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synopsis | your best friend tries to hide how hard he is in the hot tub with you, but you know him too well.
details | best friend!euijoo x female reader, non idol au, vacation buddies, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, kind of angst, teasing, playful banter, kind of exhibition, wet humping (uh dry humping in the water idk yall), hot tub sex btw, marking, hand job, cockwarming, penetration (unprotected but please wrap it up), creampie, cursing, mentions of drinking, lowercase intended, not proofread im never doing that
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from the author | this took literally forever to write but i hope you guys enjoy !! i had a lot of fun writing the non-smutty parts
you might have pushed him too far this time.
euijoo is usually a professional at brushing off the jokes you make about his arguably less than impressive sex life. and by that, youre not even sure it exists at all. you've been friends for years, but you have never heard him brag about an "eventful" night, even when you've done more than your fair share of explicit storytimes. he's always a listening ear, no matter how red hearing your encounters makes the top of his.
when you'd went on vacation together in the past, the two of you have to spend a week apart afterward just to preserve the friendship you've crafted. you're just so annoying. but he loves it, way more than he'd care to admit. you once spent a week on a woodland retreat, traveling sun up to sun down with a group of very dedicated hikers. up hill. down hill. even sideways on the hill, like goats.
"can you please shut the hell up about bigfoot?" euijoo had yelled over his shoulder on the last day of the trip. you had to shamefully lower your hand and relax your shocked face, having just claimed your ninth bigfoot sighting of the week. the entire group turned to look at you, and euijoo didnt speak the rest of the hike. he made you food over your campfire, though, while you were cramming a quick nap before the final evening hike. your calves hurt more than your relationship, thankfully.
when you went anywhere, you found a bit to commit to for the duration of the trip and waited to see how long it would take euijoo to break. the first day of a trip was always the most fun, the two of you in a new place. you love his smile, and he was always painfully enthusiastic within 24 hours of the plane landing or the hotel door clicking closed. he would drag you to all the destinations you'd marked on the map with his digital camera slipped into his pocket. around the fourth day, however, he was drained. and after the fifth, he began to huff, cast irritated glances your way, and, occasionally, ask if you knew how to be quiet. from the sixth day on, you were playing with fire.
this time, you and euijoo had decided on a beach holiday. you've never been anywhere actually relaxing together, usually opting for near death or financially detrimental experiences. you thought it might be fun to lay around on a towel reading shitty romance, build sand castles, get sun poisoning- the works. so, you booked a room at a beachfront resort, adults only and all inclusive with a full breakfast bar. and you decided what bit you'd be fully committing to, even before you arrived at the hotel:
you were gonna get euijoo laid.
it would be just like love island, you thought. or assumed, since you've never actually seen it. but your best friend, who is by and large considered handsome, would be surrounded by gorgeous adult women in tiny bikinis, gleaming under stark sunlight all day long, lingering by the bar desperate for a drink that euijoo could definitely order for them. you'd even tell him what drinks girls like, in a grossly stereotyping sense.
you considered it a favor. he had a girlfriend once, when the two of you first met. you'd had some classes with her at your university but met euijoo by completely unrelated circumstance. you had taken his drink at a local cafe by accident, despite his name being written on the side of the cup in thick black marker.
"wait, your name is euijoo?" you had stared at him with wide eyes. he could only nod, face blank, as you lied to him through your teeth, "my name is euijoo, too. small world, huh?"
euijoo was hooked on you ever since, spending so much time with you at arcades and poetry readings and movie nights that his girlfriend called it quits. you became close incredibly fast. it was so easy to forget about time with him, though. the years went by so quickly, only slowing down the one week a year you isolated yourselves together and you pushed him to emotional limits he didnt even know he had.
the resort was fancy but not flashy, which was good since neither of you really looked like you belonged there. euijoo had a stupid floppy hat on, and you had forgotten to take off your sunglasses inside, the giant lenses eclipsing your entire face. the hotel receptionist was visibly reluctant to hand over your room key as if the two of you were obviously responsible adults capable of maintaining order in her establishment. when she finally handed it over to euijoo, he flashed her a genuine smile that moved his cheeks and all.
"she was cute," you said as euijoo yanked his suitcase over the elevator floor gap. you pressed your floor number, feeling his confused stare chiseling into the side of your face. she was cute, round hazel eyes and freckled cheeks. she had a friendly face, just like him.
euijoo shifted on his feet, "do you, uh, want her number? i can go back and get it for you."
he moved to press the lobby button, and you swatted his hand away. as he hissed, shaking his barely burning wrist, you insisted, "no, dumbass, for you. shes cute for you."
"for me?" his eyebrows turned up in the middle, furrowing like you'd just told him he won a raffle he never entered. his lips parted slightly, one long finger pointed into his chest.
and he kept this act up for days, playing dumb every time you tried to get him to ask someone out. "juju, she's hot," was met with, "well, the sun is out." every "you should offer her a drink" warranted an "alcohol speeds up dehydration." he was such a fucking gentleman. it made you sick.
at one point, you purposefully sat in a lounge chair on the very end of the row at the hotel pool, leaving euijoo to sit in the one between you and a very, very attractive lady. even you considered testing the waters if he ended up tanking his chances.
"hi, hi. sorry to bother you," you had sat up after twenty minutes of brainstorming and sunbathing, leaning over euijoo to get into the woman's hearing range. he audibly gulped, suddenly aware of what angle you were playing. he caught on pretty quickly. you lifted a hand just as she turned to face you and stuck it right in euijoo's hair, ruffling it, "my friend here thinks youre very beautiful. isnt that right, euijoo?"
"hm, what?" he sat up quickly from his relaxed pose on the lounger, swiping your hand from his head and shooting you a sideways glance. the woman peered at him from behind her sunglasses, watching as he searched for a response to your question, his mouth opening and closing, opening and closing until he landed on, "oh, yes! i said your hair was beautiful. its, uh, very... healthy. yeah, great hair."
he then gave her the saddest thumbs up you've ever seen, crooked and weary, and stood up from his seat, pattering away on the wet concrete. the woman watched him the whole way back to the hotel entrance, combing an absent hand through her loose, healthy curls. you sighed, "i guess i misheard him. you are beautiful, though."
"what exactly are you trying to do?" euijoo was sitting, slouched over on the edge of his bed when you returned a couple hours later. he had changed from his swim shorts and tank top into something more casual, comfy. you only noticed because you'd bought him that tshirt for his birthday last year.
"nice shirt," you laughed as you hopped up onto the edge of your own mattress parallel to him, letting your legs dangle in the space between you. he lifted his gaze from the floor to your face, dark brown eyes scanning for something you werent quite aware of. euijoo didnt smile, and you felt yourself grow sharp under his watch, "whats up with you? why are you being weird?"
"im being weird?" he breathed a laugh this time, tilting his head at you in a way that had his tousled hair swiping over his eyes. he flicked it away, absentmindedly, "interesting, since all youve done this week is try to hook me up with strangers. is that not weird to you?"
you were speechless, opening your mouth only for nothing to come out. it was day four, but you'd never pushed him this far. and it was entirely unintentional. you knew he hated the bigfoot jokes. you knew he hated when you made him do the same pose at every tourist attraction. you knew he hated your collection of tacky shot glasses you just had to buy at every souvenir shop. but this- he had never acknowledged your behavior in this way.
"is it weird for me to want my best friend to have a little fun?" you asked, gauging his reaction, which- spoiler- was not positive.
"im trying to have fun," he stressed, crossing his arms and sliding off the bed to stand, "with you. on our vacation. but you keep trying to pawn me off!"
"euijoo, i just swear to god youve not had sex with anybody in like five years. cant you, like, die from that? did i make that up?" you rubbed your eyes in thought. when you opened them, everything was blurred but the annoyance on euijoos face. like youd crossed a boundary you didnt know hed set. he scoffed, shaking his head. you added, "i thought i was helping!"
there was a beat of silence, thick and palpable.
"i just wanted to be with you," he sighed, sitting on the bed again but on the opposite side, his back facing you. you saw him take a deep breath before laying down, stretching out over the length of the bed. he mumbled, "just forget it."
you swallowed the lump in your throat and stretched out, too, on your own bed. you curled into your side, watching his chest rise and fall. his eyes fluttered closed, but you knew he wasnt sleeping. you let the silence dissipate, the air conditioning unit in the corner rumbling as the crisp air blows through the curtains.
"uh," you cleared your throat after what felt like hours of silence but you knew was closer to twenty minutes, "we have that, um, scuba lesson in a bit... that we did pay for. just by the way."
the scuba lesson seemed like a great way to get your "experience" fill for this trip, and euijoo had always talked about wanting to explore the reef or swim with dolphins. the passes werent that expensive on their own, but you'd pre-rented the gear.
euijoo didnt turn his head to look at you and, instead, just spoke to the ceiling like he didnt care if you heard it or not. "go without me," he said, "you'll just try to set me up with the instructor, anyway."
you were able to refund the rental fee for the gear, but you wished you'd have just refunded the whole lesson. floating around in spandex was a lot less fun alone, you'd realized. the whole lesson was weirdly intimate without euijoo there, just you and the instructor, who wasnt even hot. you wondered whether to tell euijoo that detail or just leave it alone. you wondered whether to tell him anything at all.
he didnt give you much of a choice, though. when you got back, he was no longer on his bed. or in the room. it was like he was never there save for the open suitcase kicked under a table, his comfy clothes from earlier strung haphazardly over the edge of the case.
you were thankful that you had upgraded your room when you booked, specifically for the two beds and larger bathroom. too many times had the two of you crammed into one bed or taken a piss while the other was brushing their teeth. the other benefit of the upgraded room: private access to a courtyard shared among the four private suites in your wing, which included a small pool, lawn games like giant chess, a self-serve bar, and a hot tub.
now, you're looking through the slatted blinds on your room's patio door, scouring the dimly lit courtyard for any sign of him. of course, the sun has set since you returned from your suddenly personal scuba lesson. the dew cast a fog on the glass panes, additional clouds growing and dissolving from your breath as you press your forehead to the door. in the corner of the yard, you see a faint glow, pulsating in the dimming twilight.
when you approach the hot tub, euijoo looks tranquil, almost blissful. his head is tipped back, eyes sewn shut as the water laps at his bare torso. the waves from the jets cast swirling reflections on his skin, everywhere. you're almost close enough to step into the water when you hesitate, stopping, considering leaving him alone and just going to bed. his eyes open, but hes not shocked to see you. he doesnt even jump, just pulls his lips into a small smile.
"come on in," euijoo nods to the space across from him, watching your every move. despite his kindness, you cant help but feel like he's analyzing you, waiting for you to say something stupid again. "how was diving?"
"humiliating," you sigh as you sink into the water. euijoos head is tipped down, chin tucked and watching you from under heavy lids. you can't deny how cold the water feels on your skin, unfamiliar warmth dancing up your arms, your chest. your neck. "i mean, i was a pro, as you can imagine. but the whole thing was... lonely."
euijoo hums to suppress a laugh. he does this often, not wanting to encourage your antics, but you can always see the little glint of humor in his eyes. usually, the smile would break loose. he'd let a laugh loose and pretend it never happened. but now, hes bittersweet, regretful. he takes a deep breath.
"i should've went with you," he says, stopping to chew at the inside of his cheek, "i was being a dick."
"yeah," you deadpan, and he looks at you with sorrowful eyes before you kick your leg up out of the water, splashing him. his hands come up defensively to shield his face, water running down his forearms. he laughs, flipping his hand over the surface to send a spray of water toward you, instead. you continue, "but so was i. i shouldn't have assumed you were interested in sex."
euijoo smiles, softly, at your attempt at an apology. that might be the best he's gonna get, and he can't stay mad at you for long. he opens up his arms, nodding his head to the side, "come here."
and as you scoot along the edge of the hot tub, you can see just how flushed his face is from the heat. droplets of water cascade down his cheek, dripping from his jaw. his shoulders glisten with a sheen of sweat, but his skin is cold when you rest your cheek on it. euijoo wraps his arm around the side of your neck, pulling you close. it should be disgustingly sticky, but it isnt. it's nice.
it's too nice, too comfortable. you'd even call it perfect, the fit of his arm over your shoulder, his skin against yours. euijoo's chest rises and falls in your periphery, the swelling of his lungs matching the ever choppy bubbling of the water. he grows rigid against you, shifting in his seat on the hot tub's bench.
suddenly, euijoo pulls his arm from around you. he folds his arms firmly over his chest, sighing deeply before clearing his throat. you retreat from your position, uncurling from his side and turning in your seat to face him. your brows furrow, "whats up with you all the sudden?"
euijoo's eyes scan everywhere but your face, finding something interesting on the side of the hotel wall, maybe a curtain blowing in a window seven floors above. he sputters out a tragedy of an excuse, "you're- its the, um, the..." he shrugs, performatively wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "hot tub. its... so hot."
"oh, are you okay? do you need some water?" you reach out to feel his forehead, too, but he swats your hand away, shifting his body away from you.
"no!" his eyes widen, "i mean, yes, im okay. no on the water. just-"
"well, do you want to get out? we can watch a movie or something?"
"no," slower, after a visible gulp, euijoo says, "i cant."
you can barely hear him over the turbulent waves. the water around you gurgles over itself, sloshing out of the jets on your back and on the floor. columns of water billow up, wafting the burning scent of chlorine into the air. he cant? why wouldn't he be able to watch a movie with you? does he suddenly hate movies?
then, it clicks.
you reach behind his head, and, with a quick tap of a button on the tub's control panel, disable the jets altogether. the water goes still, leftover bubbles disappearing with a soft fizz. it's unnaturally quiet without the roar of the water pump or the disrupting slosh of waves on the plastic siding. theres nothing but the sound of euijoo's heart beating out of his chest and the choked gasp that leaves his mouth once he realizes what youve done.
"no fucking way," you mutter, half astonished and half teetering on a feeling you've been too scared to acknowledge for a long time, "byun euijoo, are you seriously hard right now?"
he rears his arm back and presses every button on the tub's control panel in search of the magic switch to turn the jets on and, hopefully, make everything stop. as soon as he presses it, you press it again. he presses it. you press it. back and forth and back and forth until he buries his face in his hand and groans, "please, just go inside. forget everything. forget about me. let me die here."
"don't be embarrassed, juju," you laugh, gently grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away from his flushed face. as you lower them to the water, his eyes never leave the place where your fingers wrap around his. his expression is a mix of confusion and humiliation, chased by a rush of curiosity at your tender reaction. "i could go away. i could just go to bed."
youre sure he can see the ideas bounding in your head, bouncing from one side of your skull to the other and skipping all the zones in your brain that would tell you that this is a bad idea. its situations like these that should exist only as hypotheticals, like a fever dream just as its about to break. or a one-time daydream scenario after a hangout where he looked a little too good. maybe he wore that sweater you liked, let his jeans hang a little too low on his hips. but you had gotten very good at separating your feelings from the reality that euijoo is your best friend and could never be anything more. at least, he never showed it. not until now, having skipped all the casual flirting or cheesy pickup lines and went straight to business. straight to driving you crazy all week with his perfect, sunkissed skin and slender fingers massaging sunscreen along your spine, working lower and lower, dipping under your swimsuit bottoms just in case.
"or," you guide his wrist until his hand is cupping the side of your neck, his damp fingers instinctively threading into your hair behind your ear. you whisper, "or, i could stay."
his touch is gentle, like hes afraid he'll do something he'll regret. you're scared, too, but you inhale, chlorine rushing to your head. when you exhale, you bring your own palm and place it over his, encouraging him to please touch you. you continue, "you know, i think i understand why you didnt care about the receptionist, or that woman at the pool, or at the bar."
euijoo hums, finally heeding your silent plea and sinking his fingers deeper into your hair. he tilts your head gently as you speak, following the movement with his own head, mirroring you. his lips part, only slightly and only once youre done speaking. "you do?"
"mhm," you let him puppeteer you, letting the weight of your head fall into his firm grasp as he cranes your neck backward, exposing the front of your throat, and then back to the side, swiping his thumb under your jaw, "but i wanna hear you say it. wanna know for sure."
euijoo whines, softly, and you feel it go right to your stomach, heat pooling in your veins. you clench your thighs together, absentmindedly, as he swallows the rest of whatever sounds were threatening to spill from his mouth. you feel his hand shaking against your neck, and you reach up again to hold him, steady him. you move your other hand under the water in search of his free hand, pulling it closer to rest on your thigh. euijoo squeezes your leg, just once, and releases a shaky breath, "they're not you."
euijoo sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth as you lean further into his hold and press your lips to the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. you feel on fire as you dart your tongue out, running it along the ridges of his veins. he tastes like chemicals and sweat but somehow sweet, like burning citrus.
"fuck, they're not you," he whispers to himself, fingers dragging, tentatively, up your thigh, "would you... would you like it if i kissed you?"
you pull your lips away from his hand just to laugh, quietly. you feel bad for the reaction, but he's just so desperate, nervous. your body moves before your mouth can, suddenly draping your legs over either side of his hips, his fingertips still digging into the flesh of your thigh. you keep yourself planted in the middle of his lap, careful to distance your core from where he obviously wants you.
you hover your lips over his, and its clear to you that euijoo is not breathing. his eyes are blown wide with an emotion you cant decipher as excitement or disbelief, and his chest is frozen in a perpetual inhale. as you speak, your bottom lip grazes his, "there's really only one way to find out, hm?"
the first kiss is curious, hesitant, as euijoo closes the short gap between you. his lips are plush, just as you expected and more. he brings his other hand from your thigh to the other side of your face, cupping it softly, and sighs into you. the trickle of water from his fingers that trails down your neck sends a chill through your body that completely contradicts the heat you feel from the water, from him. as he pulls away, you tug his bottom lip between your teeth, tethering the two of you together for just a second longer. euijoo whimpers, and you drink it all up as you release him from your teeth. you cant tell if his face is flush from the heat or embarrassment, growing shy under you in every aspect, physically and under your intense gaze that scans every crease and corner of his face. he smiles as you land on his eyes. you comb your hand through his hair, smoothing it away from his face the way you like it.
the second kiss is more of everything, swallowing his smile and his sounds. your mouths work purposefully against each other, as if to memorize the exact way his lips fit into you. its a deliberate exploration, teeth nipping, tongues melding and soothing. all while his hands slide, slowly, from your face down your body. euijoo's fingers ghost under your ribs, squeezing your hips in a silent encouragement. your fingers snake around his neck, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"you're driving me fucking crazy," euijoo mumbles against your lips, digging his fingernails into the skin of your hips, "all ive ever wanted."
his confession strikes you, humming against him in acknowledgement. you dont know if you can ever stop kissing him, which, coincidentally, is the same reason you had avoided trying before. your friend group had played their fair share of party games, which almost always ended with then drunkenly pushing you and euijoo toward each other while shouting, "kiss! kiss! kiss!" but you'd laughed it off thinking euijoo would never want risk your friendship for something as childish as spin the bottle.
if you had known you'd be in his lap in a public hot tub sucking on his tongue, maybe you'd have tried it a bit sooner.
you involuntarily rock your hips forward, body in search of some friction, and when you brush against the bulge in his swim shorts, euijoo groans into your mouth, body jerking in surprise. you hum against his lips, gauging him. euijoo pulls you forward again, hands snaking from your hips around to your ass. you always admired his delicate hands, but now youre wondering just how rough he could be with them as you roll your hips one more time against him.
"fuck," you rest your forehead against his as his straining cock nudges your clothed clit, the muted friction building, "have you had a big dick this whole time and didnt tell me?"
"have you- shit- ever been s-serious a day in your life?" euijoo chokes out, balancing the sweetest smile and the most intense crease in his brow. you're only teasing him, but it's not much of a joke. earlier, the bubbles and the dim lighting of the courtyard and the optical illusion that is water only barely revealed his predicament to you. you couldn't really see it. but, now, you can feel it. long and slender and trapped.
"i wanna touch you," you confess, flicking your gaze from his face to the space where the two of you meet, watching his pupils blow, watching his hips jerk in anticipation, "would you like that, juju?"
if he wasnt completely at your mercy, a puddle beneath you, he would have definitely flipped you off for turning his own question against him. instead, euijoo just nods, hastily. like you'll change your mind about him. he nods, eagerly. like he's been waiting to let you have him.
you hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough for his cock to bob free under the water. euijoo moans under his breath at the lack of restraint, but he yelps as you wrap your fingers around the base of it, squeezing gently, experimentally. euijoo screws his eyes shut, throwing his head back as you drag your hand all the way up his throbbing shaft, babbling curses and your name like you're killing him. he opens his eyes only to look around, checking the windows and doors of the other suites near you.
"scared of getting caught?" you twist your hand, sinking it back down along his velvet, honey veined skin before moving to press directly on the angry, pink head. euijoo whines, bucking up into your hand and biting the back of his hand to muffle his cries. you smooth over the tip with your thumb, "you dont want anyone to see how good you're being for me? or hear how pretty you sound, juju?"
you pull his hand away from his mouth with your free hand, "let them hear. tell them how good it feels, baby."
you increase your pace. euijoos eyes focus on the rippling water where your arm works him under the surface, your grip firm and natural like your hand was designed for him, like you were. his jaw is slack with pleasure, shivers sliding over his body every time you slow your movements, rocking your hips on his leg in a similar rhythm. he groans, "feels so good. s-so fucking good."
youd be lying if said you weren't the most turned on you've ever been in your life. every movement of your wrist disturbs the water, as well as the sloshing of the water between your torsos as you grind yourself onto his thigh. youre chasing your own high, although priority number one is to see what sounds euijoo makes when he comes. in your wettest dreams, he was a heavy breather, but you realize now that your mind could not have conjured his sweet mixture of sinful mewls, husky groans, and breathy moans. and thats only what he has let you hear, still holding himself back for the sake of privacy. you'd hate to be seen, to have an outsider ruin this perfect moment. at the same time, however, the thrill of being caught tempts you to draw this out as long as possible.
"im gonna come," euijoo pants under you as you attach your lips to the column of his exposed throat, savoring the chlorinated citrus flavor of his skin, "fuck- i dont wanna come in the water. thats so gross."
you worked your lips up to his ear, slowing your wrist and nipping at his earlobe with your teeth. you whisper, "then come inside me, euijoo."
when you pull back, he's scanning your face for a semblance of humor, as if it were a joke. but you've never been more serious. this is the first time, probably ever, that you've been completely serious on a trip with him. you nod, just to reassure him as you continue ferociously milking his cock, pumping him.
"god, okay, okay," he gives in, breathless. his hair has fallen back into his face, obscuring your sight of his full pupils and glassy eyes, "i'd love to come inside of you. cant believe im even saying that- fuck."
you watch him, even more carefully now. he's beautiful in a way you've noticed before but struggled to put into words. you're sure he has ruined you for everyone else as you study the pulsing vein in his neck and the bobbing lump in his throat. just as his whines get shorter, breathing ragged and hoarse, you inch your throbbing core closer to his cock. you move your swimsuit bottoms out of the way and nudge your entrace with his tip. euijoo releases his hold on your hips so as to not slam you down and fuck you senseless, letting you control the moment, go at your pace. unfortunately for him. instead, he connects your lips in a tender kiss, licking into your mouth and stifling your moans.
the stretch is welcome, eagerly anticipated. but the water perpetuates a burning friction as you suck him in. you sigh into him as you feel the tip of him drag all along your walls. you clench, adjusting to his length as you steady yourself on his shoulders.
