#sorry jades part is a bit short

[twistedroseytoesy]

Hey I love your work so much you brought back my love for sea creatures and stumbled across this beautiful creature.

The phantom jellyfish the most rarest jellyfish

Look at this beautiful jellyfish.

I ever found this beautiful fanart of a human phantom jellyfish I could not find the artist but its beautiful.

woa!!! I’ve never heard of this jelly before but it looks so pretty!!! Has a gothic-like or somewhat deadly kind of vibe. Oooooo! I'm going to do the ocatrio with malleus for this one since you didn't specify. Hope that's alright! These jellys are so cool cause they dont have stingers! their arms are used to just scoop up plankton and carry that to the mouth.

Description

A beautiful creature of the deep, rare, and rather secluded but you always found comfort in the pressure and darkness around you as you drifted through the void. Scavenging what you could from the waters with your long ribbon-like arms. You don't have the ability to sting, but your ribbons can be used to strangle and disorient predators. Especially since your dark skin matches the darkness of home. You have dark skin with a dark brown/orange undertone. Your body and arms make you up to 30 ft long! Your arms are 25 of those feet.

When you were called to the surface and NRC you struggled greatly with the harsh light. Your human form is only 6 ft tall with long, dark, ribbon-like hair and longer-than-average arms. you are able to manipulate your hair but you keep that more of a secret. you are fairly secluded and try to avoid crowds as much as physically possible. You have dark skin and your eyes are a startling orange color. You usually wear dark sunglasses so no one can really see your eyes unless the sun has set or it's fairly dark in the room.

Octavinelle

Azul: Knows your a mer, he likes keeping tabs on all the merfolk on campus. Your strange ribbon-like hair was what really caught his attention and he asked blackmailed you about it. Found out the hard way what it can do. He underestimated you since you seemed rather... soft-mannered. The twins wouldn't let him live it down for like a week. You do visit the lounge since it reminded you of the few times you floated closer to the twilight zone from your midnight home. the lower lighting was also the only lighting you could handle ok without your glasses so you visited and studied there quite often. He appreciates your patronage and somehow your calm demeanor and strength draw him to you. He liked being around you since your calm aura helps calm him. After long enough you are invited to sit in his VIP room where he turns all the lights off other than the aquarium or a controlled light over his desk and only his desk. You greatly appreciate it. He does try many times to have you work for him, your hair acts like his many arms back in the sea! imagine how efficient you would be! but he does understand how you wouldn't be able to work in the light.

When he first saw you merform in the magic pressure pool he was amazed at how LONG you were! He thought you were like the twin's size not double their length and then some! loves how silky your arms are and how you don't sting but he can feel the strength in those arms and remembers to not underestimate you. If you invite him to swim with you he will try to stammer out a smooth response. Maybe someday. Does with to have you do some sort of sink dancing thing, you would do amazing with it! the way your arms are already like silk makes him dream. if you ever are close and you wrap your soft arms around him he will immediately melt and even have some tears build up in his eyes. Your hugs are understanding and kind and calm.

Jade: Your hair is what really caught his attention. The way it seemed to squirm along with you when he asked many uncomfortable questions. Knew you were a mer from Azul and was trying to figure out what exactly you were, you didn't cover up like other jellyfish mers yet you had that calmness they are known for. Probably figured it out when he overheard you tell someone else what you were. Such a rare specimen had Jade all the more intrigued. Asked even more questions and even subtly hinted he knew what you were, he got hair slapped when he gave you a dark jello treat he created and mentioned wanting to test if its taste was accurate. Super surprised that your hair actually had that kind of force, he knew it could move but you made him take a full step back to catch himself. Impressive~ also likes to try and see your eyes but is more respectful than Floyd, usually lowers the lights in your area of the lounge with some magic, just to see those beautiful glowing orange orbs.

When he first saw your mer form he was very curious about your long arms. Asking politely to hold one since he knew he couldn't reach you in the pressure pool without risking bodily harm. He compliments the texture and strength of the silky ribbons. Happily offering a job at the mostro louge for a once-a-week show from the depths. You kindly turned him down, saying you like to be more in the shadows than the star. He nods at this. you both connect by watching things from a distance. Asks many questions still but won't hint at trying to eat you after he saw Floyd get strangled for biting you.

Floyd: Squishy!! He likes squeezing you, You're so soft and easy to squeeze, but you don't wiggle as much! He calls you black jellyfish. He likes to mess with your hair. it looks so cool! one time it slapped him when he tried to bite it and he loved it even more! Pokes and prods at it to annoy you. Thought you were boring but another time stole your sunglasses and really liked your eyes! He's never seen glowing orange eyes before! so now this man pokes at your hair and tries to blind you a lot. You try to stay away from him but that's fairly difficult to do. Over time he clams a bit around you, especially when he really pissed you off and you strangled him to near passing out. Likes to see you try new foods, and your faces of delight are so cute! he also pesters you with a lot of questions. he changes his nickname for you when you correct him. "phantom jelly!" he would usually call out before you are lifted off of your feet. sometimes he will break turn off the lights to get you to show off your glowing eyes.

