turned onto my back. In shame, I still hid my bust with my arms. He looked down at me and pouted.

"Exactly! I don't want to cause you any pain." He now had a cat-like grin on his face and put his hand in front of his lips. "Or is (Name) that desperate..?"

I smiled at him instead of being teased. "If you say so." He's right, after all. There are other ways to show your love. Just being with him might be enough. Intimacy... yes. It's not about being intimate only in that way!

I sat up carefully and at that moment he surprised me with a deepening kiss. It felt good to put my arms around him. It soothed me and I had not thought that direct physical contact, skin on skin, could feel like this.

As our kiss ended, I noticed that I could see his face a little more clearly. At first I thought I had got used to the darkness. But it turned out that morning was coming very soon. He seemed to have noticed this and looked towards his balcony. "Oh dear. Have we been up this late?"

"Looks like it."

We looked at each other again and almost snorted. We were aware that we were going to sleep through the morning. So we lay down again. On the carpet, of course.

As long as there were blankets and pillows, we didn't mind sleeping on the floor. It was surprisingly not uncomfortable. He pulled the blanket over us and intertwined one hand with mine.

"You know...I'm relieved we didn't..“ I murmured.

He looked at me innocently. I sighed.

"I didn't..prepare anything." I managed to get out awkwardly. He blinked a few times. Then his face changed to one of realisation. You could read the "Oh!" clearly from his expression. Then his eyes sparkled with excitement. Before he could say anything, I interrupted him.

"Hey. Just.. don't comment." My cheeks grew warm and I stared at the ceiling. Never would I have thought of not thinking of risks.

He chuckled softly. "I'll see you at noon then?" He then asked with his eyes closed.

"A new way of saying goodnight?" Maybe it was too late to say goodnight now. And a good morning didn't sound any better.

"You could say that."

"I'll see you at noon then, Venti."

But as it turned out, I was the one who fell asleep. What I didn't know was that Venti was still awake, brushing little strands of hair out of my face.

Then he looked at the window with an unreadable look.

"I am very sorry, (Name)." He murmured softly to himself.

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Part 12

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This was requested on AO3 by AspenWood.

This was requested to be a Reincarnated Lovers AU style of oneshot. When I was planning this oneshot, I wasn't entirely sure what I should do with Mavis and Anna, so I said, "I'm just gonna ignore them" and wrote this.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF NUDITY!

I hope you enjoy!

Lucy? Is that You? (Zeref x Lucy)

Beauty.

That was what Zeref saw as his lover splashed around in the river that he sat right next to. A smile stretched across his face. He loved seeing Lucy have fun and be so carefree, completely uncaring about his curse.

Zeref even forgot about his curse for a while. That was the kind of effect Lucy has had on him ever since he first met her. She was able to make him forget that he was an immortal wizard with a deadly curse. When he was with her, he felt like he was a normal young man. It was a strange thing really. For some reason, his curse has never activated whenever she was around, causing him to fall even more in love with her.

He watched as Lucy floated on her back, her bare breasts poking out from the water. She then turned and straightened her posture, standing in the waist-deep water, before she called out to her lover, "Zeref! Come join me!"

The black-haired man snapped out of his thoughts and laughed at her energetic waving as she continued to urge him to join her in the water. Unable to deny any of her requests, he stood up and stripped off his clothes. Once he was naked, he walked into the water, making his way over to his lover.

Once he reached her, Lucy cheered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body flush against his. Zeref froze at this action, his cheeks burning with a deep blush. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Lucy. It didn't matter how often Lucy would shower him with physical affection, he doubted that he would ever get used to it. Nevertheless, he loved nothing more than his lover showing him endless amounts of affection.

Zeref picked up Lucy bridal style and carried her further into the water until he found a large, underwater rock. He sat down on it, causing the water to reach his chest, and rested Lucy on his lap. Lucy then cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his lips, which Zeref happily returned.