"ah-" euijoo gasps into your mouth, breaking free from the kiss and burying his face in your neck. he rests his forehead on your shoulder as his body tenses, snaking his arms around your waist, "coming. fuck, i-im-"
the warmth spreads low inside of you as he releases, burning white ropes plugged deep by his twitching, spent cock. euijoo comes with a silent, choked groan, followed by a sweet series of high-pitched, exasperated whimpers. you coax every sound you can from him, clenching around him, rolling your hips, and dragging your nails down his back. you allow him to just exist for a moment, connected to you in every way. his arms are still wrapped tightly around your waist, hands splayed over the expanse of your back. his heavy breathing fans over your chest, hot and slowing. his dick is still buried inside of you, now soft.
"euijoo," you say, stroking the back of his hair, "can you look at me, please?"
"not yet," he mumbles into your skin, "i'm thinking."
"thinking?" you roll the word around in your mouth a few times, walking your fingers up and down his spine, "did i fuck some sense into you?"
euijoo laughs, this time aloud. his shoulders rack under your touch. you cant help but smile as he sits up, finally, and leans back against the side of the hot tub, "wow. im literally still inside of you and you've managed to insult me. thats gotta be a new record."
youre going to see this every time you close your eyes: euijoo, fucked out and glowing, with faint bruises and pink marks up the column of his throat. you dont even care that youre staring. evidently, you didn't offend him too much, since you feel his cock begin to grow hard inside of you again. he likes it, you realize.
euijoo draws you closer, connecting your lips for one final and chaste kiss. his plump, swollen lips turn up in a smile against you. but when you pull away, he looks perplexed, like he's just remembered something. "really quick, then we can go in."
"okay," you shift uncomfortably on his lap, anxiously awaiting what could be literally anything. it's difficult to tell with euijoo. this could be anything from a sex critique to an addition to tomorrow's vacation initerary, "im all ears."
"earlier," euijoo starts, innocently scanning your face, "you said that you were sorry for playing matchmaker because you didnt know i 'wasnt interested in sex.' and, well, i just-"
"nope," you stand up from your position on his lap, quickly adjusting your bottoms to prevent any of his cum to drip into the water. you resist the urge to whine at the loss of fullness, suddenly empty as you wade out of the tub. however, you are not about to let him get the last a-ha moment, especially when youre full of his cum and still waiting on your own orgasm, "you know exactly what i meant by that."
euijoo cranes his head to follow you as you retreat back to the room, projecting his voice a little too loud, "i am interested in sex, just by the way."
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details | vampire!jo x female!reader, mean dom jo, vampire au basics, blood + blood play, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, corruption kink, slight size kink (jo's just giant), tongue sucking, choking, neck sucking, marking, fingering, cursing, little degradation, dubcon elements, power imbalance, mention of starvation, lowercase intended
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from the author | quick little drabble to kick off eu1joo nation's pride month celebration! 1/3 wishes granted for @yuuniversezx
jo had long known what it meant to be afraid.
he'd spent centuries dodging physical connections and even longer dodging emotional ones, petrified by the possibility of his hard-earned immortality being ripped from him because of a pesky urge. jo had taken lovers, sure, but he let them get no closer than a doctor might have. he guessed, at least, having no need for mortal medicine on his undead body. he kept his kisses lip-only and eyes wide, his love-making removed and insincere. for hundreds of years, jo had satiated his urges- nothing more, nothing less.
until he met you.
you had been perusing the classics section in the library, well past the hour the building closed to the public. jo had known this because he, too, was there after hours; one perk of transforming into a small, winged mammal and being impossible to capture on camera was being free to do whatever the hell he wanted. you were leaned, timidly, against the worn, wooden shelf, thumbing through a loved copy of none other than bram stoker's dracula. jo had rolled his eyes, and he mirrored your position, smoothly, against the shelf across from you.
"the count's warning came into my mind," jo had quoted, his deep voice carrying beyond the aisle, startling you with a jump, "but i took pleasure in disobeying it." he bit back a smirk at the way you clutched at your heart and nodded at the aged novel in your hands, "chapter three."
you took three deep breaths, assessing him like a threat with your body pressed as far from him as possible. your eyes scanned his tall, looming figure, unsure, and then your brows furrowed, sure, "...okay?"
"you're kind of like harker right now is all," jo proceeded, "you know, breaking the rules."
"i dont break rules," you had bit back, defensive, "i work here- you're breaking the rules."
and he had been breaking way more than you had known, letting his heart chip open the longer he stared into your eyes under the soft glow of the moonlight. it filtered through the library's tall, dirty cathedral windows and cast shadows seemingly everywhere but on you and entirely on him. he was breaking and entering, yes, but he was also ready to betray 200 years of discipline over a single coincidence. over the way the cogs in the universe's cruel machine had to move to keep you occupied after your shift with a copy of jo's least favorite book ever written. it had to have been a sign.
"chapter 2," jo had pushed his luck with you, "enter freely and of your own free will."
he had waited for you to grab him by his arm and escort him from the premises. he had waited for you to laugh in his face, tell him to fuck off.
you had merely chewed at the inside of your supple, flushed cheek, turning dracula in your hands, "is it any good?"
jo was quick to answer and even quicker to fall, shaking his head earnestly, even in the shadows, "its terrible."
the following months were eclipsed by you, you, you. jo had refused himself obsession for so long, he hadn't known how to pace himself. he had to know every inch of you, every facet of your personality and thread of your clothing. he counted the ridges in your teeth, counted your hair as you drifted off in his lap. and his obsession only grew when you'd approached him with a question- not the one he had known deep down was inevitable but something that made his shriveled, cold heart throb with a phantom pulse. you'd asked, "can you, like, go in the sunlight?"
"sorry?"
"well, i finished dracula," you swung your hand in his between you as you walked, pondside, through your local park, "and you don't eat when we go out, your hands are freezing, and we only ever go on dates after sunset."
jo's mind flipped through the ten lives' worth of memories, of fears. he saw pitchforks, doused in fuel and blazing in the streets. he saw crosses haphazardly built in front yards, painted on doorways. but then he saw you; jo looked into your eyes, innocent and young like the first dew before second winter, and knew.
you were his for as long as you'd let him have you.
but he had a test to run first, just to make sure. he asked, "what did you think?"
"of dracula?" you looked up at him with a knowing smile on your lips. casually, you turned your attention back to your walk, and then you squeezed his hand. "it was terrible."
and because jo had spent several lifetimes denying himself love, he had subsequently denied himself the damning vice of pleasure. pleasure made kings into fools, made even the devil weak to temptation. jo knew this to be true because of you. because every time you walked past him, his head tilted in your direction to hold your scent in his nose just a little longer. the undead experienced pleasure in slightly different ways than the living, in a heightened, primal ritual. as he began to allow you to pry into his life and dismantle the laws he had set for himself in his mind, jo grew more and more concerned about how you would react to his... needs. to how he would need to satiate them.
he was a bloodsucker above all; he knew you knew that. you would eat the first half of your shared meals alone while jo lurked in alleyways like a villain. jo had forbade you from his personal library, getting ahead of the papercut dilemma that all modern vampire romance media abused. plus, he had hated the idea of having to throw out a treasured novel because the smell of your blood on it would associate the title with his desire to feed. or fuck. at first, you were visibly uncomfortable with the knowledge of what he had to do, but jo would have been highly concerned if you had abandoned all of your morals at once the moment you learned what he was. it would take time.
at least, he thought it would.
he let himself kiss you one night. really kiss you, deeply and gently. it was experimental, and you were safe, your lips soft on his like a quiet flicker of a distant candle. the heat was different, though, rising in his chest after centuries of pinching the wick in his stomach with two cold fingers. your body was pliant under him in a way he refused to acknowledge for fear of losing himself. his hands were so big against your face, settling on your thighs. his broad shoulders caged you beneath him as you worked, slowly, at his mouth, coaxing him open despite his warnings. you suckled at his lips, pulling at his hair until he groaned into your mouth. his first mistake was letting you slip your tongue between his teeth. his second mistake was letting himself get so lost in the feeling of you slotting your knee between his thighs that his teeth unsheathed, as if they had minds of their own. and once he noticed what had happened, he made his third mistake: he didnt pull away.
instead, jo let you skirt your tongue under the sharp edge of his fang. and when you gasped under him, he still didnt pull away. he rolled his hips harder over your knee, eyes fluttering blissfully as he sucked your tongue deeper into his mouth and drank every gorgeous drop of blood beading on the tip of it. he sucked the muscle, even as you squirmed beneath him, pushing his heavy shoulders to no avail.
he had drank from you like he was a fledgling, like he knew no restraint. like he hadnt rehearsed control every single day for this exact reason. jo released your mouth as soon as he knew what was happening, but it was too late. you scrambled out from under him as he buried his face in his hands, apologizing as sincerely as he could while drunk on the taste of you. but it was no use; you had already left.
you'd left him to stir, to reflect on his actions. jo did a lot of reflecting over the three days you ignored him, mainly about how insanely he craved you. strangers on the street were stale bread and starch. it really was quality over quantity with him, as the blood of fifteen nobodies failed to quench the onslaught of thirst a few droplets of yours induced. he reflected on the heat of your body against his cold skin. he reflected on how he might convince you to let him do it again, one final time. how long could you refuse him?
when he saw you again, you were sitting stoic beside him on the couch where it all happened. jo could smell the wound on your tongue as you spoke, and he felt that part of him that didnt want to stop tingle like a numb limb.
"you scared me, jo," you muttered, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers, "i told you i didnt want to do any of that. the... blood stuff."
jo knew then that there was a definite line down the center of his relationship with you: before and after. there had been before, when he was perfectly content stroking your hair and cooking you human food and listening through the walls as you pleasured yourself because he couldnt trust that he wouldnt sink his teeth into you. and, now, there was after. after tasting you, after knowing how your arousal made your blood thicken, how the few drops from your tongue had made him harder than he'd been even as a mortal, dazed by the passing touch of a lady, seduced by women on street corners.
jo had his taste of you, and he wanted more.
"it didnt feel good?" he asked. if only you could have felt it from his end, how his whole body came alive at the first taste.
"no," you deadpanned, quickly, and shook your head once, a definitive swivel on your neck, "it hurt. it stung."
jo had two options: he could apologize and live the rest of his life insatiable, or he could let the part of his conscience that, after all this time, still clung to humanity take a backseat. way, way in the back. jo shifted in his place, turning his body to face you, to overshadow you. he let his fingers trace your cheek, your jaw, and fall to the ends of your hair. he twisted the strand until the wispy tips were tickling your ear and side of your throat. you shuddered, and jo knew he needed the next thing to touch your throat to be his teeth.
"it can feel good, though," he whispered, hearing your heart beat a little faster in your chest, "there are ways to make it feel really good."
jo leaned forward, his breath ghosting your ear as his fingers trailed down the length of your neck, hovering over your pulse point. he continued, "right here."
"you're lying," you shifted, barely an inch away from him, and gulped, shaking your head again, shaking away the bad ideas, "a cut on my tongue hurt like hell. i cant imagine one on my neck."
"pleasure, darling," jo tipped your chin toward him, forcing your eyes on his, forcing the ideas to stay in your head. he wanted them to steep like potent tea. "pleasure is just pain in the right places. combinations of sensations, balanced rough and gentle touches. they are one oscillating, tantalizing concept."
your eyelids fell, lashes sweeping over the tops of your cheeks. the weight of your head in his hand was nothing compared to how heavy his cock felt in his pants, straining at the sheer mention of your neck. and his descriptions of pleasure did nothing to dull his heightened senses; it was as though he could feel everything he described to you all over again, remembering the swinging pendulum of mortal pleasure. he wasn't lying to you about it feeling good. jo remembered how it felt for him, veins throbbing as his whole body seemed to ache for the same invasion. he remembered the euphoric trembling under the weight of his own fanged lover. even as a distant memory, his body buzzed.
"kind of like choking?" you asked. jo knew you weren't naive, but the innocence you were wearing made his mouth water. "hurts on its own, but..."
"yeah," jo's hand slipped around the back of your neck, his thumb sliding softly over the prominent vein. his breath trembled, "yeah, exactly like choking."
"okay," you whispered. and then you looked at him, the expression on your face unreadable. jo had seen millions of faces, hundreds of thousands of emotions, but he had never seen someone portray one like yours. it wasn't depleted or disappointed; it was more expectant, patient. you looked as though you were waiting for him to do something.
"...okay?"
"i want to try it," you admitted, leaning closer to him, closing the gap you'd created moments before. you slid your palm up his thigh, holding his hungry gaze as you inched closer to where you thought he would want you most. "i was scared, yes, but i also couldnt stop thinking about it."
but where he really wanted you, and now fought back a groan at the prospect of finally having you, was his on his tongue. he wanted the salt of your sex soaked skin to burn his lips. jo wanted to stain his teeth with the fibers of your being, drink your sacred wine. but for the time being, he settled for crawling over you, resting your head on the plush cushion of the couch. the last time you'd been this way, he'd went too fast too quickly. accidents happen, but he was going to make sure everything was intentional this time. he would drink as much as you'd let him and no more, and he'd give you everything you could ask for. an even trade.
"being scared means you're human," jo reassured you, sensing your emotions despite your efforts to conceal them. he kissed your jaw, right below your ear where your blood rushed when you were nervous, and he let his breath fan over the shell of it as he continued, "and being human is what makes you taste so good."
he felt the chill run up your spine from the way your body twitched under him, your hands finding their way to his hair as he trailed his kisses from your jaw, up your cheek, and finally to your lips. he hovered there, seemingly to bridge your trust but truthfully because he could still smell the tang of blood on your tongue, the way clementines lingered on your fingers after peeling the rind away. you were sweeter and much less tedious to break open, your mouth already finding his in a reckless kiss.
there it was- the vague remnants of your sweet, piquant essence. it was barely noticeable, so much that you probably thought the wound had closed. it was enough to pull a deep, starved groan from jo's chest, his own tongue sliding over yours in a feverish haze, searching for the source.
"been dreaming about this perfect neck, baby," jo mumbled against your lips, letting his hand encase the front of your throat with the slightest pressure. you swallowed under his palm, and he groaned against you, "finally gonna let me taste you. its always better like this, i swear, closer to the heart."
you whimpered, a bright, sharp sound under the weight of him, of his hand on your throat, of his hips pressing yours into the cushions below you, of his mouth capturing yours between mumbled thoughts. "please, jo. i want it."
"shh, i know you do," jo kissed you once, a chaste brush, and sat up, positioning himself between your legs, "but first, i gotta make you feel good. fear is so, very bitter, and you're quivering, sweetheart. is it okay if i touch you, first?"
you nodded, a welcome change, maybe even a sign that jo's bad ideas had stuck. you nodded, frantically, lifting your hips to help him strip you from the waist down. the scent of your arousal was almost as intoxicating as your blood-tinged kiss, the slick coating your folds glistening in the dim light of the room.
"all this from the thought of my teeth in your neck, doll?" jo teased, sliding a long, lithe finger up the length of your pussy, starting at your dripping entrance and ending with a sharp flick at your clit, obviously sensitive from the way you writhed beneath him. he sucked his teeth, "i've never seen a cunt this needy, dripping all over my furniture from a few kisses. ive barely touched her, clenching around nothing."
your hips chased his finger, desperate for the friction jo had denied you thus far. you were pathetic beneath him, eyes screwed shut as he plunged one cold finger into your heat. you sucked him in, lewd squelches punctuating every thrust of his digit. jo felt his teeth begin to emerge, anticipating the way your eagerness was spinning your flavor. if fear was bitter, the flavor of excitement was sharp, like fresh petals of mint. he added another finger and leaned into the arch of your body as he curled them, long and sleek, against the plush walls of your pussy.
jo warily pressed his lips to the side of your neck, careful not to make any sudden movements that might sour the essence he had coaxed you toward. jo was overwhelmed by the warmth of your skin against his, both from your neck and the fire blazing deep in your core. and the shock of his cold, wet lips on your throat made you shiver, your fingers threading tightly into his hair. he smoothed his tongue over the base of your throat, a languid pass of the muscle. and, then, jo began to suck. no teeth- just his lips suctioning a bloom of color against the pure, delicate flesh of your neckline. your moans were music to him, a lurid aria performed for him alone, and the tang of sweat contrasted like a shrill note in a symphony with the bright essence that permeated your skin. as he sucked and sucked, he knew he had gone too far, that the bruise would last for weeks, from the sheer amount of blood that coated his tongue. his fingers faltered inside of you, his senses overwhelmed.
"jo..." you whined, desperately rocking your hips to make up for his sudden distraction, "feels so good. i-i want more."
"greedy, greedy slut," jo growled, soothing his tongue over the angry splotch on your throat, licking away any beads of blood left on the surface. he curled his fingers inside of you, the heel of his palm grinding deliciously over your clit, "my fingers not enough? need my cock, too?"
"n-no," you mewled, and then you tugged at his hair, pulling his lips up to meet yours. you slid your tongue into his mouth, dancing dangerously around the sharp points that kept you awake for days. jo tried to keep them short, keep them contained, but he craved the release of letting his fangs slither out at length to catch the tip of your tongue on the edge. and he almost did when he heard you say, "your teeth, jo. i need your teeth."
no one had ever needed jo's teeth, not even himself. for the first 70 years following his transformation, he had prayed to wake up. he had sought out devils and made deals with them, not realizing that he was the the embodiment of the evil they siphoned. he had starved himself weak and found that there was no return. he would never bandage a scrape on his knee, never feel an infection course through his body. and though he would never feel things in the way mortals did, cry from sadness or jump for joy, jo remembered the raw, burning spark of emotion. for a long time, it seemed like the only emotion he could still feel, authentically, was fear, like the floor would open up and swallow him like an expired pill. he remembered despair, and sometimes he imitated it, cried for hours just to feel like he used to as a boy, when the world was too big for him, when he'd read dracula for the first time. when he'd first learned of monsters in a world of good men, when he'd read of the children of the night. jo had read in chapter 2 that there is a reason that all things are as they are.
he might have been imagining it; his immortality did not flatten his brain. jo thought that he felt a flicker in his chest, something blurry between desire and... delight. something twisting around the brittle cage of his heart, vaguely shaped like you and vaguely shaped like him. the very struggle to discern the two shook something deep within him, something untouched for many, many years. he had felt it before, too, in the library. when you'd first told him he was breaking the rules. when you'd had no idea how many rules he was breaking, how many more he had been willing to break to get you right here, begging him to drink from the supple flesh of your neck.
jo slipped a third finger into your drenched cunt, and, despite the fluttering squeeze of resistance around his digits, you accepted him, sucked his fingers in. jo was all but reaching into you, sweeping his fingertips along the ridges of your walls, hitting that spot that made you cry out and clutch his shoulders.
whatever pleasure the stretch was giving you was going to feel dull compared to what jo was about to give you. he kissed lightly down your cheek, like he had done many times before, but the craving overtook him the closer he came to that throbbing seam, bulging out toward him. it was as if your body knew what was bound to happen, as if fate had designed you for him. your bodies were perfectly entwined, connected, soon to be melded into one.
jo's head buzzed, like all of his thoughts melted into magnets that were sticking to and repelling eachother in every corner of his skull. a steady simmer of pleasure wafted over every sense like a fogged lens. it was you and jo, alone, until he opened his mouth over the pulsing, hot vein in the side of your neck. ans then it was just him. his teeth were sleek and sharp, like every part of him. your skin broke so easily, the snap of your taut flesh vibrating against his bones, once, with one fang, and twice, with the second. just like your pussy, so eager to be filled, so eager to leak around him, your throat captured him, blood brimming over the white seal of his teeth.
a human's typical reaction to being fed on, perhaps as an evolutionary tactic, was to lay still. in the same way many helpless creatures played dead to bore the approaching threat, humans took to pretending they weren't aware, or weren't willing to entertain the vampire's urges. only you, of course, hand-placed in jo's life by some remorseful deity, arched up into him, spearing his teeth ever deeper into you. the sounds you were making drove jo toward madness, gutteral groans that he could feel through his lips, ripping through your throat.
"all that talk about pain," jo snarled, his voice rough with lust, "you fucking love it. you love when i hurt you, baby? my teeth ripping you open," he licked over the holes in your skin, groaning as the blood trickled out in two elegant streams, "answer me."
his hand still plowed into your aching core, flexing his fingers inside of you as you ground your hips in a harmonious rhythm, chasing your orgasm as jo drank the sweet, thick syrup from your throat that told him just how close you were. you panted, your moans teetering on yelps, "i fucking love it, jo. hurts so good."
"you have no idea how sweet you taste," jo mumbled, drinking mouthfuls of your flowing honey, like he'd tapped straight into the hive, into the comb. he could feel your heartbeat under his tongue, and he could feel your core spasming around his fingers. jo slurped greedily; everything was so wet, so obscene. he mumbled against your neck, "open your mouth, baby," before gathering a puddle of your blood on his tongue.
he hovered his stained, plush lips over yours, jaw slack, just like he asked. jo let his tongue slide out, the blood running over the glistening tip like a spigot and into the dark, wet shadows of your mouth. he groaned as the dark, pleasure-tinted liquid spread over your teeth, so dull and human. he wanted you to know how crazy you made him, how he would never be able to drink from another for as long as you lived. your ecstasy tasted like ripe plums, like muddled berries, like a hot, forbidden dream. jo said, "swallow it."
he watched you slide your tongue around in your mouth, collecting traces of yourself as it dripped over your teeth, settled on your gums. and he watched the column of your throat flex as you gulped it down, the motion sending a fresh gush of blood out of the holes in your neck. jo moaned, watching your eyes squeeze closed at the bitter, metallic flavor. he knew it would never taste good to you, but he felt his heart, and his cock, jump watching you taste it anyway. "very good," he kissed the side of your mouth, working his way back to your ear. he slithered his tongue over the shell of it, "now come for me, angel. i wanna see if you can get any sweeter."
jo kept his lips latched to your neck, suckling at a dizzying pace as your blood pooled, warm, in his stomach. he angled his hand slightly, hitting a new spot inside of you that made you grip at the cushion below you, a choked sound erupting from your mouth. his other hand drew drunken circles around your clit, thumb circling and circling until your entire body was pulsing, barreling toward the edge. your chest heaved under him, your heartbeat thrumming under his tongue, and your pussy squeezed his fingers in intensifying waves. and then it hit you, taking over your weak body with a shudder. your orgasm pressed you flat, opening your neck for one final swallow as your cunt gushed all over jo's fingers, coating him in you.
jo groaned, too, his own orgasm sneaking up on him. he felt his cock twitch in his pants from the way your orgasm glazed his tongue, his throat. his hips stuttered under him, his mouth soothing the sensitive, raw patch of skin below your jaw. he licked one concluding swipe over the holes, his cum leaking through the front of his clothing.
beneath him, you were sighing softly, your eyes barely open but your mouth spread wide in a blissed-out smile. you dragged two tired hands haphazardly down either side of his face, settling your palms on his jaw. jo tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist. "did it feel good?" he whispered, biting back his own smile, fangs still lingering.