When he first saw your merform in the pressure pool he wanted to hop right in but just before he jumped in you cocooned him in your silky arms, telling him he's an idiot for trying to swim in the most dangerous pool, he would be crushed like a tin can even in his merform! he said you were no fun but did have to agree that a broken tail would suck more. You keep an arm and eye on him to make sure he doesn't try anything particularly stupid. He really likes your cool silky arms! keeps asking when you would want to swim with him in the dorm underwater sanctuary. He's very lucky you are very patient with his very excitable self.

With special guest

Malleus: You both connected by being out at night, when the world is still and you feel closer to home. The darkness is a welcome relief to you. You and he crossed paths on a late-night walk. No words were needed as you both continued to walk through the night, pointing out some stars or other small things of interest. You even let your hair down and he happily allowed his magic fireflies to show themselves. You were the best of mute friends understanding each other's lonely life with no words needed. He and you took a few weeks before words were spoken and it was comfortable. he enjoys the smooth texture of your hair and is always pleasantly surprised at its strength when you do use it. you admire his dark power and how his horns are so tough and strong on his head.

When he first sees your merform in a lake one night he couldn't help but be mesmerized by your long silky arms. The way they floated and swayed in the water, the gentle glow from just under your skin, and the softness of your body in the water. He complimented you and your form, promising to show you his true form someday when you were both ready for it. He treasures your trust and tries to help you with his magic, even creating a spell to make a bubble of darkness around you so light doesn't hurt your eyes as much. He also really likes your eyes, unnatural yet powerful, like his.

#octavinelle #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #my stuff #my writing #jade leech #Floyd leech #tweels #octatrio #twst x reader #Floyd x reader #jade x reader #sorry jades part is a bit short #hes so hard for me to write #sociopathic eel bastard #roses ramblings #this was so much fun to write! #and it was even cooler to learn that these jellies dont sting! #marine life is so fricken cool! #thank you! #asks #it means alot that you guys like my stuff #thank you again! #hope you like it!

[luveline]

Congrats on 40k Jade! Also hi, I hope you're having a great day (I'm really nervous this is my first time sending in a request I'm so sorry if I sound weird)

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐨𝐤 —send me a hurt/comfort request for any reader and any character and I'll write a ficlet, 2k or less

Can I request a reader that has a bit of a temper and got told that no one would like her because of it so she's a bit insecure about herself? My favourite character is James so maybe with him or with Remus whichever you prefer (and they reassure her and it's awesome because your writing is just so awesome)

Congrats again <3

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you so much, you didn't sound weird at all dw ♡ fem!reader

The day has been long, your feet dragging up the steps to Remus' flat. His door sticks and the only radiator that doesn't need bleeding is the one in his bedroom, so it's cold, and you're irked. You kick out of your pinching shoes and hang your jacket up, which falls on the floor. You pick it up and it falls again. Huffing, you put it on the sideboard and trudge down the hallway to Remus bedroom. 

"Hello, my lovely," he says without looking up. 

There's a notebook in his lap. He's wearing his reading glasses. If you were in a better mood you'd try to distract him by laying across his thighs. As it stands, you're fucking exhausted. You flop down in his bed and curl towards him where he's sitting against the headboard. 

"Tired?" he asks. 

"Mm." Tired isn't the right word, but the right word makes people cringe at you. 

Today has been awful and you hate the part of you that wants to rail about it. You can't help how you feel; this anger glows molten. It makes you hate yourself, which irks you worse. You grab one of his pillows and pull it against your chest to squeeze it until your arms hurt. 

"Bad day?" he asks, pen scratching.

You exhale. "A bit," you say into the pillowcase. 

"Sorry, dovey," he says. There's the sound of paper leaves catching against one another and the clink of a pen put away. "What did you say? I needed to finish writing that edit down before I forgot."

You're not mad at him in particular but your voice comes out tightly strung anyhow, "I said it was a bit of a bad day."

Remus hears your tone and refuses to skirt around the issue. Not from a want to be confrontational, but a direct way of going about things. "What, are you mad at me?" 

"No," you say, turning away from him. 

"You seem mad." 

"I think I am." 

"Well, now you don't sound mad," he says, dipping down to talk into the back of your neck. "Now you sound upset. Have I upset you?" 