The pair continued to exchange kisses that got more and more heated as the minutes passed by until Zeref pulled away and murmured, "we are going to need to get out soon."

Lucy responded, "No! I like the water!"

Zeref chuckled, "we're going to get wrinkled."

"My fingers are already getting pruney." She held up her hands in front of his face, showing him her fingers that were already beginning to wrinkle.

Zeref took hold of her fingers as he chuckled, observing the pruning digits. He then looked at Lucy with a serene smile as he questioned, "do you know why this happens?"

When Lucy shook her head, he explained, "it's because the thick layer of skin on her fingers absorbs water. This absorption causes the surface area of the skin to swell, but the outer layer is tightly attached to the living tissue."

Lucy smiled brightly at him before she kissed him once again. When she pulled away, she asked, "we should go to the bookstore again!"

"We were just there yesterday."

"I'd like to go again!"

"Alright. We'll go as soon as we dry off and get dressed."

Lucy whooped and hopped off of her lover's lap, making her way back to the river bank. Zeref chuckled before he followed after her.

Zeref slid down the trunk of a tree with a heavy sigh. His breathing was heavy and a few beads of sweat slid down his temples. He had just ran from a group of people in an attempt to avoid harming them. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to prevent his curse from activating, however, no humans were harmed. He was tired and miserable, as well as sick of his curse.

When was the last time he was free from his curse?

He knew when that was. It was decades ago when he had Lucy back by his side. For centuries, he had been in love with the same woman. A beautiful, blonde named Lucy. Since he had first lost her, he's noticed that he would meet her again and again. It was as if she was reincarnated and destined to return to him.

If that was true, then why? Why was he lucky enough to have a destined lover who would find him in each of her lifetimes? What did he do to deserve this? He couldn't think of a single answer to those questions.

Nevertheless, even though it always hurt, excruciatingly so, when Lucy would die, he would still wait to run into her again. And then, when it finally happened, he would strike back up a romance with her and relish in her presence and love. He would also appreciate the peace that he brought her and the calmness of his curse that her mere presence would bring.

He would oftentimes find himself wondering if Lucy ever remembered him. He never asked and she never mentioned it, making him think that maybe she didn't have any memories of him. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. Although, he did like creating new memories with her. He supposed that, ultimately, it didn't matter if she did remember him. She was still Lucy.

As Zeref sat against the tree, his eye closed and his breathing evening out, he wondered to himself: When will he meet Lucy again? It's been a few decades. He hadn't gone this long without seeing her.

He was just about to continue on his way, when he heard a familiar voice, "hello? Are you alright?"

Zeref jumped to his feet and his eyes widened as his cheeks warmed and his heart picked up speed. "Lucy? Is that you?" He muttered to himself, wondering if he had really heard her.

"Hello? I asked if you were alright!" The voice called out again.

Lucy! It was Lucy! He knew it was her! That was her voice! A smile stretched upon his face and he ran in the direction of the voice. He didn't get very far, however, when he accidentally bumped into the source of the voice, causing her to yelp and fall onto her ass.

Zeref silently cursed at himself as he exclaimed, "sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

He offered his hand for her to take, pulling her to her feet once she did. Lucy responded, "it's alright." She then looked up at Zeref's face, freezing immediately as her smile fell slightly.

Zeref stared into her eyes, desperately looking for any degree of recognition. During his search, he watched as her eyes sparkled, telling him that even if she didn't have any memories of him, she still knew that she was destined to be with him.

Feeling a rush of boldness, he leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his lips to hers, allowing her plenty of time to step away from him. However, much to Zeref's delight, Lucy didn't do that. Instead, she returned the kiss with love. Zeref had missed the feel of her lips and her presence. He finally had her back in his arms and he was going to enjoy the time that he was with her until her next lifetime.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #zeref dragneel #zeref x lucy #zerlu #fluff #reincarnation au #mentions of nudity #angst

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