"everything's spinning," you breathed, swiping your thumb over his cheek. your palms were damp against him, and they were trembling. "that was nothing like choking."
he laughed, dropping his head to your chest. your heart throbbed slowly under his ear; you were everything jo wasn't- alive, warm, perfect. you were soft, yellowed pages; jo was preserved, pressed leather, but without you, he was empty. he realized that the two of you, like pleasure and pain, were one oscillating, tantalizing concept, too. night and day; life and death.
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Synopsis: You were to be Persephone, he was to be Hades and neither of you wanted to love each other. The Fates however, did not like their plans to be thwarted.
Pairing: Hades!Jo x Persephone!fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f rec), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), soft dom Jo, garden sex yay, this is not a real representation of greek mythology i am only using the tropes dont come for me, mention of blood, alcohol and food, poetry because its me, please do read part one or you wont understand shit in this fic
A/N: yay part two and we got the softest smut I've ever written. I hope yall didn't get bored from all the imagery in the second part couldn't help myself gang gomenesai
Word Count: 18k (37k total)
PART ONE
The grand ballroom of the Underworld looked nothing like hell. If anything, it resembled the inside of a celestial dream.
Gold and sapphire draped every towering wall in flowing silks while enormous chandeliers floated high above the marble floors. Thousands of tiny stars burned within the crystal structures, casting silver-blue light across the hall below like fragments of a midnight sky. Music echoed softly from unseen musicians somewhere beyond the balconies overhead.
Hell felt alive.
Long banquet tables curved around the edges of the ballroom beneath arrangements of flowers and fruit while gods, spirits and successors alike drifted through the room in clusters of conversation and laughter.
Everywhere one looked, divinity existed in different forms, some terrifying, some beautiful, some both. Unlike the cold solemnity of the palace halls, tonight the Underworld glittered openly, celebrating itself.ย
Near the western side of the ballroom, Jo moved easily through the crowd, the sapphire detailing embroidered subtly into his coat catching faintly beneath the chandeliers. He looked perfectly composed, though he was still recovering from your existence in that white dressโa deeply irritating condition to be in.
โAh,โ Yuma announced dramatically the moment Jo approached their corner of the ballroom. โThe future king of the dead arrives looking emotionally constipated as usual.โ
Nicholas snorted into his wine beside the towering marble pillar while EuijooโHestiaโs successorโlooked up from the small silver dessert he had been quietly eating. Euijoo possessed a softer sort of presenceโwarm eyes, calm smiles and the sort of gentleness that made people instinctively trust him, a fitting successor for the goddess of hearth and home.
โYouโre late,โ Euijoo said mildly.
โI was avoiding people.โ Jo said simply.ย
โAnd yet here you are,โ Nicholas pointed out.
โA tragic development.โ
Yuma narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Jo immediately. โSomething happened.โ
โAre you always on the hunt for gossip?โ Jo accepted a glass from a passing servant with graceful indifference.
Across the ballroom, laughter erupted loudly near one of the banquet tables. Taki, obviously. The successor of Dionysus stood balanced atop a chair while several younger spirits cheered around him. Dark curls fell wildly across his forehead as he dramatically attempted pouring wine into someoneโs goblet from an unreasonable distance. The wine missed entirely.
โDisaster.โ Euijoo sighed fondly.
โHeโs been here ten minutes,โ Nicholas muttered. โAnd Iโm already exhausted.โ
โHe challenged three satyrs to drinking contests earlier,โ Yuma added proudly. โLost all three.โ
Near the grand staircase, another figure drifted elegantly through conversation circles with almost unnatural ease. Fuma, Aphroditeโs successor, beautiful in the way storms over oceans were beautiful. Every person he spoke to somehow ended up leaning closer unconsciously, hanging onto his words as though enchanted. Even from across the ballroom, his smile alone looked capable of starting wars.
โThat one frightens me.โ Nicholas visibly shuddered.ย
โThatโs because you think with your fists,โ Jo replied.
Across the room near one of the balconies stood Harua, Artemisโ successor, dressed in dark silver robes with a bow slung lazily across his back despite repeated warnings not to bring weapons into the ballroom. He looked profoundly uninterested in civilization though several nymphs attempted speaking with him. Harua vanished into another part of the ballroom mid-conversation without explanation.
Yuma burst into laughter. โHeโs getting worse.โ
โHe spent six months in forests before arriving here,โ Euijoo reminded them gently. โSocial interaction physically pains him.โ
โAnd yet Artemis somehow remains graceful,โ Nicholas mused.
โGods have their advantages.โ Euijoo shrugged, remembering his own advantages.ย
Near the musicians stood Yudai, Apolloโs successor. Radiant, there truly was no better word for him. Golden robes caught the ballroom light effortlessly while people seemed naturally drawn toward him without realizing why. Yudai already looked perfectly suited to godhood.
โStill irritatingly perfect, that one.โ Yuma sighed, โI envy him.โ
Further along the ballroom, Maki stood near one of the magical chandelier mechanisms speaking animatedly with several servants while holding what appeared to be pieces of dismantled gold machinery in his hands. Hephaestusโ successor, brilliant and entirely incapable of remaining still.
โHeโs not supposed to take apart palace property during events,โ Euijoo said weakly. Maki immediately unscrewed something from the chandelier overhead. The entire structure flickered ominously.
โโฆToo late,โ Nicholas sighed. Yuma looked delighted by the possibility of catastrophe.ย
Euijoo glanced toward Jo over the rim of his glass, warm eyes thoughtful. โSo,โ he said gently, โhow is your Persephone adjusting?โ
His Persephone, Jo tried not to think about the wording too much as he nearly rolled his eyes. โSheโs fine.โ
Nicholas snorted, โOh is she now?โ
Yuma looked deeply unconvinced. โYouโve been spending a suspicious amount of time in gardens lately.โ
โI enjoy my silence.โ Jo defended.ย
โOh yes and the scratching of her pen counts as silence does it?โ Yuma cocked a brow. Euijoo laughed softly beneath his breath while Nicholas looked outright entertained.
โSo the rumors are true then?โ Nicholas asked. โThe future Persephone and Hades are already circling each other like doomed poetry?โ
โWe are not circling.โ
โDenial.โ Yuma nodded solemnly. โA classic symptom.โ Jo considered murder briefly before reminding himself it would be taboo to kill the messenger of the Gods.ย
Across the ballroom, laughter rang out again as Taki nearly fell off another chair attempting something involving flaming alcohol and absolutely no common sense. Nobody intervened, not even the servants, apparently this happened often. Jo exhaled slowly and glanced away from his friends toward the far end of the ballroom instead.
Toward the throne alcove shadowed beneath black marble arches, Hades sat there already. The God of the Dead looked almost carved from darkness itself beneath the dim blue firelight surrounding his throne. Beside him, Persephoneโs seat remained empty still. Even from across the ballroom, Hadesโ attention appeared fixed calmly upon the entrance doors. Waiting, always waiting for her.
Jo looked away first as something uneasy shifted inside his chest. Unfortunately, Euijoo noticed. The successor of Hestia followed Joโs gaze toward the divine thrones before smiling knowingly.
โYou know,โ Euijoo said lightly, โthe myths donโt have to repeat themselves exactly.โ
Jo frowned. โWhat?โ
Euijoo tilted his head toward another corner of the ballroom where Aphrodite stood speaking animatedly with Hestia herself. The contrast between the goddesses looked almost absurd. Aphrodite glittered like a jewel beneath candlelight, every movement graceful and dramatic while Hestia laughed warmly beside her holding what appeared to be a plate of pastries she had stolen from the banquet tables. Complete opposites and yet somehow entirely comfortable together.
โThey werenโt destined companions in the old stories.โ Euijoo pointed out softly. โBut gods change. People change.โ His smile widened faintly. โWe donโt have to become exact reflections of the myths we inherit.โ Euijoo laughed again at Nicholasโs confused expression at his philosophy, โFollow your own heart.โ
Heart, an unfortunate word.
Jo fell silent after that, finding himself wondering what exactly his heart wanted. And gods help him, he already knew.
At that exact moment, the grand ballroom doors opened. The entire hall quieted, silver bells echoing softly overhead. Then you stepped inside beside Persephone. And every coherent thought left Joโs mind completely.
There his heart probably was.ย
For one long moment, the ballroom forgot how to breathe. Persephone descended the staircase beside you like moonlight draped in silk and divinity, every eye drawn toward her radiant presence. Tonight, attention lingered on you too. Nicholas let out a low whistle beside Jo.
โWell,โ he murmured. โIsnโt that quite the sight?โ
โBeautiful.โ Yuma looked openly delighted, โOh, Jo is doomed.โ
โQuiet.โ Jo replied immediately but nobody listened.
Because you did look beautiful.
The white gown flowed behind you like liquid starlight as you descended the grand staircase beside Persephone, silver embroidery catching softly beneath the chandeliers overhead. The necklace resting against your throat glimmered against your skin while your hair framed your face in a way that made you appear unreal beneath the ballroom lights.
You looked divine enough to belong in that ballroom and human enough to ruin everybody standing there.ย
Jo felt an ugly emotion (jealousy, though he would not name it) spark alive in his chest when several nearby successors turned openly to watch you descend. One of Apolloโs attendants nearly walked directly into a pillar. Pathetic, and yet somehow Jo understood completely.
Nicholas crossed his arms thoughtfully. โI understand the concern now.โ
ย โWhat concern?โ Euijoo asked innocently.
โJoโs of course.โ Nicholas chuckled, โEveryoneโs eyes are on his Persephone.โ
Yuma looked toward Jo and burst into laughter immediately. Joโs expression remained perfectly calm. Unfortunately, the faint redness climbing toward the tips of his ears betrayed him entirely.
โYouโre blushing.โ Nicholas teased.
โI am not.โ
โYou absolutely are.โ
โI will kill both of you.โ
โSee?โ Yuma grinned. โTrue love.โ Jo contemplated throwing him into the River Styx.
Across the ballroom, Persephone finally reached the marble floor below. Hades remained seated upon his throne-like chair beneath the dark arches at the far end of the hall, one arm resting lazily against the carved obsidian while his gaze remained fixed solely upon Persephone. The Queen of the Underworld smiled the moment she saw him waiting, ancient affection passing silently between them.
Then Persephone turned toward the ballroom at large, lifting a jeweled goblet gracefully into the air.
โMy lovely guests,โ she called warmly.
You stood beside her trying very hard not to look visibly terrified, which was becoming increasingly difficult considering nearly every eye in the ballroom remained fixed on you. You suddenly missed hiding behind temple hoods.
Persephoneโs smile widened knowingly. โThis evening,โ she continued smoothly, โmarks the arrival of new successors beneath our realm. Future gods, future guardians, future rulers.โ Her gaze drifted briefly toward you then. โAnd among them, my own successor.โ The attention intensified and you resisted the urge to flee into the nearest river. โShe learns quickly, far quicker than I ever did.โ Pride coated her voice.ย
โThat cannot possibly be true,โ Hades drawled lazily from his seat.
Persephone laughed softly beneath her breath. โDarling,โ she replied sweetly, โmust you undermine me publicly?โ
โAlways.โ
Several gods chuckled quietly. You stood awkwardly beside Persephone, unsure where to place your hands or your eyes or your entire existence. Every noble spirit and divine successor seemed to be staring directly at you. Your heartbeat thundered painfully beneath your ribs as your eyes darted around to fixate on something.
They found Jo. Naturally, as though some invisible thread had pulled your gaze toward him through the crowded ballroom.ย
Everything else disappeared. The music faded, the conversations vanished, even the chandeliers seemed dimmer. All you could see was him, standing there beneath silver light, watching you with an expression so strangely soft it nearly unraveled you where you stood.
Sapphires and rubies.
Winter and spring.
For one suspended heartbeat, the entire world narrowed into that single look. You smiled, only faintly. But enough for Joโs heart to melt like chocolate pudding.ย
Persephoneโs voice broke the moment apart again. โTo new beginnings.โ She declared brightly, raising her goblet once more.
The ballroom echoed the toast immediately. โTo new beginnings!โ
Crystal clinked softly throughout the hall while music swelled once more from the musicians overhead. Persephone leaned toward you afterward with suspicious amusement dancing in her eyes. โYouโll survive,โ she whispered.
Then, before you could protest, she drifted gracefully away through the ballroom toward Hades waiting beneath the dark arches. The God of the Dead rose the second she approached him.
And just like that you were alone. In the middle of the grand ballroom. With most of the Underworld still staring directly at you.
Perfect.ย
You stood frozen beneath the enormous chandeliers while music and conversation slowly returned around you, though now it all sounded strangely distant beneath the thunder of your heartbeat.
Why were they all still looking at you?
Across the ballroom, Jo noticed panic beginning to creep into your expression. Your fingers tightened slightly around the stem of your goblet, your shoulders stiffened.
Scared little lamb.ย
Without even realizing it, he had already started moving toward you through the crowd. Unfortunately he was not the only one.
โSo youโre the darling oracle, hmm?โย
A warm voice interrupted before Jo could reach you. You turned quickly and nearly forgot how to function again.
Yudai stood before you now, somehow even more radiant up close beneath the ballroom lights. Soft sunlight seemed to cling naturally to him despite standing in the Underworld. Beautiful in the way dawn was beautiful, gentle enough to look directly at.
Beside him stood Fuma. Where Yudai resembled sunlight, Fuma resembled temptation. Dark silk wrapped elegantly around his figure while silver jewelry glimmered softly against warm skin. His beauty carried sharpness to it like every smile had been crafted specifically to ruin someone.
โWe finally meet,โ Yudai said warmly, offering you an easy smile. โApollo has spoken very highly of your training.โ
You blinked faintly. You still werenโt emotionally prepared for that entire situation. โOh,โ you managed intelligently. โHopefully nothing embarrassing.โ
Yudai laughed softly. โOnly that you learn too quickly.โ
Fuma tilted his head slightly beside him, eyes sweeping curiously over you. โAnd Persephone has become insufferably proud of you.โย
You felt your face warm slightly beneath the attention. โHas she?โ
โHopelessly,โ Fuma replied. โYou should hear the way she speaks about you.โ
Across the ballroom, Jo watched the interaction with growing displeasure. Nicholas toyed with his bracelet.ย
โOh no,โ Nicholas breathed dramatically. โHeโs jealous.โ
โCould you please stop making your conclusions?โ Jo huffed.ย
โYou look moments away from committing murder.โ
โThatโs just his face,โ Euijoo offered helpfully.
Meanwhile, entirely unaware of Jo mentally planning violence, you tried desperately to maintain composure while speaking with two impossibly beautiful successors at once.
Extremely difficult, considering that Fuma possessed the terrifying ability to maintain eye contact like he was personally trying to read your soul.
โYou seem nervous.โ Yudai observed kindly.
โI wonder why.โ you muttered weakly. That earned another laugh from him. Fuma smiled slightly at your sarcasm.
โYouโll get used to it eventually,โ Yudai reassured gently. โThe first ball is always overwhelming.โ
โShe looks like sheโd rather fight Cerberus,โ Fuma noted.
โI would,โ you admitted immediately. Joโs jaw tightened faintly watching you laugh softly at something Fuma said next.
Nicholas followed Joโs gaze and grinned, โOh, heโs suffering.โ
โHeโll survive.โ Euijoo said sympathetically.
โWill he?โ Yuma mused. โBecause he currently looks one compliment away from challenging Aphroditeโs successor to a duel.โย
Fuma seemed deeply entertained by your existence. Which, judging by the amused tilt of Yudaiโs mouth beside him, was apparently unusual enough to be noticeable.
โYouโre handling this better than most successors do.โ Yudai said kindly.
โIโm one conversation away from fainting.โ
โThatโs still better than Taki,โ Fuma remarked smoothly. โHe actually did faint at his first ball.โ
โTwice.โ Yudai added helpfully.
From somewhere across the ballroom came the sound of shattering glass followed immediately by Taki yelling, โTHAT WASNโT MY FAULT.โ
You blinked. โ.....Comforting.โ
Fumaโs soft laugh curled warmly through the air. He really was Aphroditeโs successor, everything about him felt crafted to disarm people. Then his expression shifted, curious now.
โYou are ready for the duel at least, yes?โ
You stared blankly. โThe what?โ
Fuma paused. Then slowly glanced over your shoulder toward Jo standing across the ballroom.
Yudai sighed softly beside him. โPersephone does adore keeping secrets.โ
Now you were officially alarmed. โWhat secrets?โ
Neither of them answered immediately. Fuma merely lifted his wine glass lazily. โI suppose she intends explaining it herself eventually.โ
โThat is an absolutely terrible answer.โ You said with a faint laugh, to hide the tremor behind it.ย
Before you could interrogate them further, another voice burst loudly into the conversation. โOh good, youโre real.โ
You turned. Maki had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
The successor of Hephaestus stood, disheveled beneath the ballroom lights, loose blond hair falling across his forehead while bits of gold dust still clung faintly to the sleeves of his clothes. Somewhere behind him, one of the chandeliers flickered ominously again.
โYouโre Persephoneโs successor,โ he announced excitedly before you could speak. โI lost a bet over that.โ
โโฆShould I ask?โ
โNo.โ
โMaki.โ Yudai sighed tiredly.
Maki ignored him. Unlike the elegant restraint most successors carried, Maki radiated energy in every direction at once, like his thoughts physically moved faster than everyone elseโs. He took your hand dramatically and kissed your knuckles. You nearly dropped your goblet.
โA pleasure,โ he declared brightly. Fuma burst into laughter.ย
Yudai pinched the bridge of his nose. โYou are making her panic.โ
โIโm being polite.โ
โYouโre frightening her.โ
โYou are all frightening me,โ you informed them honestly.
Maki grinned. โOh, sheโs fun.โ
Jo had finally reached his limit. He watched Maki holding your hand, Fuma smiling at you, Yudai standing too close and suddenly understood why Hades spent centuries looking mildly murderous.
โOh no.โ Nicholas mused, โAnd there goes his dignity.โ Euijoo looked amused into his wine. The crowd parted as Jo approached at last, a black rose against the silver lights.
And gods help you, relief hit you instantly the second you saw him. Something in your expression must have betrayed that realization because Joโs gaze softened almost imperceptibly when it landed on you.
Then he looked toward the others. Specifically at Maki still holding your hand.
Silence.
A very dangerous silence.
Maki blinked once. โWhy do you look like that?โ
โBecause,โ Fuma said smoothly, โyouโre touching his oracle.โ
Joโs ears went faintly red immediately. Your heart stopped functioning. Yudai laughed softly beside you, Apolloโs warmth seeming to fill the room.ย
โWould you like to dance?โ Maki said now, completely ignoring the possibility of death at Hadesโ hands. Before you could answer,ย
โNo.โ
The word left Jo far too quickly. Everyone turned toward him, including Jo himself, who looked mildly betrayed by his own mouth.
Fuma smiled slowly. โOh,โ he murmured. โThis is getting interesting.โ Jo recovered immediately afterward with suspicious calmness.
โWhat I meant,โ he said smoothly, stepping forward at last, โis that Persephoneโs successor should probably begin with someone familiar.โ Jo extended one gloved hand toward you.
โDance with me.โ
The ballroom suddenly felt very warm. You hesitated only briefly before placing your hand carefully into his. It felt like nectar being poured onto your skin at the touch.
Across the room, Nicholas physically slapped a hand over Yumaโs mouth before he could start screaming. The music softened gradually as Jo guided you toward the center of the ballroom floor. There was nobody else dancing yet, which meant every single person in the Underworld was now watching the two of you.
Wonderful.
โI hate you.โ You whispered under your breath as Jo placed one hand lightly against your waist.
โNo you donโt.โ He whispered back. The orchestra shifted smoothly into a slower melody as Jo guided you carefully into motion across the marble floor.
Despite your nerves, he danced effortlessly, like he had been born knowing exactly how to move through music. Which, considering who he would become, perhaps he had. You followed carefully beneath the chandeliers overhead, white silk and black fabric turning together beneath gold and sapphire light.
Around the ballroom, conversation softened, watching and waiting.ย Near one of the balconies, Harua observed quietly beside Artemis, silver eyes following the dance floor with faint amusement.
โIโve never seen a Persephone and Hades so in love this early,โ he remarked softly. Artemis laughed beneath her breath.ย
Across the ballroom floor, entirely aware of the commentary surrounding you both, you tried very hard not to focus on how close Jo stood.
One hand held yours, the other rested carefully against your waist. Too careful, as though he was deeply aware of his own strength. The music carried you both slowly through the ballroom while silver lights shimmered overhead like stars trapped beneath the earth.
โYou realize,โ you murmured quietly, โeveryone is staring.โ
โLet them.โ Jo looked entirely unbothered.ย
Easy for him to say, he looked utterly composed beneath the attention. You looked one step away from collapsing into the nearest fountain.
โYou dance well.โ You admitted softly.
โI know.โ
โThere he is.โ You narrowed your eyes. โThe unbearable ego returns.โ
Joโs mouth curved faintly. โI was worried you missed it.โ
The music slowed further and you were so dangerously close. Your heart warred against your ribs while Jo guided you effortlessly through another turn beneath the chandeliers.
โWhy did you ask Persephone if there was a future Hades?โ He asked, spinning you around.ย
โWhy do you want to know?โ You asked, looking away once from his heat filled gaze before murmuring, โI was merely curious.โ
Jo watched you quietly for a moment. Then his gaze drifted briefly toward the necklace resting against your throat.
โYou know what everyone expects, donโt you?โ he asked softly. You swallowed.
The myths, the stories, Persephone and Hades, spring and death.
Love and ruin woven together endlessly through every version of the tale.
โYes.โ You said quietly.
โAnd?โ
You lifted your chin then. โI think people rely too much on old stories.โ The music swelled gently around you both.
โI agree,โ he said at last.
You blinked faintly. โYou do?โ
Jo guided you smoothly into another turn. โI donโt intend to become some tragic god who falls helplessly in love because history expects it.โ
Your pulse stumbled anyway. You tried very hard to sound unaffected when you replied, โGood.โ
โGood?โ
โYes,โ you said quickly. โBecause I certainly wonโt fall in love with you either.โ
Jo laughed softly, a sound that did terrible things to your composure. โOf course not, little lamb.โ
The music reached its climax just then and Jo dipped you gracefully backward with the movement of the dance. Your breath caught sharply. One of his hands steadied your back while the other still held yours, your face now only inches from his beneath the glow of the chandeliers overhead
You could feel the warmth of him and see every sharp line of his face. The ballroom disappeared again for one suspended moment.
โYouโre staring.โ Jo murmured softly.
โSo are you.โ
Even now, even with his face this close to yours beneath a hall full of watching gods, both of you still believed your own lieโthat neither of you would ever fall.ย
For Gods do not fall.ย
And you were to be Gods.ย
But for one tiny mortal second, as Joโs hand remained steady against your back and the music curled around you both like silk beneath the chandeliers, you wondered quietly.ย
Could you have been allowed to?ย
Could you have been permitted something so terribly human as falling in love?ย
The thought vanished as quickly as it came. You straightened as the dance continued, though your heartbeat never fully recovered afterward. Neither, unfortunately, did Jo.
The orchestra shifted into softer strings while you both continued moving across the ballroom floor with growing ease. Your earlier nervousness had faded into something quieter now, replaced by a strange warmth that settled in your chest whenever he looked at you too long.
Around you, the ballroom had relaxed. Gods mingled freely while successors laughed amongst themselves beneath gold-and-blue light. Nicholas was attempting to teach Taki how to balance wine glasses on one arm. Euijoo looked deeply concerned. Fuma had acquired an audience without even trying. Yudai stood near Apollo speaking softly beneath a halo of candlelight.