"No, Remus," you say. Mad to sad to mad again, your shoulder and spine ache with rigidity. 

All his questions didn't make you mad, but you were mad to begin with, and so what might usually be very normal turns to irritating. In the moment, you've no hope of controlling it, and, not wanting to further subject Remus to any misdirected annoyance, you shuffle out of his reach. "I just need a minute," you say. 

Remus is used to your temper, though you often worry he'll grow tired of you and your big moods and throw in the towel. You count useless numbers in your head and curl your fists into balls until your bones feel like they're too big for your skin, wanting to deal with it alone. 

A minute or two later and Remus reaches for your side. "I was trying to lighten the mood, and it wasn't my best work," he says, tip of his thumb drawing semi circles into your shirt. 

Remus taking the blame for your emotions has you frowning, rabbit-holing into twisting thoughts. He's always been good for you and good to you, accepting of your short fuse. He's not always sunshine and lollipops himself. But, he's not angry half as often as you are. Does that bother him? People have said to you before that your temper will be the ruining of a good thing, that Remus won't want to deal with it. And it makes sense. 

You don't want to deal with it either. You don't really feel like you have much choice when it comes to being mad. 

"Sorry," you mumble. 

Mattress springs groan as he leverages himself closer to you. Familiar, his hand sneaks under your shirt to tickle the soft roll of your stomach. He draws a slow and winding line with no end nor goal in mind, uncaring of the pouch you get laying down. Remus doesn't really care about anything that could be marked superficial. It's one of the many reasons that he's markedly the best person you know; he loves everything that you hate about yourself without hesitation. Like your anger. 

"Do you want to set a rule?" he asks. 

"Pardon?"

"Humour me. Let's make a condition before we have this conversation." Remus stops drawing to slide his hand between your hip and the mattress, hugging you to him. "I'll assume you're not mad at me even if you sound angry, and you can assume I don't mind." 

"Do you mind?" you ask. 

"Well, I don't love when you're angry, but I know it isn't at me so it won't matter." 

Reassured enough to face him, you meet his eyes. 

"I know I have a tendency to make it sound like I'm angry at you when I'm really mad at someone else," you say. 

"That's not true. And I ask, don't I? If I think you're mad at me?" Remus' already dulcet voice drops to a murmur, words said slowly and with as much care as a person can put into words alone, "I don't know why you feel like you're such a bad person for being angry." 

"Because it's all the time," you say. Your throat burns with the effort that it takes to stay intelligible. 

"It's not all the time." 

"It's often, and it's not fair to you." 

"It's not fair to take it out on other people, and I promise you I'd let you know if you were doing that. So… could you just tell me why you're mad? Without worrying I'll take it personally." 

"It's not about taking it personally, I don't want you to take it personally, but it's just– it's just ugly, isn't it?" 

Remus frowns. "Honestly? I don't think so. You have to be angry sometimes. Everyone gets angry and those feelings need somewhere to go, or it'll eat you up inside and make you bitter instead. Like… okay, he'll forgive me for telling you this, but Sirius used to get into these awful angry tirades where he'd shout at nothing, you know? And I hated seeing him do it, but I wasn't sitting there thinking he was ugly for it. I just kind of hated that something was able to occupy him so heavily. And that's how I feel about it when it happens to you, dove." 

"He used to?" you ask, the bridge of your nose flat to his knee. 

"Yeah, he did." Remus pushes your shoulder flat to the bed beneath you and leans in to give you a kiss. The corner of your mouth takes the brunt of it. 

"Did you kiss him like this, or–" 

Remus laughs and hugs you, "A discussion for another day," he murmurs. He gives you a last kiss and squeeze and then sits up. "So shout at me." 

"I don't want to shout at you." 

"You know what I mean. Tell me what pissed you off today." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

"Yeah, I'm sure, I like the way your eyes look anyways, when you get riled up." Remus finds your hand to hold. "Tell me, dove. I'll be angry with you."

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[blackopals-world]

I Found Home

Part 4

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Implied relationship

Notes: Spellchecked? No. I'm tired.

Azul

"The Boss"

Yuu knows that kids like any person require patience and she has patience. But her nightly struggles with Grimm were more than the average parent.

Grimm didn't like water, baths especially. In the past, he had never even had hot water. He didn't like undressing either and being exposed to open air. Also understandable. Bath time was a perfect storm of things he hated and every time Yuu tried to give him one he'd cry until she let him out.

Every time Yuu's heart would break because she felt like a monster. She tried every tactic to help him learn that baths were fun. Toys, bubbles, music, games, and every recommendation she could him. She bought special bath shorts so Grimm could avoid being naked and she tried showers. But it was all the same so Yuu could only wait out every crying fit and hope that he'd adjust.