And through all of it, the center of the ballroom still remained the two of you.
Hades watched from his seat beside Persephone with unreadable calmness. The Queen of the Underworld, meanwhile, looked openly delighted.
โTheyโre beautiful together,โ she sighed softly, resting her chin lazily against one hand.
Hades took a slow sip from his goblet. โYou said that about us too.โ
โYes,โ Persephone replied immediately. โAnd I was correct.โ A faint smile touched his mouth.ย ย
Across the ballroom floor, Jo spun you beneath the music once more, the contrasting fabric of your clothes blurring together like winter swallowing spring.
Persephoneโs gaze softened. โTheir fates were always intertwined,โ she murmured quietly.
โThe Fates told you?โ Hades looked toward her then.
For a brief moment, silence passed between the King and Queen of the Underworld. Then Hadesโ gaze drifted back toward the dance floor where Jo looked at you like he had already forgotten how not to.
โYou should tell them soon.โ He said calmly.
Persephone laughed softly beneath her breath. โAnd ruin all this?โ Her eyes sparkled mischievously. โAbsolutely not.โ
โI learned from the best.โ Persephone smiled victoriously anyway before finally rising gracefully from her seat.
Almost instantly, the ballroom quieted once more, music softening and conversations fading.
You and Jo slowed to a stop in the center of the dance floor, though his hand lingered at your waist one second longer than necessary before finally letting go. Not that either of you acknowledged it.
Persephone descended the small marble steps slowly, flowers woven into her gown catching softly beneath the chandeliers.
โMy lovely guests,โ she announced warmly. Something dangerous danced beneath her smile. โSince tonight celebrates new beginnings,โ she continued smoothly, โI thought it appropriate that our successors begin learning one of the Underworldโs oldest traditions.โ
Around the ballroom, several gods suddenly looked entertained. You had the distinct feeling your evening was about to become significantly worse.
โThe ancient duel.โ Persephone smiled brightly.
Immediately, murmurs swept through the ballroom. Nicholas groaned dramatically into his wine. โOh, this is going to end horribly.โ Yuma looked one second away from climbing onto a table out of excitement. You stared at your Goddess who laughed softly.
โYes,โ she said, clearly enjoying herself far too much. โI forgot our little oracle still knows absolutely nothing.โ Persephone descended another step, โLong before the Underworld became what it is now,โ she began, โthere existed one truth the gods feared above all else.โ The ballroom quieted fully.
โThat love could weaken duty.โ
Her gaze drifted briefly toward Hades. The God of the Dead watched her with the calm patience of someone who had heard this story a thousand times and still listened anyway.
โSo,โ Persephone continued, โto prove that even devotion could never outweigh responsibility, the rulers of the Underworld created a tradition.โ
โA duel.โ A faint smile curved her lips. โHades and I dueled during our first season ruling together,โ she explained. โNot out of hatred.โ Her smile turned quieter then. โBut to demonstrate our trust.โย
Hades finally spoke from his seat. โShe stabbed me.โ
The ballroom erupted into laughter. Persephone looked delighted. โYou survived.โ
โBarely, my dearest.โ
You stared at them in genuine disbelief. โGods above,โ you whispered weakly. Persephone turned back toward the ballroom, silk whispering softly around her feet.
โAnd now,โ she announced warmly, โour successors shall continue the tradition.โ
Your stomach dropped instantly.
No.
Absolutely not!
Her eyes landed directly on you and Jo. โIn two weeksโ time,โ Persephone declared smoothly, โPersephone and Hadesโ successors will duel before the court of the Underworld.โ
The ballroom burst immediately into excited conversation. You turned toward Jo in horror.
And discoveredโto your immense surpriseโthat he looked horrified too. Beautifully horrified.ย
His composure had cracked just enough for you to notice the faint tension in his jaw, the slight widening of his eyes.ย
Jo looked down at you at the exact same moment. And before either of you seemed to consciously realize itโhis hand found yours, like heโd done it a thousand times now. Like his hand was the outer red skin of a pomegranate that held the delicate seeds of your hand within.ย
Your breath caught softly and Jo seemed to realize what heโd done approximately two seconds later because his expression shifted faintly afterward. But he still didnโt let go.
โI knew about the tradition,โ he admitted quietly over the noise of the ballroom.
You stared at him. โBut?โ
Jo exhaled softly through his nose. โI never knew Iโd have to do it with you.โ
Something about the way he said it made your heart twist painfully inside your chest. Around you, the ballroom continued buzzing excitedly. Nicholas was already taking bets with Yuma. Maki appeared to be sketching possible arena designs onto a napkin. Fuma looked deeply entertained by the entire situation.
But all of that noise felt very far away.ย
Jo was still holding your hand and looking at you like the thought of hurting you had never once crossed his mind until now.
โYouโre going to win, arenโt you?โ you asked, with a sorry smile on your face.
Joโs thumb brushed absentmindedly once against your knuckles before he seemed to catch himself. The movement was so small you almost thought you imagined it.ย
โI wonโt hurt you.โ
The fates will not allow that, you wanted to say. Such deadly words he spokeโso contradictory that the speaker was someone who belonged to death itself. Before you could answer, Persephoneโs voice drifted suddenly through the ballroom once more.ย
โMy darling successor,โ she called sweetly. Persephone stood several steps away now beside Hades, โWe should leave before the court decides to interrogate you all evening.โ
โThat is exactly what they were about to do.โ Hades remarked calmly.
You were fairly certain she herself had caused this catastrophe. Reluctantly, you began stepping away from Jo. His hand slipped slowly from yours and you felt the loss of warmth straightaway. Neither of you acknowledged that either.
Hades looked into his wine. โIt starts.โ
You blinked between them in confusion. โWhat starts?โ
โNothing.โ Persephone replied far too quickly. As she guided you away through the glittering ballroom, you glanced back once over your shoulder.
Jo still stood exactly where youโd left him beneath the chandeliers, watching you go.
How softly deathโs gaze went after spring.ย
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Persephoneโs chambers felt softer at night.
The fires burned low within their marble sconces while gauzy curtains drifted lazily around the open balconies overlooking endless dark terraces below. You sat curled at the end of Persephoneโs velvet chaise, still overwhelmed from the ball hours later.
And still thinking about Joโs hand holding yours.
Persephone reclined elegantly across the opposite side of the room while several handmaidens carefully removed gold flowers from her hair.
โYou look distressed,โ she observed lazily.
You groaned softly into your hands. โThat duel is absurd.โ
Persephone only laughed quietly before her gaze drifted toward your throat, toward the necklace resting against your skin. Her expression softened. โHe gave you another one.โ
Heat crawled embarrassingly up your neck. โIt doesnโt mean anything.โ
โMhm.โ
โIt doesnโt.โ
Thoughtfully, she lifted one elegant hand toward her own throat. Around her neck rested a necklace you had somehow never properly noticed before. Black diamonds intertwined with pale gold branches delicate as roots beneath winter soil.
โHades made this for me,โ Persephone said softly, โbefore our first duel.โ She smiled, โItโs a mechanism for the transfer of pain. When you wear your necklace for training, you feel as if the voices have quietened right?โ You nodded at her observation, โWell, truth be told nobody can handle those horrid screams all by themselves. This necklaceโโ Her eyes softened for a split second, "โfacilitates the sharing of the pain.โ
โSo youโre saying Jo could feel all those voices as well?โ You said, a horrified timbre to your voice. Why on earth would he ever do that to himself? Something strange twisted gently in your chest.ย The Queen of the Underworld touched the necklace absentmindedly as though it carried centuries beneath her fingertips.
โFate follows its course in peculiar ways,โ she murmured.
You crossed your arms defensively.ย โIโm not falling in love with Jo.โ
โReally?โ Persephone tilted her head slightly. โAnd why not?โ The answer came easier than expected.ย
โBecause he hates life too much.โ You looked down toward your hands. โHe talks about mortality like itโs meaningless.โ You murmured softly. โLike human life is just something temporary and fragile and exhausting.โ Your fingers tightened slightly together. โAnd maybe it is temporary. But that does not make it worthless.โ
Persephone listened quietly. You swallowed softly before continuing.
โI love life.โ The confession came almost embarrassed. โI loved sunlight and stupid temple flowers and listening to people complain and children running through the markets and even those ridiculous old generals asking for prophecies every week.โ A faint smile touched your lips. โI liked all of it.โ
Persephoneโs gaze gentled. โAnd Jo?โ
โHe looks at the world like winter has already swallowed it whole.โ
Silence settled softly between you both afterward. Then Persephone smiled.
โTo love someone,โ she said quietly, โis to change beside them. He may change your opinions,โ she continued softly. โOr perhaps youโll change his.โ
You shook your head immediately. โBut I donโt want to fall in love with him just because weโre supposed to.โ Your voice dropped lower. โI donโt want fate deciding something that important for me.โ
For the first time that evening, Persephone became very still. Then slowly she smiled again. There was something heartbreakingly human in it.
โMy darling,โ she murmured softly, โfate may place two souls in each otherโs path.โ Her fingers brushed lightly against the ancient necklace resting at her throat. โBut it cannot force them to stay.โ
You thought of Hades rising from his throne the moment Persephone approached him. Of gardens planted in hell because someone missed spring. Of sapphire necklaces and warm hands and music echoing beneath silver trees. Persephone stood gracefully, silk whispering around her ankles.
โNow,โ she announced far too brightly afterward, โenough romance. In two weeks,โ the Queen of the Underworld declared, โyou are expected to survive a battle before an audience of gods.โ Your stomach dropped again. โSo,โ Persephone finished smoothly, โtomorrow your real training begins.โ
Persephone only smiled sweetly at your horror before dismissing you for the evening, promisingโwith deeply concerning enthusiasmโthat tomorrowโs training would โbuild character.โ Which, in your experience, usually meant suffering.
The palace halls were quieter by the time you left her chambers. Silver flames flickered softly along the marble walls while distant music from the ballroom still echoed faintly through the Underworldโthe memory of something warm. Your footsteps slowed unconsciously as you walked alone through the sleeping palace.
Battle, duel, duty before loveโthe words tangled strangely inside your chest. And gods help you, so did his name.
You thought of him beneath the chandeliers, while his hand rested carefully at your waist. You thought of his laugh, of his music, of the softness hidden beneath all that winter. You imagined what he would look like kneeling before you with a dagger pressed gently against his handsome throat during the duel.
Beautiful.
You were losing your mind. Somewhere deep in your memory, his voice returned softly,ย
Human life is ephemeral.
And then another memory followed.A crushed flower falling from his fingers beneath the garden lights. Only for him to place a new blossom carefully into your hair moments later.
As though even death itself could not stop him from offering life back to you.
Winter and spring.
Sapphires and rubies.
Death and the girl who still believed flowers bloomed after frost.
Perhaps that was the cruelest thing fate had ever done. Not binding Persephone and Hades together. But creating two souls so terribly opposite that they could not stop orbiting each other anyway.
And somewhere beneath the earth, in a kingdom built from endings, spring quietly reached for death, while death, against all reason, reached back.
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The first week after the ball passed strangely, like the entire Underworld had inhaled and forgotten how to breathe properly afterward. You and Jo had started avoiding each other, not intentionally at first (the lie you both told yourselves).ย
Training schedules became inconveniently different and meals no longer aligned. The garden Hades had planted for Persephone somehow always seemed empty whenever you wandered into it now, silver flowers swaying softly beneath the eternal twilight with no music echoing through the trees.
And when Jo played the piano, you listened hidden from somewhere far enough away that he would not notice you. Though you suspected he always did. But it was easier this way, safer, because every interaction between you lately seemed to leave something raw behind afterward. The dance, your hand in his, the necklace, the duelโyou hated how aware you had become of him. You hated even more that he seemed equally aware of you.
The only time you had truly been close to him all week happened by accident.
You had fallen asleep in the library sometime after midnight, surrounded by open texts Persephone had assigned you about Underworld law and divine combat rituals. One moment you had been reading by candlelight beneath the enormous painted ceiling and the next?
You woke slowly to warmth brushing against your face, gentle fingers moving strands of hair away from your eyes. For one hazy, sleepy second, you leaned unconsciously toward the familiar warmth of the touch. Then your eyes opened.
Joโalways unfairly beautifulโstood beside the velvet chair where you had fallen asleep, framed by dim candlelight and endless shelves of books. His expression had gone still when he realized you were awake. Neither of you spoke. Then Jo cleared his throat once, sharp and quiet, as though suddenly remembering himself.
โYour neck will hurt if you sleep like that,โ he muttered.
And before you could answer, before you could even properly sit up, he turned and walked away through the library shadows, leaving you staring after him with your pulse stumbling painfully against your ribs.
Unfortunately, Persephone allowed you absolutely no time to dwell on any of it. Because your training had become hellish, quite literally.
โYouโre hesitating again.โ Persephone sighed dramatically from across the arena. โYour standards are far too low for royalty.โ
The Queen of the Underworld had stopped treating your lessons gently after the ball. Apparently surviving divine politics and hearing the voices of the dead had only been preparation. Now came combat and the Queen of The Dead was relentless in that matter.
Morning until night, she drilled you through sword forms, dagger techniques, defensive magic and endurance training brutal enough to leave your entire body aching before sunrise even properly arrived beneath the earth.
The voices no longer overwhelmed you, which somewhat terrified you.ย What had once nearly shattered your mind now moved through you like distant rivers beneath ice. You could hear grief, death and truth and answer it as calmly as a child answers yes for a piece of candy.ย
You no longer wore the necklace. It felt like tearing away an integral part of you (warm hands at the back of your neck, sapphires and rubies, someone thinking of you gently enough to create beauty for you), but you told yourself you couldnโt.ย
Three nights earlier, after a particularly vicious training session left your ribs bruised and your hands trembling violently from overexertion, you had wandered half-asleep into one of the palace corridors still wearing the necklace beneath your robes.
And there, at the far end of the hall, you had seen Jo. Collapsed against the wall, one hand pressed sharply against his side, trying to steady himself and your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach. The ache blooming across your own ribs at that exact moment matched the tension in his face perfectly.
You stopped wearing the necklace after that. No matter how much your fingers still reached instinctively for your throat every morning, no matter how empty your skin suddenly felt without it there.
The consequences arrived quickly. Training became harder without the jewels dulling the voices and pain for you. Your body began wearing exhaustion openly nowโdark shadows beneath your eyes, a slight slowing in your movements, your laughter growing rarer. Even Yunah had begun watching you with worried eyes.
โYou should rest more,โ she urged softly one evening while helping rebind your bruised wrist.
โIโm fine.โ The oracleโs lie as always slipped from your mouth.ย
But Persephoneโs training never softened. If anything, it grew harsher the weaker you became. Because the Queen of the Underworld understood something you did not yet fully grasp: Godhood was survival. And survival rarely cared for gentleness.
Jo noticed everythingโevery tired smile, every wince you tried hiding, every time your hands trembled after training. He noticed how the brightness in you had dimmed slightly these past days, like spring sunlight trapped behind clouds. It terrified him.ย
Because you were still beautiful, achingly so. But now there was exhaustion threaded through your softness and Jo hated that he understood exactly why.
Nicholas found him in the training arena one night long after everyone else had gone. Jo stood alone beneath silver torchlight driving his sword through practice forms viciously enough to splinter marble beneath his feet.
โYouโre brooding again,โ Nicholas observed.
โIโm training.โ Jo said, not taking his eyes off of his movements.ย Nicholas watched him carefully for a moment before speaking again.
โShe stopped wearing it, didnโt she?โ The silence answered for him and Nicholas sighed softly. โWell.โ He leaned lazily against a pillar. โAt least now we know sheโs not selfish.โ
Joโs jaw tightened. โThat was never a concern.โ The concern was far worse actuallyโyou had chosen pain the moment you realized it hurt him too.
And Jo did not know what to do with that. He had spent years convincing himself that attachment weakened people, that love ruined judgment, that mortality was too fragile to trust. And now every time he wore the blindfold meant to clear his mind after training, he saw only you.
Sleeping beneath library candlelight, laughing in the ballroom, standing beneath silver trees with flowers tucked into your hair.
Beautiful oracle.
Sweet little lamb.
Spring reaching carefully toward death without realizing death had already begun reaching back.
But he reached his limit today.ย
Training had ended early for him for once. Nicholas had been dragged away by Ares for some combat exercise, leaving Jo free hours before sunset beneath the earth. He should have returned to his chambers. Instead, without consciously deciding to, his feet carried him toward your side of the palace.ย The Underworld halls stretched long and dark around him as he walked, silver flames flickering softly against black marble.ย
โAgain!โ
He heard Persephone scream in a commanderโs voice. The sound echoed sharply through the corridor ahead, followed immediately by your voiceโstrained and breathless.
โIโm tryingโโ
โTrying is not enough!โ
Something cold twisted violently in his chest. Before he fully thought it through, Jo moved toward the training arena. And the second he stepped near the doorway, his stomach dropped.ย
The chamber pulsed with death. Voicesโthousands of them. The entire arena swirled with silver-black mist while whispers clawed violently through the air, overlapping grief and sorrow and agony pouring from every direction at once.
You stood at the center of it all, barely standing. Your knees trembled visibly beneath you while blood trickled slowly from your nose down across your lips. One hand pressed hard against your temple as though trying to physically hold your mind together.
Persephone circled you calmly from across the arena floor. โControl them,โ she commanded sharply.
You gasped softly as another wave of voices crashed through the chamber. The dead were screaming, crying, begging, for a chance at salvation, a second life (Human life is ephemeral) and you stood, powerless in the eye of the storm. Jo could physically feel the pressure of it from the doorway alone. You were drowning inside it.
โI canโtโโ
โYes you can.โ Persephoneโs voice cracked like a whip through the arena. โTake the pain.โ Another pulse hit and you staggered violently. โControl it!โ Jo moved before thinking.
โStop.โ
The word cut cleanly through the chamber. Persephone glanced toward the doorway briefly but did not halt.
โAgain,โ she ordered. The voices surged harder. You made a broken sound somewhere between a gasp and a cry, your body folding slightly forward beneath the sheer weight of it. Something inside Jo snapped.
โStop.โ Sharper this time, Persephone still ignored him.
โDo not run from it,โ she told you coldly. โThe Underworld will not soften itself for you merely because youโre frightened.โ
Your breathing turned ragged. Jo could see your hands shaking violently now, your vision blurring, the exhaustion already breaking your body apart after weeks of relentless training.
Enough was enough. The shadows around the chamber darkened sharply.
โPersephone.โ
Her name echoed differently coming from him this time, not a request but a warning this time. The Queen of the Underworld finally turned fully toward him then.
โYou are interrupting training.โ Persephone said evenly.
โAnd you are breaking her.โ
Silence cracked through the arena. You looked up weakly at him from the center of the chamber, dazed and trembling. Joโs chest tightened painfully at the sight.
Persephoneโs gaze sharpened. โShe is hesitating.โ
โSheโs exhausted.โ
โAnd sheโll die if she cannot control this power!โ
That silenced him for exactly one heartbeat. Because she was right, cruelly so. But still, Jo looked back toward you again. At the blood, at the trembling, at the sheer overwhelming pain hollowing your expression apart. If Persephone pushed you any further right nowโyou would break.
So quietly, without taking his eyes off you, Jo summoned him. Cold flooded the room and a moment later, another presence entered behind him. Death wearing a crown, Hades stepped silently into the training arena.ย
Persephone sighed. โYou summoned him?โ
Hadesโ dark gaze swept slowly across the arena, across the death magic flooding the room and you barely standing in the center. Then finally toward Persephone.
โEnough.โ He said calmly, โEnough, dearest.โ The entire arena obeyed and the voices vanished like a storm cut cleanly from the sky. The crushing pressure disappeared from the chamber so suddenly it left a ringing silence behind.ย
And the second it did, your body gave out. You collapsed hard onto the marble floor, gasping violently for breath.
Your hands shook uncontrollably against the stone while air struggled back into your lungs in ragged, uneven pulls. Blood still streaked faintly beneath your nose and your vision swam so badly the world dissolved into silver blurs.
โDarling.โ
His hands were always so warm. How funny, death could be as warm as a motherโs embrace.ย
Jo dropped to his knees beside you, one arm sliding carefully around your shoulders before lifting you against his chest.
โThere you are.โ He murmured quietly. Your entire body trembled violently against him and Joโs heart twisted painfully at the feeling. You were freezing.
โIt hurts.โ You whispered weakly before you could stop yourself. Something inside him nearly shattered hearing it.
โI know.โ He said softly.
Carefully, impossibly gently for someone born to become death, Jo gathered you fully into his arms and pulled you closer against his chest.
โItโs alright,โ he murmured near your hair. โJust breathe for me.โ
Your fingers weakly curled into the fabric of his training robes and the contact nearly undid him. Across the arena, Persephone watched silently now while Hades stood beside her like a shadow given form.
โYou pushed her too far.โ Jo said without looking up.
โI know.โ Persephoneโs expression barely flickered. โShe has to survive this,โ
Jo tightened his hold around you protectively. โShe wonโt survive if you destroy her first!โ
You made another soft sound against his chest then, weaker this time. Jo immediately looked back down at you.
โStay awake.โ He said quickly. Your eyes struggled to focus on himโbeautiful eyes, exhausted eyes, still searching for him even through the haze of pain.
โHey, hey, hey.โ He whispered softly, brushing hair back from your face with trembling hands. โStay with me.โ
Your lips parted faintly and then your body suddenly went limp in his arms. Jo froze and he felt pure terror rushing through his body for one horrible second. And then he felt your breathing.
Youโd fainted, only fainted.ย
Relief hit him so hard it felt painful. Without another word, Jo slid one arm beneath your knees and lifted you into his arms, handling you like you were a soft petal.ย
Hades watched him quietly and his successor, before turning toward the arena doors, met his gaze only briefly, a silent gratitude passing between them. The King of the Dead gave the smallest nod.
Then Jo carried you out. Your head rested softly against his shoulder while silver torchlight flickered across the corridors beyond the arena. He could still feel the lingering tremors running weakly through your body even unconscious. It made something violent curl inside his chest.ย
Behind him, silence settled heavily across the training chamber after he disappeared from sight. Persephone looked toward the doorway long after Jo had gone.
โHe loves her already,โ she murmured quietly.
โYesโ Hades folded his arms calmly. โAs I loved you.โย
Persephoneโs gaze lowered toward the lingering traces of death magic still curled across the marble. โHeโll hate me for this.โ
โHe already does, dearest.โ That earned the faintest laugh from her.
Then slowly, her expression dimmed again. โIf only he knew,โ she whispered softly. Hades looked toward her. Persephoneโs eyes remained fixed on the doorway where Jo had carried you away.
โIf only he knew what she did.โ
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Consciousness returned slowly.
Your body felt unbearably heavy, every limb weighed down by exhaustion so deep it settled somewhere inside your bones. For a long moment you remained still beneath unfamiliar blankets, listening to the faint crackling of firelight somewhere nearby.
Firelight? No, not fire.
Silver candles.
You forced your eyes open carefully. Black marble veined faintly with silver stretched overhead while dark curtains drifted lazily around enormous windows that overlooked the twilight of the Underworld. The room itself was dimly lit with low flames flickering softly in ornate candle stands.