She needed to call the doctor again and hope they know something else she could do.

After fighting Yuu while she bathed him Grimm was wrapped in a big fluffy towel. Grimm became very needy after his bath and Yuu had to hold him until he felt better and was ready for his last nap of the day before dinner.

All he wanted to do was visit an old friend. That was all but he could do without the entourage.

Azul Ashengrotto had gone on to do bigger and better things after graduation as if there was any doubt. He currently owns and runs a chain of successful restaurants and bars. Not alone of course Jade was head chef to master chef of the restaurants for his signature dishes. Floyd was head of security at the bars at first but has since established a private network of hired protection while he runs a few clubs.

"If you wanted to give her a gift make it a ring." Jade grinned wryly.

"You know why you shouldn't just give a woman a ring. Especially not after not seeing her for so long." Azul sputtered in response.

"Why not I gave her one back in school?" Floyd laughed.

"It was a prize you got from a snack box and it broke an hour later when she hit you for biting her," Azul said deadpan.

Floyd just laughed.

Azul had brought a gift. Something special.

"Zuzu look!" Yuu pulled him by the arm to a shop window.

They were visiting the city one weekend for lunch at a new café. They had decided to go window shopping and enjoy a bit of sun.

Azul remembered how beautiful she looked that day in a blue sundress. A passerby would guess they were a couple from the flush of their cheeks.

"Isn't it pretty?" She said peering inside.

"Yes. Yes." Azul said not listening and was too focused on her.

"You aren't listening!" Yuu narrowed her eyes at him as she held his arm tighter.

"Sorry, sorry." Azul tried to calm her. He joined her and saw what she wanted.

It was a sculpted piece of white jade that was etched with silver.

Azul immediately wanted to get it for her but froze when he saw the price.

"You want it?" He asked.

"What?! No, no." She said but the disappointment in her tone was clear "It's just a hunk of stone besides look at me, I wouldn't even know what to do with something fancy like that."

Azul wanted to object but Yuu pulled him along back on their walk. She didn't need something she couldn't have.

Azul had gone back to that shop after he saved enough money to buy that jade. He was going to give it to her before she left but when ge came back and she was already saying her goodbyes he chickened out.

That jade stayed with him on his desk. A symbol of what he wanted to achieve. Every day was a reminder that if had more he could have bought it then and there just because she looked at it. He'd give her anything she wanted.

The group rounded the corner and stopped at a small villa that had a mailbox with Yuu's last name on it.

Floyd didn't hesitate to begin ringing the doorbell repeatedly while pounding the door. It was like he wanted to make Yuu mad.

"I swear if it's that bit-I mean neighbor, I'm going to shove my foot so far-" Yuu grumbled from the other side of the door not bothering to keep quiet.

When Yuu finally opened the door everyone froze in place.

Yuu was dressed in her usual casual jeans and shirt, her hair was tied up to keep tiny hands from pulling it. In one arm she balanced a bundled-up blanket that held a half-asleep toddler. She was right in the middle of getting Grim to sleep.

Yuu was in shock as she looked at the familiar trio. We're the twins always this tall? Did they get taller? Azul too? She doesn't remember.

But she remembered that face. That angular nose, cute rounded cheeks from remnants of baby fat, and the handsome mole that gave him an air of sophistication. She knew that face very well. It changed some. Few new moles had appeared but his face never lost the soft rounded beauty she adored.

Yuu and Azul stared at one another in shock. No one said a word as-

"Shrimpy!"

Nevermind, Floyd was already breaking the tension.

Yuu was quickly swept up in a hug as she tried to hold Grim away from the bone-crushing hug. Jade saw his chance immediately as he gracefully plucked the bundle from her arms.

"Oh, my~ Azul look at what our dear Prefect made." Jade pulled at the blanket to reveal the face of the wiggly boy. "Isn't it cute?"

Azul didn't know how to feel about IT. It bearly had any resemblance to Yuu, it didn't even have her eyes. Azul narrowed his eyes as Jade marveled at the child. Azul poked at a few of the curled locks on the boy's head.

Responding to his touch the boy's eyes opened revealing a pair of round wide eyes. His lips twisted into a pursed frown as he tried to wiggle out of Jade's arms.

"It's Yuu's child?" Azul asked seeing do little of her.

Yuu managed to break out of Floyd's grasp and immediately tried to get Grimm back as Jade held him above her grasp.

"Jade I swear if you think this is funny-" Yuu growled but had no heat behind it.

Floyd immediately gravitated towards Grimm.

"Shimpy made a Shimplet!"Floyd rejoiced has he held up the sleepy toddler who was now whining.

"Floyd be careful, he gets fussy when he's sleepy" Yuu warned but it was already too late.