This was not your chambers. Panic flickered weakly through you and you tried sitting up too quickly which was a grave mistake. Pain shot violently through your ribs and head at once, drawing a soft gasp from your throat before dizziness slammed back into you.
โEasy.โ
You turned weakly toward the source of the voice, to see Jo sitting beside the bed. He leaned forward immediately the second he saw you trying to move, one hand carefully steadying your shoulder before gently helping prop you against the carved headboard instead.
โYouโre alright,โ he murmured.
He looked exhaustedโdark hair slightly disheveled, sleeves rolled carelessly to his forearms, glasses discarded somewhere nearby. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes too, as though he had not slept.
You looked down and realized your training robes were gone, replaced instead by a soft sleeping gown far more comfortable against your aching skin with bandages wrapped carefully around your wrists and ribs beneath the fabric.
Immediately horrified, you looked back up at him. โDid you change my clothes?โ
Jo blinked once, then immediately looked offended. โGods, no, Yunah did,โ he clarified dryly. โI enjoy living.โ
You relaxed slightly against the pillows, though your body still ached terribly. For a moment neither of you spoke. The room felt strangely comfortable around him.
Jo reached toward the small table beside the bed and lifted a steaming cup filled with amber liquid. โDrink this.โ
You eyed it suspiciously. โWill it kill me?โ
โNot immediately.โ A faint smile tugged briefly at the corner of his mouth. โItโs a tonic.โ He handed the cup to you, though his fingers lingered briefly against yours to steady the trembling in your hands when he noticed it. At least that was what he told himself.ย
You took a cautious sip and the taste surprised youโbittersweet roots softened with honey and something floral underneath. โThis is good.โ Jo looked amused by your surprise. โYou made this?โ You blinked at him over the rim of the cup as he nodded, โYou know herbal medicine?โ
โA little.โ The mixture was far too balanced for amateur work. You took another slow sip before looking at him again.
โI like herbs too,โ you said. โBack at the temple I used to help prepare remedies for the priestesses sometimes.โ
Jo listened without interrupting. The soft silver candlelight caught against the sharp line of his jaw while he sat beside the bed, one arm resting loosely against the sheets near you. Despite the cold elegance of his chambers, the room felt warm.
You took another sip of the tonic. โIt tastes familiar,โ you murmured thoughtfully. โDid you use a flower?โ
โAsphodel.โ
Your eyes lifted. โThe flower of the dead?โ
Jo nodded. โIt dulls pain when prepared correctly.โ
You looked down at the cup again with softer understanding. For a moment silence settled comfortably between you both again before curiosity stirred quietly inside you. โWhere did you learn all this?โ
Jo stilled faintly, not enough for anyone else to notice. But you noticed him now. Always.
โMy mother,โ he answered after a moment. The words came softer than usual. โWhen I was a child she used to grow herbs herself.โ His gaze drifted absently toward the silver flames nearby. โShe taught me how to identify poisonous roots before I learned how to properly read.โ
Something tightened gently in your chest hearing that. โMy mother taught me too.โ Jo looked back toward you then. โShe used to dry lavender above our chambers,โ you murmured quietly, the memory washing over you softly. โThe entire temple smelled like herbs half the time because of her.โ A tiny laugh escaped you. โThe priestesses hated it.โ
Before you could answer, pain tore through you, sudden, sharp and violent. Your breath caught immediately as agony crashed hard through your ribs and skull all at once, stealing the air from your lungs. The cup nearly slipped from your trembling hands.
Jo moved instantly. โHeyโโ
A broken gasp escaped you as your vision blurred violently again. Your body folded forward instinctively beneath the sudden wave of pain.ย Your forehead fell against his shoulder, panting and shaking. Joโs entire body went rigid for one startled heartbeat.ย
โI know,โ he murmured quickly.
One arm wrapped carefully around your back to steady you while the other reached toward the bedside table drawer. You barely registered him pulling something out before you felt cool jewels brush against your skin.
Jo fastened the necklace around your throat quickly, fingers moving with practiced urgency at the clasp behind your neck. Almost instantly, the agony eased. You exhaled shakily against his shoulder. And then realization hit you; your hand weakly caught around his wrist.
โNo,โ you whispered breathlessly. โJoโโ
โItโs fine.โ
โIt hurts you.โ
His expression barely shifted. โI can handle it.โ
You tried pulling back enough to look at him properly. โThat isnโt fair.โ A strange look crossed his face then, something almost sad.
โOracle,โ he murmured quietly, brushing damp hair away from your forehead carefully, โdo you really think I care about fairness right now?โ
Your chest tightened painfully. Jo leaned back slightly against the headboard afterward, still keeping one arm securely around you when another weaker tremor passed through your body.
โIt wonโt affect me as much,โ he said more gently this time. โNot like it affects you.โ
You hated how calm he sounded about hurting himself for your sake. But god, you were so tired. Your head still rested weakly against his shoulder while his heartbeat moved slow and steady beneath your cheek.
โYou shouldnโt do this,โ you whispered faintly.
Jo looked down at you quietly for a long moment. Then softly, โAnd yet I will.โ
The room fell quiet after that, akin to the somber of winter nights, soft and heavy and intimate. You remained curled weakly against Joโs shoulder beneath the blankets, the necklace cool against your throat now that the pain had dulled enough for you to think clearly again. He never once moved away. One arm still rested securely around you, steady and grounding and far too easy to lean into.
You listened quietly to the slow rhythm of his breathing. To his heartbeat beneath your cheek. To the comfort of him.
โMay I ask you something?โ
Jo glanced down at you. โYou already are.โ
Despite yourself, your mouth twitched faintly. โYou know what I mean.โ
โI do.โ He didnโt tell you no. You hesitated briefly before asking.ย
โWhat were you likeโฆ..before?โ You felt him go still beneath your cheek, โWhen you were human,โ you clarified. Silence and you immediately regretted asking. โYou donโt have to answer ifโโ
โI was a prince.โ
The words startled you enough that you looked up immediately. Joโs gaze remained fixed somewhere distant across the room now.
โA prince?โ you repeated softly.
A faint smile touched his mouth. โShocking, I know.โ
You tried imagining it. Jo dressed in royal silks beneath sunlight instead of shadows. Jo smiling easily. Jo human. Your chest hurt at the thought.
โMy kingdom wasโฆโ He paused slightly, searching for the word. โLively.โ Something gentler entered his voice then. โWe had musicians in the palace gardens every evening. Festivals constantly. My mother hated silence, so the palace was always full of noise.โ A quieter breath escaped him. โFlowers everywhere.โ
Spring.
You listened carefully without interrupting. Jo rarely spoke about himself.
โWhen I was younger,โ he continued, โI used to sneak out of lessons to sit with the servants in the kitchens.โ An amused breath left him. โThey made better company than nobles.โ
You smiled faintly against his shoulder. โI can believe that.โ
โSo could my tutors unfortunately.โ For one second, you glimpsed him. Not Hadesโ successor, not death. Just a boy once loved by sunlight.
โOne winter another kingdom invaded us.โ
The softness vanished from his voice entirely. Jo continued staring ahead as your breathing stilled.
โThey came at night.โ Something terrible moved beneath the calmness in his tone now, the kind of calm only grief could create. โI watched my father die first.โ His jaw tightened. โThen my brothers.โ A pause. โMy mother lasted longer than the rest.โ
Jo spoke like someone reciting history, too practiced and detached as though feeling it properly would destroy him.
โThe palace burned by morning,โ he finished quietly.
You didnโt know what to say. There were no words large enough for grief like that. You suddenly understood why he looked at life like something fragile and temporary. Why he spoke about mortality like a curse. Why spring frightened death so much.
โHades found me afterward.โ Jo finally glanced down toward you then, dark eyes unreadable. โAnd apparently,โ he said with quiet bitterness, โan oracle had told them to attack us.โ
The world stopped and your blood ran cold instantly.
Oracle.
The word echoed through your chest like a scream. Your fingers tightened weakly against Joโs robes before you could stop yourself, heartbeat suddenly loud and frantic beneath the terrible silence now stretching between you both.
You had advised generals in the past, kings and councils; warriors kneeling before Apolloโs altar with blood already staining their hands before battle had even begun. You had watched maps spread open across temple floors while men whispered of invasion routes and weak borders and kingdoms vulnerable after winter famine.
And you had answered them with your false visions, your patterns and your logic and your probability.ย You had studied politics your entire life. Observed noble houses, trade routes, rivalries, military weaknesses. Sometimes it had felt less like prophecy and more like strategy dressed in divine gold.
Most of the time you never learned what happened afterward.The wars became distant stories eventually. Cities fell, kings died and life continued. Your stomach twisted violently at the next thought.ย
Not many true oracles existed. not many temples possessed enough political influence for kingdoms to consult before war. A horrible thought crawled slowly through your mind.
โWhat kingdom?โ you asked softly.
Jo frowned faintly at your expression. โWhat?โ
โYour kingdom,โ you repeated weakly. โWhat was its name?โ
Something in your face must have frightened him then. You saw it immediatelyโthe subtle shift in his eyes. Still he answered.
โLunaris.โ
The world shattered.ย
No.
No no no.
You knew that name.
Gods, you knew it.
A kingdom swallowed by invasion after a winter famine weakened their borders. You remembered the generals kneeling before Apolloโs altar years ago asking whether conquest would succeed before spring arrived.
You had told them yes. You had advised speed. Nightfall, winter, strike before reinforcements arrived from the southern provinces. You remembered it perfectly, because it had been one of your cleverest political readings. Your blood turned ice cold.
Joโs entire body went still beside you.
โโฆNo,โ he said quietly at first.
You looked at him with wide, terrified eyes. And Jo suddenly understood.
โNo,โ he repeated again, sharper now. โNo.โ
Your lips parted soundlessly. You couldnโt breathe.
โIt was you.โ He said.
A realization. The fates had to intervene somewhere. You shook your head, tears already burning painfully behind your eyes.
โI didnโt knowโโ
โThat was your temple.โ The words landed like knives.
โI didnโt know,โ you whispered again, voice breaking this time. โJo, I swear to you I didnโt knowโโ
โYou told them how to invade us.โ Anger entered his voice now, blood cold anger. You flinched visibly.
โI thoughtโโ Your breathing turned uneven. โI thought it was just another kingdom, I didnโt know there were peopleโโ
โThere are always people.โ
The sharpness of his tone cut straight through you. Silence crashed heavily through the room afterward. Jo stared at you like he didnโt recognize you anymore. And that hurt you more than the voices ever had.ย
โI was a child,โ he said quietly. The fury had become something worse nowโgrief. โMy brothers were children.โ
You covered your mouth shakily as tears finally spilled down your face. โI know.โ
โNo,โ Jo snapped suddenly, pulling away from you enough that the loss of warmth felt immediate and awful. โYou donโt.โ
The movement made pain shoot through your body again but you barely noticed it. Jo looked devastated, as though something precious had cracked apart inside him.
โAnd to think I could have loved you.โ He said before he could stop himself, โSomeone like you.โ
The room went dead silent.ย
Jo looked almost horrified by his own confession, breathing uneven now as though the admission itself had physically wounded him. His dark eyes searched your face only briefly before something cold slammed shut behind them again.
Walls, death rebuilding himself. You reached toward him despite the tears burning down your face.
โJoโโ
โDonโt.โ
His voice broke which hurt more than if he had shouted. You had never seen him look truly shaken before. He looked ruined.
Beautifully ruined.
Like death had finally discovered the grief it imparted.
Jo dragged a hand harshly through his dark hair before stepping further away from the bed entirely now, as though distance itself might save him from this. From you. The silver candlelight flickered violently across his expression. Anger, grief, love twisted into something ugly and bleeding.
You had done that.
โI didnโt know,โ you whispered again helplessly. โIf I had knownโโ
โBut you didnโt care enough to know.โ Jo laughed a broken laugh. โAn oracle speaks,โ he murmured bitterly, โand kingdoms burn.โย
Each word landed as cruel as a banditโs knife. You could barely breathe around the guilt crushing your ribs apart.
Jo stared at you for one final terrible moment then. At your tear stained cheeks, at the necklace round your throat. At the girl he had once started to love before learning she had unknowingly helped destroy his life. Something inside him seemed to fracture quietly. And when he finally spoke again, his voice sounded like winter.
โI will not hold back during the duel.โ
Your head snapped upward instantly. Joโs expression remained terrifyingly calm now.
โI mean it,โ he said softly. โDo not expect mercy from me because I once cared about you.โ
โJoโโ
โI am not above killing a goddess.โ
Jo turned sharply toward the doors, the shadows in the chamber darkening around him as though even the Underworld itself felt his fury.
You watched helplessly as he walked away, not looking back even once. The doors slammed shut behind him with a sound like a coffin sealing. The room felt unbearably empty. The silver candles still flickered softly. The blankets still smelled faintly of herbs and winter and him. Your pulse still echoed painfully in your throat.
But Jo was gone.
You stared at the closed doors for a long time without moving. As though if you looked hard enough, he might come back. As though the last hour had not happened at all. As though kingdoms had not burned because of your words.
Your hands trembled weakly against the blankets as tears slid silently down your face again. Somewhere beneath the grief and horror and heartbreak, one terrible thought kept circling endlessly inside your mind.
I could have loved you.
Whatever fragile thing had bloomed beneath silver trees and star-covered ceilings had finally withered tonight. You lowered your gaze slowly toward the necklace still resting against your throat.
Hadesโ colour.
Joโs colour.
The necklace glimmered faintly beneath the candlelight like frozen tears. And suddenly you remembered him standing beneath spring flowers in the garden, soft music spilling from elegant fingers while he called you little lamb with amusement curling quietly beneath the words.
Beautiful oracle.
Sweet little lamb.
How gently death had once spoken your name.
How easily spring had wandered toward him anyway. And perhaps that had always been the tragedy of it all.
Because lambs were born only to be led toward slaughter. And beautiful things?
Beautiful things rarely survived the winter.
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The day of the duel arrived cold.
The Underworld never truly changed temperature beneath its eternal twilight skies. But the palace itself felt colder and quieter as though the dead lingering beneath its foundations had paused to wait for what would happen tonight.
You sat alone at the edge of your bed staring at your sword. The polished silver blade rested across the dark blankets before you, gleaming faintly beneath the dim candlelight of your chambers. Persephone had commissioned it herself only days ago. Elegant and deadly, vines carved carefully into the hilt like spring wrapping itself around violence.
A goddessโ weapon.
Your weapon.
You hated it. Your fingers curled weakly against your lap as your eyes traced the blade again. You were healed now, physically at least. The bruises had faded, the tremors had stopped and the voices obeyed you now when summoned instead of ripping you apart from the inside. Persephone had looked almost proud during your final training session yesterday. But none of that mattered. Because every time you closed your eyes, you saw his face.
I could have loved you.
You swallowed hard and looked away from the sword entirely. The necklace still rested around your throat; you should have taken it off and yet you hadnโt been able to. Pathetic for a goddess. A sharp knock suddenly echoed through the room before the doors opened without waiting for permission.
โGood morning, future queen of the dead.โ
You blinked in surprise. Yuma strolled into your chambers carrying an entire tray of food balanced effortlessly in one hand. He looked wildly out of place against the quiet heaviness filling the room.
โYou look awful.โ He announced immediately.
You stared at him flatly. โHow comforting.โ
โI try my best.โ Yuma kicked the doors shut behind him before crossing the room and setting the tray down atop the nearby table. Fruits, warm bread and honey filled the platters, though your stomach twisted too hard to feel hungry.
โYou havenโt eaten, have you?โ he accused instantly.
โIโm dueling death in front of an audience of gods in an hour.โ
โYes, tragic.โ Yuma sighed dramatically. โStill not an excuse to starve yourself.โ You smiled at his words and Yuma chuckled. He glanced briefly toward the sword still laying across your bed and whatever amusement had lingered in his expression dimmed slightly.
โYouโre scared,โ he observed quietly.
You laughed weakly beneath your breath. โBrilliant observation.โ
โNo,โ Yuma said more gently now. โNot of the duel.โ Yuma leaned one shoulder casually against the table nearby, studying you carefully for a moment before speaking again. โHeโs miserable too, you know.โ Death is always miserable. Unlike spring, who chose her sadness very rarely.ย
โHe should be.โ
โThat doesnโt mean he enjoys it.โ
You looked away sharply. โDoes he really hate me?โ
โHeโs trying to.โ
You stared down at your hands quietly while distant music from the palace halls drifted faintly through the silence outside your chambers. Preparations for tonight had already begun. The Underworld waited for blood.
โHe hasnโt slept properly in days,โ Yuma admitted. โNicholas nearly killed him during training yesterday because he kept spacing out.โ
A weak laugh escaped you despite everything. โThat sounds dangerous.โ
โIt was hilarious actually.โ Another tiny smile tugged at your mouth. Yuma looked relieved after seeing it. โHe didnโt mean whatever it is he said.โ
You thought immediately of Joโs voice.
I am not above killing a goddess.
Your chest tightened painfully.
I could have loved you.
โYes he did.โ
There are very few things in this world that are always true. Death was one of themโarriving for the young and old, the kings and the peasants, mortals and divine beings.
And for spring of course.
Death always ran after spring.ย
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The arena glittered like a wound beneath the earth.
Gold and silver fire blazed from towering braziers lining the enormous circular colosseum while thousands of dark marble seats curved upward into endless shadows above. Olympus had gathered tonight, gods and their successors.ย ย
Music drifted softly through the arena at first, low strings echoing across black marble floors while silver goblets gleamed in divine hands. Above the arena an artificial night sky stretched, stars burning cold and endless overhead exactly the way Persephone liked them.
You stood at the entrance tunnel trying not to shake. Black armor wrapped carefully around your body, fitted far lighter than mortal battle armor but no less deadly. Silver vines curled across the dark metal like winter flowers while your sword rested against your hip. Persephone had chosen black for you.
โSpring grows best in darkness,โ she had said simply. You wondered if she regretted that choice now. A heraldโs voice echoed across the arena.
โPersephoneโs successor.โ
Your pulse thundered; you stepped forward and the arena exploded into noise. Gods leaned forward from their seats while silver applause echoed softly through the massive colosseum. You caught glimpses immediately as you walked toward the center platform.
Nicholas sitting beside Ares, blonde hair bright beneath firelight. Yuma perched carelessly against Hermesโ throne, watching you with visible concern. Euijoo beside Hestia, hands clasped tightly. Fuma calm and unreadable. Yudai radiant as sunlight itself beneath Apolloโs side. And high above all of them Hades and Persephone seated together upon the black throne overlooking the arena.ย
Then another voice rang out.
โHadesโ successor.โ
The atmosphere changed instantly. Cold swept through the arena. The shadows along the walls deepened as Jo emerged from the opposite entrance tunnel. And your breath caught in your throat.
He wore white armor.
Beautiful white armor edged with silver and black, gleaming beneath the flames like moonlight carved into human form. His dark hair fell carelessly across his forehead while the arena lights caught sharply against the elegant line of his jaw.
Death dressed like heaven.
The contrast between you both struck the arena immediately.
Black and white.
Spring and death.
Joโs expression remained unreadable as he crossed the arena toward you, sword already resting loosely at his side. He looked beautiful. You stopped several feet across from each other at the center of the arena floor. Silence, heavy and expectant, spread slowly outward afterward.ย
You searched his face desperately for something, anything. Anger, hatred, mercy, love. Jo finally looked fully at you then. And for one suspended heartbeat, his eyes softened when his gaze went to your throat.ย
The necklace was gone. There was nothing standing between you and him now. Something unreadable flickered across his face before the softness disappeared entirely again. His expression sharpened, beautifully cruel.ย
Winter returned.
Across the arena Persephone rose gracefully from her throne while Hades stood beside her, shadows pooling heavily around the marble beneath his feet. Persephoneโs voice echoed clear across the colosseum.
โLet the duel begin.โย
Hades raised one hand calmly. The arena bells rang. And both of you moved into a fighting position at the exact same moment.
Spring and Deathโwho would fall to their knees first?The first clash of your swords rang through the arena like a bell, sharp, violent and melodic. A collective murmur swept through the watching crowd as steel met steel. The force of the impact jolted through your arms instantly but you held firm, staring directly into Joโs eyes from barely inches away.
His white armor gleamed brilliantly against your black. Then he twisted suddenly and you barely managed to parry the next strike. The duel began moving almost immediately afterwardโnot like a battle at first but like something stranger.
A dance.
Jo circled you slowly across the marble arena floor, sword glinting lazily in one elegant hand while you matched every movement instinctively, boots scraping softly against stone. The watching gods had gone almost entirely silent now.
Steel flashed again. You ducked low this time, turning sharply before striking upward toward his side. Jo blocked effortlessly, the clash sending silver sparks scattering between you both. Gods, he was fast.
โYour footing improved,โ he observed coolly while deflecting another strike.
You glared breathlessly. โThank you.โ
โYouโre still hesitating.โ
โSo are you.โ
For the briefest second, something flickered in his expression. Then Jo attacked again. The next sequence happened so quickly it barely felt real.
Steel rang violently through the arena as you both moved faster now, swords colliding again and again in a dizzying blur beneath the roaring silver flames overhead. Your bodies moved around each other instinctively, dangerously close before separating again.
Step. Turn. Strike. Parry.
The duel truly did resemble dancing now. And you couldn't help but think back to the ball. How gentle deathโs hands were at your waist. How calming it felt to be almost loved by death.ย
Jo spun suddenly to your left and your sword caught his with a violent crack before both of you twisted apart again, breaths uneven now. Your pulse thundered painfully in your ears. The voices beneath the arena stirred. You shoved them down hard. Jo seemed to notice.ย
โYouโre controlling them better.โ He murmured.
You swallowed hard before lunging again. This time Jo grabbed your wrist mid-motion. He pulled you sharply toward him instead of away.
The arena blurred around you both. Your chest nearly collided against his armor while your swords locked between your bodies, faces barely inches apart now beneath thousands of watching eyes. You could hear his breathing; feel the warmth of him despite everything.
โJoโโย
โWatch out, little lamb.โ
And suddenly he moved. You barely reacted in time before Jo twisted sharply, breaking your balance entirely. Your sword slipped for one horrifying second and he took advantage immediately, forcing you backward across the arena floor at frightening speed.
The crowd erupted. You blocked one strike, then another and then another. Jo advanced relentlessly now, armor flashing beneath silver light while his sword drove you steadily backward through the center of the arena. No softness remained in him anymore.ย
Death finally remembering itself.
Your back hit stone, a pillar at the edge of the arena. Joโs sword slammed against the marble beside your head before sliding instantly to your throat. You froze completely beneath him. Jo stood terrifyingly close now, the blade rested lightly against the skin of your neck.
One movementโthat was all it would take for his revenge.
The sword remained pressed lightly against your throat, cold enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Around you, the arena had gone completely silent beneath the weight of the moment. Even the gods were still. Joโs chest rose unevenly beneath the armor as he stared down at you. You looked terrified.
Not of dying, but of him. Deathโs heart stuttered.ย
The shadows around the arena curled restlessly at his feet, eager, whispering like hungry things beneath the floor. Death stood victorious now. One final strike and the duel would end. His grip tightened slightly around the sword hilt.
A memory surfaced violently through the rage.
Warm sunlight.
A garden from another lifetime.
His mother kneeling beside him when he had still been small enough to fit beneath her arm. Flowers scattered across her lap while she gently guided his tiny hands around a crushed blossom.