Grimm had had enough. With little warning, Grimm sank his teeth into Floyd's forearm. Biting was a form of communication at that age after all and Grimm was saying he's done with this.

"Shrimpy, I love him!~" Floyd was absolutely glowing as he swung Grimm around before hugging him.

Grimm switched tactics as he went for Floyd's cheek, bit down and pulled.

"He likes me!" Floyd cheered as Jade tried to get Grimm to unlatch and feeling a bit jealous.

"Grimm no, we don't bite, we use our words. These are guests and my friends." Yuu admonished her son.

Grimm immediately let go as Jade pinched his jaw open. He puffed out his cheek and began kicking at the man holding him hostage.

"Grimm, your mother asked you to use your words," Azul said firmly enough to get Grimm's attention but not enough to scare him.

This actually made Grimm stop his assault and look ashamed.

"Down!" Grimm yelled not bothering with please since his tormentors weren't polite either.

Floyd reluctantly let go of Grimm. The boy immediately fled for his mother and hid behind her leg.

Yuu was impressed. Azul managed to get through to Grimm.

Azul on the other had seen the resemblance now. Grimm was very bit of a fighter like his mom. But Grimm also reminded him of himself when he was that age. He remembered meeting his future step-father at that time.

"Um, how about you guys come in? I just started dinner."

Getting the Tweels to leave Grimm alone long enough to nap was harder then she thought. Thankfully Jade was more than willing to show Yuu his culinary skills.

Azul shifted from checking out the house to helping where he could. He was glad to know there was no one else in the picture but felt a small pang of guilt. He didn't have his own father in the picture and he lacked confidence without that influence in his life. Azul had a great mother who did her best without the dead weight around. He was sure Yuu was doing fine but Grimm could use a father figure.

Floyd was enjoying watching Grimm sleep. He was still fascinated by his new little Fry. But he was also getting bored.

As the food simmered Azul and Yuu got some time alone as Jade eagerly joined Floyd Grimm's room.

The pair drank tea in silence before Azul finally spoke.

"So Grimm? That's a name." Azul started awkwardly.

'Of course, it's a name! She wouldn't have used it if it wasn't a name!' His brain screamed.

"Ha, yeah. I had a long list of names I wanted to use but none of them stuck. He name was almost Azure..." Yuu decided to shut up now before she dug that hole further.

"Azure, that's cute. I always wanted to use that one when I had a kid." Azul smirked.

The hole is getting deeper.

"I wanted to give you something actually. I wanted to give it to you for a while now." Azul blushes a purplish tone. Something Yuu missed seeing.

Azul pulled out a small box that for a second Yuu thought was for a ring and felt her face burning. Instead, it was a necklace. The pendant was made from two interlocked rings of jade. One ring was white jade with silver engraving and the other was blue jade with gold engraving. It was beautiful.

"I love it. How did you-" Yuu gasped.

"I remembered that it was your favorite stone." Azul took the necklace from the box and helped Yuu put it on. "It suits you."

Yuu smiled as they went back to talking about their new lives and what's changed.

"Boss, check out this book Shrimplet showed us. This guy looks just like you!" Floyd yelled dashing down the stairs.

Wow, this hole is deep!

"So the Princess asked the merfolk to help her but they won't do anything. So her friends go to this sea witch to get help from them but instead of asking for help, they ask for what they want. The witch enslaves them because they are slaves to their desires but the irony is that so is the witch. The princess made a deal with the witch at the end but tricked her way out and infuriated the witch who tried to curse them all. In the end the Princess won over the witch by showing them how unfair they were being and that success doesn't doesn't come at the expense of others." Yuu explained the plot of the book as she hid the pictures.

"I see," Azul crossed his arms "Sounds familiar."

Wow, can't see the the top of this hole anymore.

"Artistic license," Yuu said deadpan. "Oh, wow! I think dinner is ready! Let me go check!"

Yuu tried to escape as Azul pulled her right back.

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[ppnuggiex]

hello, can i request octavinelle reacting to a s/o who bit them to see if they taste like octopus/eel? (Separately)

　　　　　　OCTATRIO x gn human reader

　　　　『　azul ,, jade ,, floyd ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> biting them to see if they taste like eel / octopus

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, hickey warning on floyds part 🫣 ,, biting 😈

　　— omg 😭🫶 tysm for being my first request !! hope i did it good 🫣 feel free to send more in 🤞♥️

-> azul

• you were both chilling at the vip room in mostro lounge ,, you scrolling around on your phone whilst azul was going through paperwork

• he had been too caught up in work to notice you behind him ,, until you bit him

• bro yelped ,, jumping a bit in his chair before he stared at you wide eyed with flushed cheeks

• when you tell him the reason for it ,, he sighs saying youre no better than the tweels

• scolds you a bit about just biting him out of nowhere ,, and from that day forward he's on guard in case you do it again

-

        " why would you do that ?" he yelped ,, swiveling in his chair to face you with a shocked expression . " just wanna know if you tasted like octopus ,," you replied with a shrug .