โStrength without mercy,โ she had told him softly, โbecomes cruelty.โ He remembered laughing then, young and careless, while she tucked the flower behind his ear despite his complaints.
โYou must never let grief turn you monstrous, Jo.โ
The memory vanished, only for another to strike immediately afterward.ย
Silver lights drifting through the Underworld garden. You sitting beside him beneath flowering branches while weaving together a crown from pale blooms with furrowed concentration. Jo remembered scoffing quietly.
โFlowers suit spring, not death.โ
You had looked up at him then, smiling softly.
โNo,โ you murmured while carefully placing the finished flower crown atop his dark hair, โI think death looks much prettier adorned in flowers.โ
Your fingers brushing his temple gently, your laughter afterward.
Beautiful oracle.
Sweet little lamb.
My spring.
Jo hesitated, only half a second, but half a second was enough. Your eyes sharpened instantly and you kicked him hard backward.
Jo stumbled away as you twisted sharply out from beneath the sword. The arena erupted immediately into noise again while you lunged forward before he could properly recover. Steel clashed violently. Jo blocked your first strike but the second nearly caught his shoulder before he spun aside. The momentum shifted instantly now, both of you moving quickly across the arena floor again beneath roaring voices from the crowd.
Your breathing came hard and so did his. And you saw little drops of something in his angelic eyes.ย
Mercy? Forgiveness?
Love?
And Jo realized with a horrifying clarity, he still could not bring himself to kill you.
At some point the elegant rhythm of the duel disappeared beneath sheer exhaustion, both of you moving now on instinct alone beneath the blazing silver fires of the arena. Steel kept crashing violently through the colosseum while gods leaned forward from their thrones watching spring and death tear themselves apart.
Jo blocked another strike barely in time before stumbling backward again across the marble floor. White armor now bore deep scratches across the chest and shoulders while strands of dark hair clung damply against his forehead.
You probably looked no betterโblack armor cracked at one shoulder, breathing ragged, hands shaking around your sword. Still neither of you stopped.
The voices beneath the arena screamed around you now, swelling louder with every drop of blood and fury soaking into the marble. Death magic curled wildly through the air while flowers had begun blooming strangely from fractures in the arena floor beneath your feet.
Spring answering violence.
Steel rang again. Joโs sword nearly slipped from his grasp this time. You froze for half a heartbeat noticing it. You realised how truly exhausted he was. Jo saw the realization cross your face and laughed softly beneath his breath.
Broken.
Beautiful.
Death lowered his sword.
The arena went still immediately. Your pulse thundered painfully as Jo took one unsteady step backward before finally dropping heavily to one knee before you. Gasps echoed throughout the crowd.
โJoโโ
He ignored you. His breathing came uneven now while silver firelight flickered sharply across his pale face. Jo tilted his head upward toward you. Exposing his throat to your blade.
Offering it.
Death kneeling before spring.
Joโs dark eyes found yours again. No hatred remained there anymore. Only grief.
Love.
โYou win.โ He said softly. Your sword trembled violently in your hand, โYou win, beloved spring.โย
โNo.โ
Joโs gaze sharpened faintly. โDo it.โ
โJo no Iโโ
โDarling, please.โ
โI said no!โ
The words cracked out of you harder this time. You stared at him kneeling there before you beneath thousands of watching eyes and suddenly all you could see was the boy beneath the crown of flowers. The man who brewed medicine for you when you were hurting. The angel in hell who played music beneath silver trees.
Death.
Your death.
Your sword clattered loudly against the marble floor. A collective gasp swept through the arena. Then you moved.
Before Jo could react properly, you dropped to your knees in front of him and grabbed him hard against you instead. Jo inhaled sharply in genuine shock as you collapsed forward, exhausted beyond reason now, your forehead pressing desperately against his shoulder.
โI canโt,โ you whispered brokenly.
His arms wrapped around you, the force of it nearly destroying him. And then the last of Joโs strength gave out too. He collapsed backward heavily onto the arena floor with you still clinging to him, both of you breathing hard beneath the endless silver lights overhead. The crowd watched in complete silence.
Black armor tangled with white.
Spring curled against death.
Joโs trembling hand slowly rose toward the back of your head, cradling you there against his chest as though shielding you from the entire world. And somewhere above the arena Persephone smiled, then gracefully she rose from her throne.
โThe duel,โ the Queen of the Underworld declared warmly into the stunned silence, โis a tie.โ
The arena roared around you. Gods speaking over one another, silver goblets lifting, music beginning again somewhere far above the colosseum. But it all sounded distant and muted.
The entire world had drifted far away from where you lay tangled together upon the marble floor.ย
Joโs hand remained at the back of your head, fingers threaded weakly through your hair while both of you struggled simply to breathe again. His chest rose unevenly beneath your cheek. You tilted your head upward slowly then. Jo looked down at you at the exact same moment. You smiledโsmall, exhausted and terribly soft.ย
โWhat do we do now?โ you whispered.
For the first time in what felt like centuries, Jo laughed, an achingly human sound.ย
โI have no idea.โ
He leaned forward until his forehead rested against yours. The silver firelight danced softly across his lashes. Around you, the Underworld celebrated. Above you, stars burned quietly against the endless dark. And there in the center of the arena, Spring and Death rested together at last.
Perhaps Persephone had been right all along.
Fate could place two souls upon the same path.
But love?
Love was the choice to remain when the story became difficult.
To stay after grief.
To stay after the truth.
To stay even after the winter.
And as Jo closed his eyes beside yours beneath the roaring heavens of the Underworld, you realized something beautiful.
Spring had never feared death.
It had only wanted something gentle enough to bloom beside.
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A great many things had happened after the duel. For one, the entire Underworld apparently lost its mind.
Yuma had burst dramatically into your chambers the very next morning and declared, โI knew it. I knew you idiots were in love.โ Nicholas had demanded to know who technically won the duel while Euijoo calmly informed him that love itself had probably won instead, which earned him a thrown goblet from Nicholas. Fuma merely looked unbearably smug every time either you or Jo entered a room together.
The Queen of the Underworld had smiled at you over breakfast three days ago and said, โYou know, Hades also threatened to kill me once.โ Apparently that was supposed to be comforting.
Jo had become quieter afterward, softer in ways that surprised both of you. You had talked eventually, really talked. About the kingdom, about the war and about grief.
One night beneath silver lanterns in the garden, you had confessed everything you could remember about the prophecy given to the invaders years ago. How young you had been. How manipulated information often reached oracles incomplete. How guilt had eaten through you your entire life even before knowing what it had cost him. Jo had listened silently through all of it. Then finally he had admitted something too.
โI hated you for exactly one night,โ he confessed quietly beneath the willow branches. โAnd then I hated myself more because I still loved you anyway.โ
That had nearly broken your heart. And somewhere between music drifting through silver trees and conversations stretching long past midnight, the anger had slowly stopped feeling larger than the love. Eventually, hesitantly, sitting shoulder to shoulder beneath the stars, you had looked at him and whispered.
โMaybe I want to try loving you properly.โ
Jo had stared at you for a very long time after that. Then laughed softly beneath his breath like someone overwhelmed by relief.
โI think,โ he murmured carefully, โI want to try too.โ
And nowโalmost three weeks after the duelโyou lay beside him beneath Hadesโ willow tree.
The garden glowed softly around you beneath drifting silver lights while music from some distant palace hall floated faintly through the air. Spring flowers curled lazily through the grass near your hands and the long willow branches swayed overhead like silk brushing against the stars. Neither of you had spoken in several minutes.
Jo lay beside you with his eyes closed, one arm folded behind his head while the other rested close enough that your fingers brushed occasionally against his.
Comfortable silenceโthe kind that only existed between people who had finally stopped running from one another. You turned your head slightly toward him.
He looked beautiful like thisโneither Hadesโ successor nor Death. Just Jo.
Your Jo.
โI love you.โ
The words slipped out so naturally it startled you. Silence followed for one second. Then Joโs fingers found yours completely, threading carefully through them. When he answered, his voice sounded softer than spring rain.
โI love you too.โ
A soft, helpless smile curved your lips. You kept your eyes closed, savoring the warmth of his hand in yours, the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine.ย
Then, a playful impulse stirred. You focused on the quiet, living magic Persephoneโs gift had woven into your soulโthe connection to growing things.
On the grass between you, a single, tiny blossom pushed through the soil. It was no grand flower, just a simple, star-shaped bloom of pale blue, the color of a twilight sky remembered. You plucked it gently.
Turning your head, you saw Joโs eyes were still closed, a look of profound peace on his sharp, beautiful features. With a touch as light as a thought, you tucked the tiny blossom behind his ear, its stem nestling against the dark silk of his hair. His lips twitched. He didnโt open his eyes, but his free handโthe one not holding yoursโcame up.ย
A matching blossom, this one a soft, luminous white, sprouted instantly from the grass by his fingertips. He plucked it and reached over to tuck it behind your own ear. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the line of your jaw. How sweet it was, for Death to have learnt the beauty of life.
โShow-off,โ you murmured, your smile widening. His eyes gleamed behind his glasses with a warm, tender light that was yours alone.
โYou started it,โ he said, his voice a low rumble.
You laughed, the sound bright and clear in the quiet garden. Seized by a sudden, joyful mischief, you wriggled your fingers against the side of his ribcage where you knew he was ticklish. He jolted, a surprised gasp escaping him.ย
โHeyโ!โ he protested, but it was already too late. The dignified successor to Hades, the feared and elegant presence of the Underworld, dissolved into a squirming, laughing mess as you attacked his most vulnerable spots with gleeful determination.
โTruce! Truce!โ he managed between breaths, trying to catch your wrists.
โNever!โ you declared, rolling onto your knees to gain better leverage, โIs my Hades such a coward?โย
What followed was a playful, graceless tangle of limbs and laughter. The willow branches swayed above you, bearing witness to the undignified scuffle. You pushed against his shoulder; he hooked a foot around your ankle. You both tumbled sideways into the soft, flower-strewn grass in a heap of dark fabric and whispered curses and giggles.
Through sheer persistence and a slightly underhanded tickle to your side, Jo managed to flip you onto your back.
He braced his hands on either side of your head, looming over you, his hair disheveled and the little blue blossom still clinging gamely behind his ear. He was breathing heavily, but his eyes were sparkling with pure, unguarded delight.
โYield?โ he asked, his voice husky with laughter.
You looked up at himโyour beautiful, sharp, complicated Jo, here in this garden, with flowers in his hair and love in his eyes. You reached up and gently straightened his glasses, which had slipped down his nose.
โNever,โ you whispered again. He lowered his head, his forehead resting against yours.ย
โGood,โ he murmured, and his lips found yours, beneath the weeping willow where death and spring had learned to dance.
The kiss began as a soft, lingering promise, a gentle seal upon the word โnever.โย
His lips were warm, tasting of night air and the faint sweetness of the blossom behind his ear. You sighed into it, your hands coming up to cradle his face, your thumbs brushing the sharp line of his jaw.
Joโs hands slid from the grass to frame your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. The laughter still echoed in the way he breathed, in the slight shake of his shoulders as he leaned into you, but it transformed into something elseโa low, hungry sound that vibrated against your mouth.
You opened for him, and he took the invitation without hesitation. The kiss turned deep, searching, a conversation without words. The playful energy of the tickle-fight still coursed through you, translating now into the press of your body against his, the arch of your back as you sought more of him, the bite of your nails into the fabric of his shirt.
Jo groaned, a rough, beautiful sound that was all yours, and his glasses began to fog from the heat of your shared breath. He didnโt pull away. Instead, he kissed you harder, his tongue sweeping against yours, claiming the gasp you let out.
Finally, with a frustrated, tender grunt, he broke the kiss for just a second. He pulled the glasses off with one hand, tossing them carelessly aside into the soft grass where they glinted like fallen stars. His eyes, now unobstructed, were dark pools of pure want, the silver light of the garden catching in the depths.
โYouโre beautiful.โ He breathed, โMy spring.โJo kissed you like he was trying to drink the very soul from you, one hand moving to the back of your head to hold you steady, the other roaming down your side, over the curve of your hip.
You met him with equal fervor, pulling him down onto you fully, the weight of him a delicious anchor in this floating garden.
The world narrowed to the scent of himโclean linen and dark earthโand the feel of his lips, his teeth, his tongue. To the sound of your ragged breaths mingling and the distant, forgotten music that seemed to beat in time with your hearts.
Joโs mouth never left yours as his fingers found the thin straps of your dress, sliding them down your shoulders with a reverence that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. The fabric pooled at your waist, and he broke the kiss only to look at youโto trace the path of moonlight over your collarbones, the swell of your breasts half-exposed in the garden's silver glow.
"You're trembling, darling," Jo murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to come from the earth itself.ย
His thumb traced your lower lip, then followed the line of your jaw, down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
You could only shake your head, reaching for the buttons of his shirt with fingers that weren't quite steady. The first button gave way, then the second, revealing his chest, the dip of his collarbones you wanted to taste. But when your hands moved to the third, he caught your wristsโgently, but with that implacable strength that reminded you exactly who he was.
"Not yet, my heart," Jo breathed, and the endearment wrapped around you like silk. "I want to feel you first."
He eased you back onto the grass, the blades soft and cool against your bare shoulders. The atmosphereโs perfume enveloped you both as he followed you down, his body a warm shield between you and the vast dark sky. His hand traveled down your side, over the curve of your waist, gripping your hip with a possessiveness that made you gasp.
Your belovedโs mouth found your neck, kissing, sucking, tasting the salt-sweet skin where your pulse hammered. You arched into him, your fingers burying themselves in his dark hair, holding him there as he worked his way lower.ย
Jo pushed the white fabric down further, exposing your breasts to the night air, and his mouth closed over one nipple with a groan that seemed to resonate through the very ground beneath you.
"Sweet girl.โ He said against your skin, the words a hot whisper. "You taste like flowers, darling.โย
Your hands clenched in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle nips and soothing laps of his tongue, driving you to the edge of coherence. But his hand was already moving lower, pushing the bunched-up dress further down your thighs, past your hips, until you were left in nothing but your panties. He lifted his head, and the look in his dark eyes made you forget to breathe.
"Let me see you, darling."
His words left his mouth like a prayer. Who were you to deny him?ย
You lifted your hips, and Jo pulled the dress away completely, tossing it aside to join his glasses in the grass. Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs with excruciating slowness, his eyes never leaving your body.ย
When you were bare beneath him, exposed to the night and to his gaze, he made a soundโlow and reverent, as if he were witnessing something sacred.
โBeautiful," he breathed. "My spring, lying open for me like this."
His hand settled on your inner thigh, warm and heavy, and he spread you gently. The grass tickled your skin, the cool air kissed your heat, and Joโincarnation of death, lord of endingsโlooked at you like you were the only beginning that mattered.
His fingers traced your folds with exquisite lightness, barely there, teasing, learning. You whimpered, your hips canting toward him instinctively, and his lips curved into a smile that held both tenderness and dark promise.
"So eager, my love. But I want to take my time with you."
Jo pressed a single finger into you, slow and deliberate, and your breath caught in your throat. He watched your face, his eyes never leaving yours, as he worked his finger deeper, curling it just so, finding the spot that made your vision blur. A second finger joined the first, stretching you gently, and the sound you made was half-moan, half-sob.
"That's it, sweet girl," he murmured, his thumb finding your clit in lazy circles. "Let me feel you. Let me hear you."
The garden seemed to hold its breath around you. The flowers leaned in, the stars watched, and the distant music faded to nothing as Jo's fingers moved inside you with a rhythm that spoke of centuries of existence had taught him.ย
Jo knew your body as if he had always known itโas if in every life, in every season, he had been waiting to touch you just like this. When he withdrew his fingers, you gasped at the emptiness. But he was already shifting, lowering himself, his breath warm against your inner thigh.
"I need to taste you," he said, and it sounded like a confession. "I need to drink you down, darling. Let me."
Deathโs mouth found you, and Spring shattered.
Blossomed.ย
Jo ate you like a starving manโlike someone who had walked through eternity without sustenance and had finally found the only thing that could fill him.ย
His tongue was deft, knowing, sliding through your slick folds with purpose. He circled your clit, then flattened his tongue against it, then sucked gently, and your hips bucked against his mouth.
"Joโ" His name broke from your lips, a desperate, prayerful sound. He hummed against you in answer, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core.
His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open, holding you steady as he devoured you. He alternated between long, languid strokes of his tongue and quick, focused flicks that made you see stars behind your closed eyelids.
The grass beneath you was soft and cool, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and sex, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his mouth, the weight of his devotion.
"Pleaseโฆโ you gasped, not knowing what you were asking for more or for release or for him to never stop.
Jo responded by pressing two fingers back into you, curling them in a come-hither motion as his tongue lashed your clit, and the double assault pushed you over the edge. You came with a cry that echoed through the garden, your body arching off the ground, your fingers twisted in his hair so tightly it must have hurt.
But Jo didnโt pull away. He rode you through it, gentling his tongue to soft, soothing laps as you trembled and shuddered beneath him, drinking every last drop of your release like it was the nectar that kept the world turning.
When you finally collapsed, boneless and breathless, he lifted his head. His lips were slick, his chin glistening, and his dark eyes held a satisfaction that was ancient and primal and utterly, devastatingly tender.
"You taste like forever, darling," he said, crawling up your body to hover over you. "Like the first morning of spring."
He kissed you then, slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. And when he pulled back, there was a question in his eyesโpatience, wanting, all the time in the world. Death stopped all time for his beloved anyway.
"Now, my love.โ Jo whispered against your lips. "Now I'm ready for you."
Jo settled over you, the weight of him pressing you deeper into the grass, and you felt the hard length of him against your thighโevidence of how much he had wanted this, wanted you. Death had all the time in the world, and he chose to spend every second of it on you.
Joโs lips found yours again, soft and languid, tasting of you and of the night. One hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone with devastating tenderness.
When your beloved finally broke the kiss, he looked down at you and the emotion in his dark eyes made your chest ache.
"Are you ready for me, my heart?" he asked, his voice rough with want but gentle as a prayer.
You nodded, unable to speak, and your legs parted for him in silent invitation. He guided himself to your entrance, the tip pressing against you with a pressure that made you gasp.ย
Then he pushed insideโslow, so slowโfilling you inch by inch until you were completely full of him, until there was no space between your bodies, no distance between your souls.
For a moment, he stilled, letting you adjust. His forehead dropped to yours, his breath warm and uneven against your lips.
Fuck you felt him home to Jo, the place heโd been searching for across every damn lifetime. The place where pomegranates grew wild and unchecked, every seed a potent poison of love that felt like nectar to you. For what is death by intoxication when it was your lover youโd meet at the end anyways?ย
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and your legs locked around his hips. It was as if your bodies were made to fit together like this, two halves of a whole finally reunited.
Jo began to move, each thrust a slow, rolling wave, a push and pull that seemed to echo the turning of the seasons. He slid out until only the tip remained, then pressed back in with exquisite care, filling you completely, touching places inside you that felt like they had been waiting for him since the beginning of time.
His hand found yours in the grass, his fingers intertwining with yours, squeezing gently. You turned your head to look at your joined handsโhis fingers long and elegant, holding yours like you were something precious.
"I love you," he said, the words falling from his lips like petals. "I love you, my darling.โJo loved you in ways he didnโt know he could love. He loved you like the dead loved the warmth of the sun.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you squeezed his hand back, your voice breaking as you answered, "I love you too, Jo. I love you. I love you."
He kissed you then as he continued to move inside you. Slow, deep, each thrust a declaration, each withdrawal a promise to return. The rhythm built gradually, like a tide coming in, and you rose to meet him, your hips lifting, your body singing in harmony with his.
"God, you feelโ" He couldn't finish the sentence, burying his face in your neck instead, his breath hot against your skin as he groaned your name.
Your free hand slid into his hair, cradling the back of his head, holding him close. The grass beneath you was soft, the sky above was infinite, and between them was thisโwas Jo, was you, was the impossible, beautiful truth of a god of endings and a goddess of beginnings, making something new together.
His pace quickened, just slightly, and you felt the tension coiling in your belly, the heat building with each slow stroke. He was watching you againโthose dark eyes fixed on your face, drinking in every expression, every gasp, every flutter of your lashes.
"Cum for me, darling," Jo whispered, his voice a command wrapped in a caress. "Let me feel you come undone around me."
His hand tightened on yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand, and his hips pressed deeper, grinding against you in a way that sent sparks cascading through your veins. You shatteredโslowly this time, like dawn breaking over a quiet horizon, your release washing through you in waves that made your entire body tremble.
Jo followed moments later, his own release pulsing inside you, his body shuddering above you as he buried his face in your hair and moaned your name like it was sacred. He collapsed against you, not crushing you, but covering you, protecting you, his heart hammering against your chest in a rhythm that matched your own.ย
For a long moment, there was only breathing. Only the scent of crushed grass and asphodel. Only the warmth of his body and the steady thrum of his pulse. He lifted his head, and his eyesโsoft now, tired and sated and full of wonderโmet yours. He brought your joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.
"My heart," he murmured against your skin. "My sweet, beautiful heart."
You smiled, tugging him down for another kissโsoft and lazy and full of promise.
"Yours," you whispered. "Always yours."
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The coronation of gods began beneath a sky that did not belong to earth.
The grand hall of the Underworld had been transformed entirely for the ceremony. Endless black marble pillars stretched toward a ceiling painted with constellations that shifted slowly like living stars while silver fire burned from enormous braziers lining the throne room. Flowers climbed through cracks in dark stoneโwhite lilies, narcissus, asphodel, roses blooming beside obsidian.
The entire divine court had gathered. Old gods seated high upon ancient thrones. Successors standing below them dressed in ceremonial silks and armor, waiting for the moment mortal names would finally become divine ones.
You stood near the end of the line beside Jo. His hand brushed yours once, enough to steady your heartbeat. Across the throne room, Persephone smiled knowingly at the sight.
The ceremony began with Apollo.
Golden light flooded the hall as Yudai stepped forward gracefully beneath the gaze of the radiant god himself. Apollo removed the laurel crown from his own head before placing it carefully upon Yudaiโs dark hair. The entire hall brightened instantly as sunlight bloomed through the ceiling stars.
And when Yudai opened his eyes again, they shimmered gold. Apollo smiled proudly.
โMy light,โ the god declared softly. The court erupted into applause.
Then came Aphrodite.
Fuma walked forward clothed in pale rose silks while beauty itself seemed to ripple through the air around him. Aphrodite kissed both his cheeks lovingly before draping jeweled chains across his shoulders like strands of starlight. The room sighed collectively.
Even Nicholas looked briefly enchanted. โDisgusting,โ he muttered afterward. Ares laughed loudly from his throne.
โCome here, boy.โ
Nicholas strode forward next dressed in crimson armor polished bright as blood. Ares placed a heavy war-forged crown atop his blonde head before gripping his shoulder proudly.
โTry not to start wars immediately,โ Ares advised.
Nicholas grinned. โNo promises.โ
Hestia crowned Euijoo gently afterward beside a great sacred fire burning in the center of the hall. Warmth spread instantly throughout the throne room the moment the crown touched his head. Home, that was what Euijoo felt like.
Hermes nearly tackled Yuma into his embrace before crowning him.