      " angelfish ,, please ,," was all he said before letting out a long sigh . " at this rate ,, youre no better than the tweels . what am i going to do with you ?" he crossed his arms ,, trying to scold you but it wasn't working too well ,, because the moment you wrapped your arms around him he melted . " im sorry 'zul ,, it won't happen again ."

-> jade

• he knew what you were up to ,, maybe not taste testing part but he did have a feeling you were going to bite him with how often you were kissing his hand

• he didnt stop you one bit ,, letting you carry on with your actions

• and when that bite came ,, and your scrunched up face ,, he smiled even wider

• for this man put hand sanitizer on ,, the nasty one in schools that smells like old peanut butter ,, and you got a tongueful of it

• he'd chuckle to himself and ask if you enjoyed it ,, eyes tinted with mischief as you grumbled at him

• note to self : dont bite the man ,, he tastes like grandma hand sanitizer

-

      " my ,, how bold you are ." he chuckled ,, looking at your disgusted face as you stuck your tongue out . " that should give you a warning ,, pearl ,, before you decide to bite me again ."

      you just stuck you tongue towards him ,, crossing your arms and puffing as you turned away . " i just wanna see if you tasted like eel ,," you mumbled . " is that so ?" he replied.

-> floyd

• he bites you all the time ,, and thinks you biting him is your way of reciprocating his feelings

• he'll enjoy that little bite ,, before trapping you in his embrace and placing more bites on you

• when he asks about it ,, he'll laugh at the reason ,, poking your cheeks as he asked if he tasted like eel

• short answer ,, he doesnt ,, he tastes like saltwater if anything ,, fish pee water

• will pout if you pull away from him though :(

• might ask you to bite him again ngl

• though he'll fain innocence ,, pretending to be helpless as you bite him

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      " haha shrimpy ~ how cruel of you ,, biting little ole me ,," he giggled into your neck ,, arms tight around your shoulders . keeping you on his lap ,, his tongue ran over a spot on your neck ,, pressing a kiss before taking a little nibble . " i guess that means you like me huh ?" he licked over the bite mark left behind .

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 10, Uneasy - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, bad jokes, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here. (hand job, fingering, PIV), little bit 'o' dirty talk, coitus interruptus, Bucky being a dumbass, insecurity, thoughts of self harm, arguing, mentions of emotional affair, poorly translated Russian, Pocket giving Bucky more chances than he deserves, really.

Word Count: 2.5k

Previously On...: You made the mistake of watching Bucky and Jade spar in the training room. Needless to say, it was... intense, and you weren't the only one to notice. Looks like others in the Tower are taking bets on how long it'll be before Bucky cheats on you. He promises loves only you, only wants to be with you, and you want to believe his sweet words... you just cant shake the look of guilt that crossed his face when he realized you were watching him and Jade spar. Hopefully, he can prove his devotion to you with a little horizontal sparring of your own.

A/N: I'm sorry. Really, that's all I got for this one. Pocket's reaching her breaking point, but she's not quite there just yet; bare with her as she tries to deal. I mean, would any of us give up on Bucky fucking Barnes until we absolutely had to? I think not, lol.

Part three of this chapter is fairly short; I'll be posting it today, as well.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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Bucky pushed you up against the hard surface of your bedroom door, his lips trailing fire along your skin as he kissed you with an almost animalistic need. You could feel the press of his erection through the fabric of your workout clothing digging into your stomach as you tilted your head back and let out a soft moan.

“Bucky,” you breathed as his hips rutted against you, “we should get inside.”

“Need you so bad, Pocket,” he grunted, fingers finding their way under your shirt and sliding along your already sweat-slicked skin. “Should be getting inside of you.”

“Mmm, clever,” you hummed as you reached behind your bodies for the door handle. You managed to awkwardly twist it open just as Bucky’s hips pressed particularly aggressively, sending you both tumbling through the doorway.

Bucky’s hands were on you before you could fully lose your balance, keeping you upright and supported as he led you both to the couch.

“Bed’s not that far away, Barnes,” you said in between kisses as you began pulling off your clothes.

“Too far away,” he countered, bouncing on one foot as he worked to tug off his sneaker. “You’re lucky I’m too much of a gentleman to take you right on the floor.”

You quirked an eyebrow at that. “Lucky, huh?”

“Remember the rugburn you got last time?” he asked, his smile positively predatory as he gently pushed you backwards onto the cushions, his hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings and pulling them down your legs.