โFinally,โ Hermes sighed dramatically. โSomeone interesting around here.โ
Yuma looked delighted. โYouโre lucky Iโm your favorite.โ
โYouโre my only successor.โ
โStill counts.โ Laughter echoed warmly throughout the hall.
Artemis crowned Harua beneath silver moonlight spilling suddenly through the celestial ceiling. Quiet and elegant, he bowed deeply before her while moonflowers bloomed silently across the marble floor beneath his feet.
Dionysus practically danced while crowning Taki. Wine spilled. Someone screamed. Music grew louder somehow. Taki looked thrilled.
And Maki arrived at Hephaestusโ side already carrying tools.
โYou brought those to your coronation?โ Yuma whispered in disbelief.
โThey help me think.โ Hephaestus looked genuinely emotional, placing the forged iron crown upon Makiโs head.
โDonโt dismantle Olympus,โ the god warned.
Maki considered it seriously. โNo guarantees.โ
Then the throne room darkened. Cold swept softly through the hall. And Hades finally rose. Every voice quieted instantly.ย
Jo stepped forward beside you. Dressed entirely in black and silver once more, though softer tonight somehow beneath the silver firelight. He looked toward Hades calmly while the King of the Dead descended the throne steps slowly to meet him.
The hall itself seemed to bow as Hades removed the obsidian crown from his own head, then placed it carefully atop Joโs dark hair. The shadows beneath the throne room stirred instantly.
Death answered its king.
But when Jo lifted his eyes, they found yours. Only yours.ย
Your pulse stumbled violently as Persephone extended one graceful hand toward you from across the throne room.
โCome here, my darling.โ
You walked forward slowly. The hall disappeared around you. Only Persephone remained, beautiful, ancient and kind. She reached up carefully and removed the flowered crown from her own head before placing it gently upon yours.
The second it touched you, the world bloomed.
Flowers exploded across the throne room floor in wild impossible color. Vines curled up marble pillars instantly while white roses burst from black stone and golden narcissus scattered across the air like rain. The scent of spring flooded the Underworld so suddenly that even the dead seemed to sigh. Gasps echoed throughout the hall.
And somewhere beside the throne,ย Jo smiled, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing ever created beneath heaven or hell.
Persephone touched your cheek softly. โSpring has arrived.โ She said warmly.ย ย
Crowned beneath flowers and stars and the endless watching heavens of the Underworld, you finally became a goddess.
There had once been a story told across Greece about a girl and a god.
About spring stolen beneath the earth, about death falling hopelessly in love with something living.
Mortals simplified the tale over centuries into something easier to understand. A kidnapping, a bargain, a kingdom divided between light and dark.
But they always lingered most upon the pomegranate.
Six jeweled seeds.
A choice mistaken for a curse, an act that bound spring forever to death. The old poets often forgot one important thing though.
Persephone had stayed.
And nowโcenturies later beneath silver fires and star-lit marbleโhistory stood before the Underworld once again.
You and Jo remained side by side near the center of the throne hall while music drifted softly through the celebration around you. Gods laughed. Goblets clinked together. Flowers curled wildly across the dark marble floors beneath your feet.
But all you noticed was him.
Jo turned slightly toward you then, obsidian crown gleaming darkly against his hair while silver shadows curled lazily around his shoulders. His gaze softened immediately upon meeting yours.
Still an angel.
Still yours.ย
You glanced down absentmindedly toward the silver table nearest the throne and smiled faintly when you noticed it. Pomegranates, bright crimson against black marble.
You looked back at him then.
At the boy who once believed grief had hollowed him beyond love. At the future god who carried death in one hand and gentleness in the other. At Jo.
Your Jo.
And suddenly you understood the old story differently.
Perhaps spring had never softened death, perhaps death had simply learned how to hold something delicate without destroying it.
The music swelled softly around the throne hall while flowers climbed endlessly through stone and silver stars burned above the gathered gods.
Spring beside death.
Black tangled lovingly with white.
And somewhere beyond mortal kingdoms and wars and prophecies, beyond grief and crowns and fate itself, love endured quietly anyway.
Because in the end, kingdoms fell, mortals vanished and even gods changed names over centuries.
But still the flowers returned after winter.
Still the dead waited patiently beneath the earth.
And still, somewhere between spring and death,
Love remained.
fin.
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synopsis | your vampire boyfriend gets carried away when you ask him to drink from you.
details | vampire!jo x female!reader, mean dom jo, vampire au basics, blood + blood play, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, corruption kink, slight size kink (jo's just giant), tongue sucking, choking, neck sucking, marking, fingering, cursing, little degradation, dubcon elements, power imbalance, mention of starvation, lowercase intended
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from the author | quick little drabble to kick off eu1joo nation's pride month celebration! 1/3 wishes granted for @yuuniversezx
jo had long known what it meant to be afraid.
he'd spent centuries dodging physical connections and even longer dodging emotional ones, petrified by the possibility of his hard-earned immortality being ripped from him because of a pesky urge. jo had taken lovers, sure, but he let them get no closer than a doctor might have. he guessed, at least, having no need for mortal medicine on his undead body. he kept his kisses lip-only and eyes wide, his love-making removed and insincere. for hundreds of years, jo had satiated his urges- nothing more, nothing less.
until he met you.
you had been perusing the classics section in the library, well past the hour the building closed to the public. jo had known this because he, too, was there after hours; one perk of transforming into a small, winged mammal and being impossible to capture on camera was being free to do whatever the hell he wanted. you were leaned, timidly, against the worn, wooden shelf, thumbing through a loved copy of none other than bram stoker's dracula. jo had rolled his eyes, and he mirrored your position, smoothly, against the shelf across from you.
"the count's warning came into my mind," jo had quoted, his deep voice carrying beyond the aisle, startling you with a jump, "but i took pleasure in disobeying it." he bit back a smirk at the way you clutched at your heart and nodded at the aged novel in your hands, "chapter three."
you took three deep breaths, assessing him like a threat with your body pressed as far from him as possible. your eyes scanned his tall, looming figure, unsure, and then your brows furrowed, sure, "...okay?"
"you're kind of like harker right now is all," jo proceeded, "you know, breaking the rules."
"i dont break rules," you had bit back, defensive, "i work here- you're breaking the rules."
and he had been breaking way more than you had known, letting his heart chip open the longer he stared into your eyes under the soft glow of the moonlight. it filtered through the library's tall, dirty cathedral windows and cast shadows seemingly everywhere but on you and entirely on him. he was breaking and entering, yes, but he was also ready to betray 200 years of discipline over a single coincidence. over the way the cogs in the universe's cruel machine had to move to keep you occupied after your shift with a copy of jo's least favorite book ever written. it had to have been a sign.
"chapter 2," jo had pushed his luck with you, "enter freely and of your own free will."
he had waited for you to grab him by his arm and escort him from the premises. he had waited for you to laugh in his face, tell him to fuck off.
you had merely chewed at the inside of your supple, flushed cheek, turning dracula in your hands, "is it any good?"
jo was quick to answer and even quicker to fall, shaking his head earnestly, even in the shadows, "its terrible."
the following months were eclipsed by you, you, you. jo had refused himself obsession for so long, he hadn't known how to pace himself. he had to know every inch of you, every facet of your personality and thread of your clothing. he counted the ridges in your teeth, counted your hair as you drifted off in his lap. and his obsession only grew when you'd approached him with a question- not the one he had known deep down was inevitable but something that made his shriveled, cold heart throb with a phantom pulse. you'd asked, "can you, like, go in the sunlight?"
"sorry?"
"well, i finished dracula," you swung your hand in his between you as you walked, pondside, through your local park, "and you don't eat when we go out, your hands are freezing, and we only ever go on dates after sunset."
jo's mind flipped through the ten lives' worth of memories, of fears. he saw pitchforks, doused in fuel and blazing in the streets. he saw crosses haphazardly built in front yards, painted on doorways. but then he saw you; jo looked into your eyes, innocent and young like the first dew before second winter, and knew.
you were his for as long as you'd let him have you.
but he had a test to run first, just to make sure. he asked, "what did you think?"
"of dracula?" you looked up at him with a knowing smile on your lips. casually, you turned your attention back to your walk, and then you squeezed his hand. "it was terrible."
and because jo had spent several lifetimes denying himself love, he had subsequently denied himself the damning vice of pleasure. pleasure made kings into fools, made even the devil weak to temptation. jo knew this to be true because of you. because every time you walked past him, his head tilted in your direction to hold your scent in his nose just a little longer. the undead experienced pleasure in slightly different ways than the living, in a heightened, primal ritual. as he began to allow you to pry into his life and dismantle the laws he had set for himself in his mind, jo grew more and more concerned about how you would react to his... needs. to how he would need to satiate them.
he was a bloodsucker above all; he knew you knew that. you would eat the first half of your shared meals alone while jo lurked in alleyways like a villain. jo had forbade you from his personal library, getting ahead of the papercut dilemma that all modern vampire romance media abused. plus, he had hated the idea of having to throw out a treasured novel because the smell of your blood on it would associate the title with his desire to feed. or fuck. at first, you were visibly uncomfortable with the knowledge of what he had to do, but jo would have been highly concerned if you had abandoned all of your morals at once the moment you learned what he was. it would take time.
at least, he thought it would.
he let himself kiss you one night. really kiss you, deeply and gently. it was experimental, and you were safe, your lips soft on his like a quiet flicker of a distant candle. the heat was different, though, rising in his chest after centuries of pinching the wick in his stomach with two cold fingers. your body was pliant under him in a way he refused to acknowledge for fear of losing himself. his hands were so big against your face, settling on your thighs. his broad shoulders caged you beneath him as you worked, slowly, at his mouth, coaxing him open despite his warnings. you suckled at his lips, pulling at his hair until he groaned into your mouth. his first mistake was letting you slip your tongue between his teeth. his second mistake was letting himself get so lost in the feeling of you slotting your knee between his thighs that his teeth unsheathed, as if they had minds of their own. and once he noticed what had happened, he made his third mistake: he didnt pull away.
instead, jo let you skirt your tongue under the sharp edge of his fang. and when you gasped under him, he still didnt pull away. he rolled his hips harder over your knee, eyes fluttering blissfully as he sucked your tongue deeper into his mouth and drank every gorgeous drop of blood beading on the tip of it. he sucked the muscle, even as you squirmed beneath him, pushing his heavy shoulders to no avail.
he had drank from you like he was a fledgling, like he knew no restraint. like he hadnt rehearsed control every single day for this exact reason. jo released your mouth as soon as he knew what was happening, but it was too late. you scrambled out from under him as he buried his face in his hands, apologizing as sincerely as he could while drunk on the taste of you. but it was no use; you had already left.
you'd left him to stir, to reflect on his actions. jo did a lot of reflecting over the three days you ignored him, mainly about how insanely he craved you. strangers on the street were stale bread and starch. it really was quality over quantity with him, as the blood of fifteen nobodies failed to quench the onslaught of thirst a few droplets of yours induced. he reflected on the heat of your body against his cold skin. he reflected on how he might convince you to let him do it again, one final time. how long could you refuse him?
when he saw you again, you were sitting stoic beside him on the couch where it all happened. jo could smell the wound on your tongue as you spoke, and he felt that part of him that didnt want to stop tingle like a numb limb.
"you scared me, jo," you muttered, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers, "i told you i didnt want to do any of that. the... blood stuff."
jo knew then that there was a definite line down the center of his relationship with you: before and after. there had been before, when he was perfectly content stroking your hair and cooking you human food and listening through the walls as you pleasured yourself because he couldnt trust that he wouldnt sink his teeth into you. and, now, there was after. after tasting you, after knowing how your arousal made your blood thicken, how the few drops from your tongue had made him harder than he'd been even as a mortal, dazed by the passing touch of a lady, seduced by women on street corners.
jo had his taste of you, and he wanted more.
"it didnt feel good?" he asked. if only you could have felt it from his end, how his whole body came alive at the first taste.
"no," you deadpanned, quickly, and shook your head once, a definitive swivel on your neck, "it hurt. it stung."
jo had two options: he could apologize and live the rest of his life insatiable, or he could let the part of his conscience that, after all this time, still clung to humanity take a backseat. way, way in the back. jo shifted in his place, turning his body to face you, to overshadow you. he let his fingers trace your cheek, your jaw, and fall to the ends of your hair. he twisted the strand until the wispy tips were tickling your ear and side of your throat. you shuddered, and jo knew he needed the next thing to touch your throat to be his teeth.
"it can feel good, though," he whispered, hearing your heart beat a little faster in your chest, "there are ways to make it feel really good."
jo leaned forward, his breath ghosting your ear as his fingers trailed down the length of your neck, hovering over your pulse point. he continued, "right here."
"you're lying," you shifted, barely an inch away from him, and gulped, shaking your head again, shaking away the bad ideas, "a cut on my tongue hurt like hell. i cant imagine one on my neck."
"pleasure, darling," jo tipped your chin toward him, forcing your eyes on his, forcing the ideas to stay in your head. he wanted them to steep like potent tea. "pleasure is just pain in the right places. combinations of sensations, balanced rough and gentle touches. they are one oscillating, tantalizing concept."
your eyelids fell, lashes sweeping over the tops of your cheeks. the weight of your head in his hand was nothing compared to how heavy his cock felt in his pants, straining at the sheer mention of your neck. and his descriptions of pleasure did nothing to dull his heightened senses; it was as though he could feel everything he described to you all over again, remembering the swinging pendulum of mortal pleasure. he wasn't lying to you about it feeling good. jo remembered how it felt for him, veins throbbing as his whole body seemed to ache for the same invasion. he remembered the euphoric trembling under the weight of his own fanged lover. even as a distant memory, his body buzzed.
"kind of like choking?" you asked. jo knew you weren't naive, but the innocence you were wearing made his mouth water. "hurts on its own, but..."
"yeah," jo's hand slipped around the back of your neck, his thumb sliding softly over the prominent vein. his breath trembled, "yeah, exactly like choking."
"okay," you whispered. and then you looked at him, the expression on your face unreadable. jo had seen millions of faces, hundreds of thousands of emotions, but he had never seen someone portray one like yours. it wasn't depleted or disappointed; it was more expectant, patient. you looked as though you were waiting for him to do something.
"...okay?"
"i want to try it," you admitted, leaning closer to him, closing the gap you'd created moments before. you slid your palm up his thigh, holding his hungry gaze as you inched closer to where you thought he would want you most. "i was scared, yes, but i also couldnt stop thinking about it."
but where he really wanted you, and now fought back a groan at the prospect of finally having you, was his on his tongue. he wanted the salt of your sex soaked skin to burn his lips. jo wanted to stain his teeth with the fibers of your being, drink your sacred wine. but for the time being, he settled for crawling over you, resting your head on the plush cushion of the couch. the last time you'd been this way, he'd went too fast too quickly. accidents happen, but he was going to make sure everything was intentional this time. he would drink as much as you'd let him and no more, and he'd give you everything you could ask for. an even trade.
"being scared means you're human," jo reassured you, sensing your emotions despite your efforts to conceal them. he kissed your jaw, right below your ear where your blood rushed when you were nervous, and he let his breath fan over the shell of it as he continued, "and being human is what makes you taste so good."
he felt the chill run up your spine from the way your body twitched under him, your hands finding their way to his hair as he trailed his kisses from your jaw, up your cheek, and finally to your lips. he hovered there, seemingly to bridge your trust but truthfully because he could still smell the tang of blood on your tongue, the way clementines lingered on your fingers after peeling the rind away. you were sweeter and much less tedious to break open, your mouth already finding his in a reckless kiss.
there it was- the vague remnants of your sweet, piquant essence. it was barely noticeable, so much that you probably thought the wound had closed. it was enough to pull a deep, starved groan from jo's chest, his own tongue sliding over yours in a feverish haze, searching for the source.
"been dreaming about this perfect neck, baby," jo mumbled against your lips, letting his hand encase the front of your throat with the slightest pressure. you swallowed under his palm, and he groaned against you, "finally gonna let me taste you. its always better like this, i swear, closer to the heart."
you whimpered, a bright, sharp sound under the weight of him, of his hand on your throat, of his hips pressing yours into the cushions below you, of his mouth capturing yours between mumbled thoughts. "please, jo. i want it."
"shh, i know you do," jo kissed you once, a chaste brush, and sat up, positioning himself between your legs, "but first, i gotta make you feel good. fear is so, very bitter, and you're quivering, sweetheart. is it okay if i touch you, first?"
you nodded, a welcome change, maybe even a sign that jo's bad ideas had stuck. you nodded, frantically, lifting your hips to help him strip you from the waist down. the scent of your arousal was almost as intoxicating as your blood-tinged kiss, the slick coating your folds glistening in the dim light of the room.
"all this from the thought of my teeth in your neck, doll?" jo teased, sliding a long, lithe finger up the length of your pussy, starting at your dripping entrance and ending with a sharp flick at your clit, obviously sensitive from the way you writhed beneath him. he sucked his teeth, "i've never seen a cunt this needy, dripping all over my furniture from a few kisses. ive barely touched her, clenching around nothing."
your hips chased his finger, desperate for the friction jo had denied you thus far. you were pathetic beneath him, eyes screwed shut as he plunged one cold finger into your heat. you sucked him in, lewd squelches punctuating every thrust of his digit. jo felt his teeth begin to emerge, anticipating the way your eagerness was spinning your flavor. if fear was bitter, the flavor of excitement was sharp, like fresh petals of mint. he added another finger and leaned into the arch of your body as he curled them, long and sleek, against the plush walls of your pussy.
jo warily pressed his lips to the side of your neck, careful not to make any sudden movements that might sour the essence he had coaxed you toward. jo was overwhelmed by the warmth of your skin against his, both from your neck and the fire blazing deep in your core. and the shock of his cold, wet lips on your throat made you shiver, your fingers threading tightly into his hair. he smoothed his tongue over the base of your throat, a languid pass of the muscle. and, then, jo began to suck. no teeth- just his lips suctioning a bloom of color against the pure, delicate flesh of your neckline. your moans were music to him, a lurid aria performed for him alone, and the tang of sweat contrasted like a shrill note in a symphony with the bright essence that permeated your skin. as he sucked and sucked, he knew he had gone too far, that the bruise would last for weeks, from the sheer amount of blood that coated his tongue. his fingers faltered inside of you, his senses overwhelmed.
"jo..." you whined, desperately rocking your hips to make up for his sudden distraction, "feels so good. i-i want more."
"greedy, greedy slut," jo growled, soothing his tongue over the angry splotch on your throat, licking away any beads of blood left on the surface. he curled his fingers inside of you, the heel of his palm grinding deliciously over your clit, "my fingers not enough? need my cock, too?"
"n-no," you mewled, and then you tugged at his hair, pulling his lips up to meet yours. you slid your tongue into his mouth, dancing dangerously around the sharp points that kept you awake for days. jo tried to keep them short, keep them contained, but he craved the release of letting his fangs slither out at length to catch the tip of your tongue on the edge. and he almost did when he heard you say, "your teeth, jo. i need your teeth."
no one had ever needed jo's teeth, not even himself. for the first 70 years following his transformation, he had prayed to wake up. he had sought out devils and made deals with them, not realizing that he was the the embodiment of the evil they siphoned. he had starved himself weak and found that there was no return. he would never bandage a scrape on his knee, never feel an infection course through his body. and though he would never feel things in the way mortals did, cry from sadness or jump for joy, jo remembered the raw, burning spark of emotion. for a long time, it seemed like the only emotion he could still feel, authentically, was fear, like the floor would open up and swallow him like an expired pill. he remembered despair, and sometimes he imitated it, cried for hours just to feel like he used to as a boy, when the world was too big for him, when he'd read dracula for the first time. when he'd first learned of monsters in a world of good men, when he'd read of the children of the night. jo had read in chapter 2 that there is a reason that all things are as they are.
he might have been imagining it; his immortality did not flatten his brain. jo thought that he felt a flicker in his chest, something blurry between desire and... delight. something twisting around the brittle cage of his heart, vaguely shaped like you and vaguely shaped like him. the very struggle to discern the two shook something deep within him, something untouched for many, many years. he had felt it before, too, in the library. when you'd first told him he was breaking the rules. when you'd had no idea how many rules he was breaking, how many more he had been willing to break to get you right here, begging him to drink from the supple flesh of your neck.
jo slipped a third finger into your drenched cunt, and, despite the fluttering squeeze of resistance around his digits, you accepted him, sucked his fingers in. jo was all but reaching into you, sweeping his fingertips along the ridges of your walls, hitting that spot that made you cry out and clutch his shoulders.
whatever pleasure the stretch was giving you was going to feel dull compared to what jo was about to give you. he kissed lightly down your cheek, like he had done many times before, but the craving overtook him the closer he came to that throbbing seam, bulging out toward him. it was as if your body knew what was bound to happen, as if fate had designed you for him. your bodies were perfectly entwined, connected, soon to be melded into one.
jo's head buzzed, like all of his thoughts melted into magnets that were sticking to and repelling eachother in every corner of his skull. a steady simmer of pleasure wafted over every sense like a fogged lens. it was you and jo, alone, until he opened his mouth over the pulsing, hot vein in the side of your neck. ans then it was just him. his teeth were sleek and sharp, like every part of him. your skin broke so easily, the snap of your taut flesh vibrating against his bones, once, with one fang, and twice, with the second. just like your pussy, so eager to be filled, so eager to leak around him, your throat captured him, blood brimming over the white seal of his teeth.
a human's typical reaction to being fed on, perhaps as an evolutionary tactic, was to lay still. in the same way many helpless creatures played dead to bore the approaching threat, humans took to pretending they weren't aware, or weren't willing to entertain the vampire's urges. only you, of course, hand-placed in jo's life by some remorseful deity, arched up into him, spearing his teeth ever deeper into you. the sounds you were making drove jo toward madness, gutteral groans that he could feel through his lips, ripping through your throat.
"all that talk about pain," jo snarled, his voice rough with lust, "you fucking love it. you love when i hurt you, baby? my teeth ripping you open," he licked over the holes in your skin, groaning as the blood trickled out in two elegant streams, "answer me."
his hand still plowed into your aching core, flexing his fingers inside of you as you ground your hips in a harmonious rhythm, chasing your orgasm as jo drank the sweet, thick syrup from your throat that told him just how close you were. you panted, your moans teetering on yelps, "i fucking love it, jo. hurts so good."