“Touche,” you contended. The memory of your chafed skin certainly had put a damper on the otherwise delightful experience. You might have to talk to Tony about getting some carpet with a little more shag.

You giggled at the thought, causing Bucky to raise a questioning eyebrow as he helped you out of your sports bra.

“I was thinking we might need a better shag carpet for future shagging,” you informed him. His laughter quickly turned into a moan as you reached down into his shorts and took a hold of him, stroking his length.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as he thrust his hips into your hand. “They didn’t make girls like you back in my day.”

You pulled him free from his bottoms and boxer briefs, taking one hand off of him to push the fabric down. “Thank God for that,” you told him. “You might have been tempted to dodge the draft, otherwise. Then where would we be?”

Bucky grunted, and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “How can you make such horrible jokes and still manage to be so fucking hot?” he asked you with a grin.

You took your hands off of his cock, pretending to be offended. “Horrible?! My handjobs are only for people who think my jokes are funny.”

“Did I say ‘horrible’?” Bucky asked in mock confusion, reaching down to run his metal fingers through your waiting folds. The cold touch made your back arch as he inserted two fingers inside of you. “Coulda sworn I said hilarious.”

“Weak save attempt, Old Man,” you panted as he picked up the tempo with his hand. “Judges– fuck– judges allow it, you can put it in. God, put it in!”

“Gotta get you ready, doll,” Bucky grinned down at you. “Get you good and stretched.”

“I swear to God, Barnes, if you don’t start fucking me right now—” you words were cut off by a scream as Bucky took heed of your warning and pushed himself into you, until he was filling you completely. “Yes!” you shouted, relishing in the feeling of being so consumed by him. “Fuck, so good, Buck!” You began thrusting your hips, begging him to move within you.

“Fuck, sweets.” Bucky’s thrusts were hard and forceful. “Takin’ me so well, all with no prep. Making me so proud, the way you’re grabbin’ me. Feel like fuckin’ heaven!”

You reached your hands around his back, digging your nails into the strong muscles of his ass to pull him closer, as though you wanted to leave no space between your bodies. “So big, Bucky,” you moaned into his ear as you hitched a leg around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. “Never had anyone fill me up as good as you! Was fucking made for this cock.”

Your words drove Bucky feral, and like flipping a switch, his thrusts went into overdrive.

Between the sound of slapping skin and your wanton moans, you barely registered Bucky’s cell phone ringing. You paid it no mind as he pounded into you, completely ignoring it until you felt his pace falter. Looking up, you saw him reach over and grab it from the coffee table. 

“Come on, Buck,” you whined, “leave it. I’m sure Steve won't mind waiting a bit.”

Bucky looked from the caller ID to you, a combination of embarrassment and frustration on his face. “It’s Vix,” he said, fingers moving to the screen.

“Ignore it,” you told him, feeling the tide of your impending orgasm slowly slipping back out to sea. 

“It might be important,” he said, his voice sounding pathetic to your ears. 

“Barnes,” you warned, your voice low and icy. 

“It’ll just take one second.” He got up, pulling out of you with a slick sound, and you felt your vagina dry up and board shut, closing for business. He turned his back to you as he accepted the call. You didn’t even bother to listen to his half of the conversation-- nothing she had to say to him was important enough for this, opting instead to get up and go into the bathroom.

Your hands were shaking with rage as you tried several times to lock the door behind you before succeeding. You could not believe your ‘boyfriend’ had just pulled out of you, in the middle of sex, to answer another woman’s phone call. An image of his face from this morning flashed before your eyes as you turned on the shower– the guilt that seemed to cross his features when he had realized you were watching him spar with Jade. You’d been so quick to put it to the back of your mind, to ignore it, but now? After this? God. Was he thinking about her while he was inside of you? You turned the heat of the water up as far as it would go and grabbed your loofah, preparing to scrub the disgust you felt from your skin.

No. You heard Pepper’s words echo in your head– you can’t control what other people do, you can only control your response to them. And you were not going to fall into your old habits over this. You turned the heat down to a tolerable level and lathered your loofah with soap, needing to (gently, you reminded yourself) cleanse your body of the sweat, sex, and shame. 

As you were rinsing the soap from your body, you heard a pounding on the bathroom door. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice was muffled through the wood. “Doll, what’s wrong? Why is the door locked? If I knew you wanted a shower, I would have joined you.”

Was he fucking serious right now? You took your sweet time, not answering him as you finished your shower, toweling yourself off before you wrapped yourself in your robe. 

With a resigned sigh, you opened the door back into your bedroom, half expecting to find Bucky gone, perhaps to have Jade take care of erection she’d prevented you from finishing off. But he was sitting on the edge of your bed, his boxer briefs back on and elbows resting on his knees. He looked up when he heard the door open.