"you have no idea how sweet you taste," jo mumbled, drinking mouthfuls of your flowing honey, like he'd tapped straight into the hive, into the comb. he could feel your heartbeat under his tongue, and he could feel your core spasming around his fingers. jo slurped greedily; everything was so wet, so obscene. he mumbled against your neck, "open your mouth, baby," before gathering a puddle of your blood on his tongue.
he hovered his stained, plush lips over yours, jaw slack, just like he asked. jo let his tongue slide out, the blood running over the glistening tip like a spigot and into the dark, wet shadows of your mouth. he groaned as the dark, pleasure-tinted liquid spread over your teeth, so dull and human. he wanted you to know how crazy you made him, how he would never be able to drink from another for as long as you lived. your ecstasy tasted like ripe plums, like muddled berries, like a hot, forbidden dream. jo said, "swallow it."
he watched you slide your tongue around in your mouth, collecting traces of yourself as it dripped over your teeth, settled on your gums. and he watched the column of your throat flex as you gulped it down, the motion sending a fresh gush of blood out of the holes in your neck. jo moaned, watching your eyes squeeze closed at the bitter, metallic flavor. he knew it would never taste good to you, but he felt his heart, and his cock, jump watching you taste it anyway. "very good," he kissed the side of your mouth, working his way back to your ear. he slithered his tongue over the shell of it, "now come for me, angel. i wanna see if you can get any sweeter."
jo kept his lips latched to your neck, suckling at a dizzying pace as your blood pooled, warm, in his stomach. he angled his hand slightly, hitting a new spot inside of you that made you grip at the cushion below you, a choked sound erupting from your mouth. his other hand drew drunken circles around your clit, thumb circling and circling until your entire body was pulsing, barreling toward the edge. your chest heaved under him, your heartbeat thrumming under his tongue, and your pussy squeezed his fingers in intensifying waves. and then it hit you, taking over your weak body with a shudder. your orgasm pressed you flat, opening your neck for one final swallow as your cunt gushed all over jo's fingers, coating him in you.
jo groaned, too, his own orgasm sneaking up on him. he felt his cock twitch in his pants from the way your orgasm glazed his tongue, his throat. his hips stuttered under him, his mouth soothing the sensitive, raw patch of skin below your jaw. he licked one concluding swipe over the holes, his cum leaking through the front of his clothing.
beneath him, you were sighing softly, your eyes barely open but your mouth spread wide in a blissed-out smile. you dragged two tired hands haphazardly down either side of his face, settling your palms on his jaw. jo tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist. "did it feel good?" he whispered, biting back his own smile, fangs still lingering.
"everything's spinning," you breathed, swiping your thumb over his cheek. your palms were damp against him, and they were trembling. "that was nothing like choking."
he laughed, dropping his head to your chest. your heart throbbed slowly under his ear; you were everything jo wasn't- alive, warm, perfect. you were soft, yellowed pages; jo was preserved, pressed leather, but without you, he was empty. he realized that the two of you, like pleasure and pain, were one oscillating, tantalizing concept, too. night and day; life and death.
can you write mean dom vampire jo x his cutie mortal wife anddddd he has a corruption kink and he loves her cute bunny skirt ++size difference && perhaps some blood play
i wrote........... something similar.......... i hope its up to your standards, asakura jo bussy eater
i did corruption kink, blood stuff, and kind of size difference i hope you LOVE ITTTTTT
synopsis | your vampire boyfriend gets carried away when you ask him to drink from you.
details | vampire!jo x female!reader, mean dom jo, vampire au basics, blood + blood play, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, corruption kink, slight size kink (jo's just giant), tongue sucking, choking, neck sucking, marking, fingering, cursing, little degradation, dubcon elements, power imbalance, mention of starvation, lowercase intended
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from the author | quick little drabble to kick off eu1joo nation's pride month celebration! 1/3 wishes granted for @yuuniversezx
jo had long known what it meant to be afraid.
he'd spent centuries dodging physical connections and even longer dodging emotional ones, petrified by the possibility of his hard-earned immortality being ripped from him because of a pesky urge. jo had taken lovers, sure, but he let them get no closer than a doctor might have. he guessed, at least, having no need for mortal medicine on his undead body. he kept his kisses lip-only and eyes wide, his love-making removed and insincere. for hundreds of years, jo had satiated his urges- nothing more, nothing less.
until he met you.
you had been perusing the classics section in the library, well past the hour the building closed to the public. jo had known this because he, too, was there after hours; one perk of transforming into a small, winged mammal and being impossible to capture on camera was being free to do whatever the hell he wanted. you were leaned, timidly, against the worn, wooden shelf, thumbing through a loved copy of none other than bram stoker's dracula. jo had rolled his eyes, and he mirrored your position, smoothly, against the shelf across from you.
"the count's warning came into my mind," jo had quoted, his deep voice carrying beyond the aisle, startling you with a jump, "but i took pleasure in disobeying it." he bit back a smirk at the way you clutched at your heart and nodded at the aged novel in your hands, "chapter three."
you took three deep breaths, assessing him like a threat with your body pressed as far from him as possible. your eyes scanned his tall, looming figure, unsure, and then your brows furrowed, sure, "...okay?"
"you're kind of like harker right now is all," jo proceeded, "you know, breaking the rules."
"i dont break rules," you had bit back, defensive, "i work here- you're breaking the rules."
and he had been breaking way more than you had known, letting his heart chip open the longer he stared into your eyes under the soft glow of the moonlight. it filtered through the library's tall, dirty cathedral windows and cast shadows seemingly everywhere but on you and entirely on him. he was breaking and entering, yes, but he was also ready to betray 200 years of discipline over a single coincidence. over the way the cogs in the universe's cruel machine had to move to keep you occupied after your shift with a copy of jo's least favorite book ever written. it had to have been a sign.
"chapter 2," jo had pushed his luck with you, "enter freely and of your own free will."
he had waited for you to grab him by his arm and escort him from the premises. he had waited for you to laugh in his face, tell him to fuck off.
you had merely chewed at the inside of your supple, flushed cheek, turning dracula in your hands, "is it any good?"
jo was quick to answer and even quicker to fall, shaking his head earnestly, even in the shadows, "its terrible."
the following months were eclipsed by you, you, you. jo had refused himself obsession for so long, he hadn't known how to pace himself. he had to know every inch of you, every facet of your personality and thread of your clothing. he counted the ridges in your teeth, counted your hair as you drifted off in his lap. and his obsession only grew when you'd approached him with a question- not the one he had known deep down was inevitable but something that made his shriveled, cold heart throb with a phantom pulse. you'd asked, "can you, like, go in the sunlight?"
"sorry?"
"well, i finished dracula," you swung your hand in his between you as you walked, pondside, through your local park, "and you don't eat when we go out, your hands are freezing, and we only ever go on dates after sunset."
jo's mind flipped through the ten lives' worth of memories, of fears. he saw pitchforks, doused in fuel and blazing in the streets. he saw crosses haphazardly built in front yards, painted on doorways. but then he saw you; jo looked into your eyes, innocent and young like the first dew before second winter, and knew.
you were his for as long as you'd let him have you.
but he had a test to run first, just to make sure. he asked, "what did you think?"
"of dracula?" you looked up at him with a knowing smile on your lips. casually, you turned your attention back to your walk, and then you squeezed his hand. "it was terrible."
and because jo had spent several lifetimes denying himself love, he had subsequently denied himself the damning vice of pleasure. pleasure made kings into fools, made even the devil weak to temptation. jo knew this to be true because of you. because every time you walked past him, his head tilted in your direction to hold your scent in his nose just a little longer. the undead experienced pleasure in slightly different ways than the living, in a heightened, primal ritual. as he began to allow you to pry into his life and dismantle the laws he had set for himself in his mind, jo grew more and more concerned about how you would react to his... needs. to how he would need to satiate them.
he was a bloodsucker above all; he knew you knew that. you would eat the first half of your shared meals alone while jo lurked in alleyways like a villain. jo had forbade you from his personal library, getting ahead of the papercut dilemma that all modern vampire romance media abused. plus, he had hated the idea of having to throw out a treasured novel because the smell of your blood on it would associate the title with his desire to feed. or fuck. at first, you were visibly uncomfortable with the knowledge of what he had to do, but jo would have been highly concerned if you had abandoned all of your morals at once the moment you learned what he was. it would take time.
at least, he thought it would.
he let himself kiss you one night. really kiss you, deeply and gently. it was experimental, and you were safe, your lips soft on his like a quiet flicker of a distant candle. the heat was different, though, rising in his chest after centuries of pinching the wick in his stomach with two cold fingers. your body was pliant under him in a way he refused to acknowledge for fear of losing himself. his hands were so big against your face, settling on your thighs. his broad shoulders caged you beneath him as you worked, slowly, at his mouth, coaxing him open despite his warnings. you suckled at his lips, pulling at his hair until he groaned into your mouth. his first mistake was letting you slip your tongue between his teeth. his second mistake was letting himself get so lost in the feeling of you slotting your knee between his thighs that his teeth unsheathed, as if they had minds of their own. and once he noticed what had happened, he made his third mistake: he didnt pull away.
instead, jo let you skirt your tongue under the sharp edge of his fang. and when you gasped under him, he still didnt pull away. he rolled his hips harder over your knee, eyes fluttering blissfully as he sucked your tongue deeper into his mouth and drank every gorgeous drop of blood beading on the tip of it. he sucked the muscle, even as you squirmed beneath him, pushing his heavy shoulders to no avail.
he had drank from you like he was a fledgling, like he knew no restraint. like he hadnt rehearsed control every single day for this exact reason. jo released your mouth as soon as he knew what was happening, but it was too late. you scrambled out from under him as he buried his face in his hands, apologizing as sincerely as he could while drunk on the taste of you. but it was no use; you had already left.
you'd left him to stir, to reflect on his actions. jo did a lot of reflecting over the three days you ignored him, mainly about how insanely he craved you. strangers on the street were stale bread and starch. it really was quality over quantity with him, as the blood of fifteen nobodies failed to quench the onslaught of thirst a few droplets of yours induced. he reflected on the heat of your body against his cold skin. he reflected on how he might convince you to let him do it again, one final time. how long could you refuse him?
when he saw you again, you were sitting stoic beside him on the couch where it all happened. jo could smell the wound on your tongue as you spoke, and he felt that part of him that didnt want to stop tingle like a numb limb.
"you scared me, jo," you muttered, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers, "i told you i didnt want to do any of that. the... blood stuff."
jo knew then that there was a definite line down the center of his relationship with you: before and after. there had been before, when he was perfectly content stroking your hair and cooking you human food and listening through the walls as you pleasured yourself because he couldnt trust that he wouldnt sink his teeth into you. and, now, there was after. after tasting you, after knowing how your arousal made your blood thicken, how the few drops from your tongue had made him harder than he'd been even as a mortal, dazed by the passing touch of a lady, seduced by women on street corners.
jo had his taste of you, and he wanted more.
"it didnt feel good?" he asked. if only you could have felt it from his end, how his whole body came alive at the first taste.
"no," you deadpanned, quickly, and shook your head once, a definitive swivel on your neck, "it hurt. it stung."
jo had two options: he could apologize and live the rest of his life insatiable, or he could let the part of his conscience that, after all this time, still clung to humanity take a backseat. way, way in the back. jo shifted in his place, turning his body to face you, to overshadow you. he let his fingers trace your cheek, your jaw, and fall to the ends of your hair. he twisted the strand until the wispy tips were tickling your ear and side of your throat. you shuddered, and jo knew he needed the next thing to touch your throat to be his teeth.
"it can feel good, though," he whispered, hearing your heart beat a little faster in your chest, "there are ways to make it feel really good."
jo leaned forward, his breath ghosting your ear as his fingers trailed down the length of your neck, hovering over your pulse point. he continued, "right here."
"you're lying," you shifted, barely an inch away from him, and gulped, shaking your head again, shaking away the bad ideas, "a cut on my tongue hurt like hell. i cant imagine one on my neck."
"pleasure, darling," jo tipped your chin toward him, forcing your eyes on his, forcing the ideas to stay in your head. he wanted them to steep like potent tea. "pleasure is just pain in the right places. combinations of sensations, balanced rough and gentle touches. they are one oscillating, tantalizing concept."
your eyelids fell, lashes sweeping over the tops of your cheeks. the weight of your head in his hand was nothing compared to how heavy his cock felt in his pants, straining at the sheer mention of your neck. and his descriptions of pleasure did nothing to dull his heightened senses; it was as though he could feel everything he described to you all over again, remembering the swinging pendulum of mortal pleasure. he wasn't lying to you about it feeling good. jo remembered how it felt for him, veins throbbing as his whole body seemed to ache for the same invasion. he remembered the euphoric trembling under the weight of his own fanged lover. even as a distant memory, his body buzzed.
"kind of like choking?" you asked. jo knew you weren't naive, but the innocence you were wearing made his mouth water. "hurts on its own, but..."
"yeah," jo's hand slipped around the back of your neck, his thumb sliding softly over the prominent vein. his breath trembled, "yeah, exactly like choking."
"okay," you whispered. and then you looked at him, the expression on your face unreadable. jo had seen millions of faces, hundreds of thousands of emotions, but he had never seen someone portray one like yours. it wasn't depleted or disappointed; it was more expectant, patient. you looked as though you were waiting for him to do something.
"...okay?"
"i want to try it," you admitted, leaning closer to him, closing the gap you'd created moments before. you slid your palm up his thigh, holding his hungry gaze as you inched closer to where you thought he would want you most. "i was scared, yes, but i also couldnt stop thinking about it."
but where he really wanted you, and now fought back a groan at the prospect of finally having you, was his on his tongue. he wanted the salt of your sex soaked skin to burn his lips. jo wanted to stain his teeth with the fibers of your being, drink your sacred wine. but for the time being, he settled for crawling over you, resting your head on the plush cushion of the couch. the last time you'd been this way, he'd went too fast too quickly. accidents happen, but he was going to make sure everything was intentional this time. he would drink as much as you'd let him and no more, and he'd give you everything you could ask for. an even trade.
"being scared means you're human," jo reassured you, sensing your emotions despite your efforts to conceal them. he kissed your jaw, right below your ear where your blood rushed when you were nervous, and he let his breath fan over the shell of it as he continued, "and being human is what makes you taste so good."
he felt the chill run up your spine from the way your body twitched under him, your hands finding their way to his hair as he trailed his kisses from your jaw, up your cheek, and finally to your lips. he hovered there, seemingly to bridge your trust but truthfully because he could still smell the tang of blood on your tongue, the way clementines lingered on your fingers after peeling the rind away. you were sweeter and much less tedious to break open, your mouth already finding his in a reckless kiss.
there it was- the vague remnants of your sweet, piquant essence. it was barely noticeable, so much that you probably thought the wound had closed. it was enough to pull a deep, starved groan from jo's chest, his own tongue sliding over yours in a feverish haze, searching for the source.
"been dreaming about this perfect neck, baby," jo mumbled against your lips, letting his hand encase the front of your throat with the slightest pressure. you swallowed under his palm, and he groaned against you, "finally gonna let me taste you. its always better like this, i swear, closer to the heart."
you whimpered, a bright, sharp sound under the weight of him, of his hand on your throat, of his hips pressing yours into the cushions below you, of his mouth capturing yours between mumbled thoughts. "please, jo. i want it."
"shh, i know you do," jo kissed you once, a chaste brush, and sat up, positioning himself between your legs, "but first, i gotta make you feel good. fear is so, very bitter, and you're quivering, sweetheart. is it okay if i touch you, first?"
you nodded, a welcome change, maybe even a sign that jo's bad ideas had stuck. you nodded, frantically, lifting your hips to help him strip you from the waist down. the scent of your arousal was almost as intoxicating as your blood-tinged kiss, the slick coating your folds glistening in the dim light of the room.
"all this from the thought of my teeth in your neck, doll?" jo teased, sliding a long, lithe finger up the length of your pussy, starting at your dripping entrance and ending with a sharp flick at your clit, obviously sensitive from the way you writhed beneath him. he sucked his teeth, "i've never seen a cunt this needy, dripping all over my furniture from a few kisses. ive barely touched her, clenching around nothing."
your hips chased his finger, desperate for the friction jo had denied you thus far. you were pathetic beneath him, eyes screwed shut as he plunged one cold finger into your heat. you sucked him in, lewd squelches punctuating every thrust of his digit. jo felt his teeth begin to emerge, anticipating the way your eagerness was spinning your flavor. if fear was bitter, the flavor of excitement was sharp, like fresh petals of mint. he added another finger and leaned into the arch of your body as he curled them, long and sleek, against the plush walls of your pussy.
jo warily pressed his lips to the side of your neck, careful not to make any sudden movements that might sour the essence he had coaxed you toward. jo was overwhelmed by the warmth of your skin against his, both from your neck and the fire blazing deep in your core. and the shock of his cold, wet lips on your throat made you shiver, your fingers threading tightly into his hair. he smoothed his tongue over the base of your throat, a languid pass of the muscle. and, then, jo began to suck. no teeth- just his lips suctioning a bloom of color against the pure, delicate flesh of your neckline. your moans were music to him, a lurid aria performed for him alone, and the tang of sweat contrasted like a shrill note in a symphony with the bright essence that permeated your skin. as he sucked and sucked, he knew he had gone too far, that the bruise would last for weeks, from the sheer amount of blood that coated his tongue. his fingers faltered inside of you, his senses overwhelmed.
"jo..." you whined, desperately rocking your hips to make up for his sudden distraction, "feels so good. i-i want more."
"greedy, greedy slut," jo growled, soothing his tongue over the angry splotch on your throat, licking away any beads of blood left on the surface. he curled his fingers inside of you, the heel of his palm grinding deliciously over your clit, "my fingers not enough? need my cock, too?"
"n-no," you mewled, and then you tugged at his hair, pulling his lips up to meet yours. you slid your tongue into his mouth, dancing dangerously around the sharp points that kept you awake for days. jo tried to keep them short, keep them contained, but he craved the release of letting his fangs slither out at length to catch the tip of your tongue on the edge. and he almost did when he heard you say, "your teeth, jo. i need your teeth."
no one had ever needed jo's teeth, not even himself. for the first 70 years following his transformation, he had prayed to wake up. he had sought out devils and made deals with them, not realizing that he was the the embodiment of the evil they siphoned. he had starved himself weak and found that there was no return. he would never bandage a scrape on his knee, never feel an infection course through his body. and though he would never feel things in the way mortals did, cry from sadness or jump for joy, jo remembered the raw, burning spark of emotion. for a long time, it seemed like the only emotion he could still feel, authentically, was fear, like the floor would open up and swallow him like an expired pill. he remembered despair, and sometimes he imitated it, cried for hours just to feel like he used to as a boy, when the world was too big for him, when he'd read dracula for the first time. when he'd first learned of monsters in a world of good men, when he'd read of the children of the night. jo had read in chapter 2 that there is a reason that all things are as they are.
he might have been imagining it; his immortality did not flatten his brain. jo thought that he felt a flicker in his chest, something blurry between desire and... delight. something twisting around the brittle cage of his heart, vaguely shaped like you and vaguely shaped like him. the very struggle to discern the two shook something deep within him, something untouched for many, many years. he had felt it before, too, in the library. when you'd first told him he was breaking the rules. when you'd had no idea how many rules he was breaking, how many more he had been willing to break to get you right here, begging him to drink from the supple flesh of your neck.
jo slipped a third finger into your drenched cunt, and, despite the fluttering squeeze of resistance around his digits, you accepted him, sucked his fingers in. jo was all but reaching into you, sweeping his fingertips along the ridges of your walls, hitting that spot that made you cry out and clutch his shoulders.
whatever pleasure the stretch was giving you was going to feel dull compared to what jo was about to give you. he kissed lightly down your cheek, like he had done many times before, but the craving overtook him the closer he came to that throbbing seam, bulging out toward him. it was as if your body knew what was bound to happen, as if fate had designed you for him. your bodies were perfectly entwined, connected, soon to be melded into one.
jo's head buzzed, like all of his thoughts melted into magnets that were sticking to and repelling eachother in every corner of his skull. a steady simmer of pleasure wafted over every sense like a fogged lens. it was you and jo, alone, until he opened his mouth over the pulsing, hot vein in the side of your neck. ans then it was just him. his teeth were sleek and sharp, like every part of him. your skin broke so easily, the snap of your taut flesh vibrating against his bones, once, with one fang, and twice, with the second. just like your pussy, so eager to be filled, so eager to leak around him, your throat captured him, blood brimming over the white seal of his teeth.
a human's typical reaction to being fed on, perhaps as an evolutionary tactic, was to lay still. in the same way many helpless creatures played dead to bore the approaching threat, humans took to pretending they weren't aware, or weren't willing to entertain the vampire's urges. only you, of course, hand-placed in jo's life by some remorseful deity, arched up into him, spearing his teeth ever deeper into you. the sounds you were making drove jo toward madness, gutteral groans that he could feel through his lips, ripping through your throat.
"all that talk about pain," jo snarled, his voice rough with lust, "you fucking love it. you love when i hurt you, baby? my teeth ripping you open," he licked over the holes in your skin, groaning as the blood trickled out in two elegant streams, "answer me."
his hand still plowed into your aching core, flexing his fingers inside of you as you ground your hips in a harmonious rhythm, chasing your orgasm as jo drank the sweet, thick syrup from your throat that told him just how close you were. you panted, your moans teetering on yelps, "i fucking love it, jo. hurts so good."
"you have no idea how sweet you taste," jo mumbled, drinking mouthfuls of your flowing honey, like he'd tapped straight into the hive, into the comb. he could feel your heartbeat under his tongue, and he could feel your core spasming around his fingers. jo slurped greedily; everything was so wet, so obscene. he mumbled against your neck, "open your mouth, baby," before gathering a puddle of your blood on his tongue.
he hovered his stained, plush lips over yours, jaw slack, just like he asked. jo let his tongue slide out, the blood running over the glistening tip like a spigot and into the dark, wet shadows of your mouth. he groaned as the dark, pleasure-tinted liquid spread over your teeth, so dull and human. he wanted you to know how crazy you made him, how he would never be able to drink from another for as long as you lived. your ecstasy tasted like ripe plums, like muddled berries, like a hot, forbidden dream. jo said, "swallow it."
he watched you slide your tongue around in your mouth, collecting traces of yourself as it dripped over your teeth, settled on your gums. and he watched the column of your throat flex as you gulped it down, the motion sending a fresh gush of blood out of the holes in your neck. jo moaned, watching your eyes squeeze closed at the bitter, metallic flavor. he knew it would never taste good to you, but he felt his heart, and his cock, jump watching you taste it anyway. "very good," he kissed the side of your mouth, working his way back to your ear. he slithered his tongue over the shell of it, "now come for me, angel. i wanna see if you can get any sweeter."
jo kept his lips latched to your neck, suckling at a dizzying pace as your blood pooled, warm, in his stomach. he angled his hand slightly, hitting a new spot inside of you that made you grip at the cushion below you, a choked sound erupting from your mouth. his other hand drew drunken circles around your clit, thumb circling and circling until your entire body was pulsing, barreling toward the edge. your chest heaved under him, your heartbeat thrumming under his tongue, and your pussy squeezed his fingers in intensifying waves. and then it hit you, taking over your weak body with a shudder. your orgasm pressed you flat, opening your neck for one final swallow as your cunt gushed all over jo's fingers, coating him in you.
jo groaned, too, his own orgasm sneaking up on him. he felt his cock twitch in his pants from the way your orgasm glazed his tongue, his throat. his hips stuttered under him, his mouth soothing the sensitive, raw patch of skin below your jaw. he licked one concluding swipe over the holes, his cum leaking through the front of his clothing.
beneath him, you were sighing softly, your eyes barely open but your mouth spread wide in a blissed-out smile. you dragged two tired hands haphazardly down either side of his face, settling your palms on his jaw. jo tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist. "did it feel good?" he whispered, biting back his own smile, fangs still lingering.
"everything's spinning," you breathed, swiping your thumb over his cheek. your palms were damp against him, and they were trembling. "that was nothing like choking."
he laughed, dropping his head to your chest. your heart throbbed slowly under his ear; you were everything jo wasn't- alive, warm, perfect. you were soft, yellowed pages; jo was preserved, pressed leather, but without you, he was empty. he realized that the two of you, like pleasure and pain, were one oscillating, tantalizing concept, too. night and day; life and death.
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