“Hey,” he said, standing and making his way toward you. “Sorry about the interruption. Vix just had some questions about the training schedule for the rest of the week. But that’s all squared away, so we can get back to it.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “You can’t seriously think that I want to have sex with you right now,” you said. Your voice was hard and impassive. 

“What?” Bucky looked genuinely confused. “Why not?”

You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of panties and leggings. With your back to him, you shimmied into them under your robe. “Call me crazy, but I kinda consider you stopping mid-thurst to take a call from another woman, my fucking nemesis, of all people, to be a bit of a mood killer.”

You heard Bucky sigh behind you, and you could just imagine him running his hand through his hair. “Pocket,” he said, “come on. Don’t be so dramatic. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Your entire body stiffened at his words. Turning around slowly, you gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Bucky held his hands palms-out, as if to indicate he wasn’t a threat to you. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. I was just taking a phone call.”

It took every ounce of control you had within you to not explode on him. You closed your eyes and took one, two, three deep breaths that did nothing to calm you. “You took a phone call,” you said, “in the middle of sex. With a girl who has been a problem between us since the moment she showed up. How do you not get that that is not okay? At fucking all?”

“God, I thought therapy was supposed to help fix your problem,” he said, “not make it worse.”

You blanched at that. “My problem?”

“Yes, your problem,” he said, voice rising. “I haven’t done anything wrong, but you keep trying to paint me out to be the bad guy. You make me feel like a fucking cheater when I’ve never even touched her.”

“You don’t need to touch her to be having an emotional affair with her, Barnes,” you said, voice quiet. 

“An emotional affair?” he barked out a laugh. “We’re just friends.” 

“Just friends?” you asked, incredulous. “I’m ‘just friends’ with Steve. Should I take a call from him when I’ve got your dick inside of me?” You watched in real time as Bucky’s expression darkened. You hated using his insecurities about Steve to make a point, but he was leaving you no other choice. You didn’t know how else to make him understand why he was hurting you so badly.

“That’s completely different,” he said through clenched teeth. 

You raised your chin. “It’s not different, at all, and you know it. If I stopped having sex with you to take a call from Steve, you would be livid. And honestly, I’m so disappointed in you for pretending like it’s not the same! That’s so disingenuous, Bucky.”

Bucky tilted his head back and sighed. “I feel like we’re going around in circles here, Pocket,” he said, voice heavy. “You keep getting upset, and I keep trying to reassure you, but it’s like you want there to be something going on between her and I.”

“I keep getting upset because you have no fucking concept of appropriate boundaries, Bucky!” you shouted at him. You startled yourself– you’d hardly ever raised your voice at him in anger. From the look on his face, it had taken him aback, too. “I shouldn’t have to be constantly telling you that your interactions with her are inappropriate for a guy in a monogamous relationship! It’s fucking exhausting, but every time I think we’ve made progress, you turn around and do something that makes me feel even worse!”

“Well, if I’m so fucking exhausting, then why are you even still with me?” he shouted back at you.

You stared at him, eyes wide. Was this it? Was this where he left you for Jade? Had you finally pushed him too far?

But his face immediately fell as he realized what he had just said. “Hell. Doll, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do to make you feel better.” He took a step toward you, opening his arms, and you let him embrace you, though you didn’t hold him back. “I don’t know how to convince you that there’s nothing between her and I.”

You looked up at him. “Think of Steve,” you said. He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at you. “What I mean is,” you continued, “when you’re about to do something with Jade, ask yourself if you would be comfortable with me doing that with Steve, knowing how he feels about me. But instead of Steve being your best friend, imagine that he was actively trying to break us up. Like, would you be cool with me and Steve going off and forgetting about you in Central Park? Or would you be happy watching Steve sit on top of me during a sparring session while you listened to agents talk about it's just a matter of time before we start fucking?” You could tell by the way his arms tense around you that the very thought angered him. “Or if I decided that it was so important that I take a call from Steve that I just stopped having sex with you, even after you told me to ignore it. Don’t tell me none of that wouldn’t make you feel like absolute shit.”

Bucky blew out a breath and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “You’re right,” he said sadly. “That would drive me insane. I’ll work on it. I’ll… I’ll try to think of Steve.”

You sighed. “I need you to do more than try, Buck,” you told him. “I need you to do it. Cause this, the way things are right now? It’s killing me.”

The look Bucky gave you then was enough to break your heart. You knew, you truly knew he wasn’t doing any of this on purpose, but he couldn’t keep falling back on his cluelessness as an excuse. Not anymore. Not when it was destroying you.

“Mne ochen' zhal', moya lyubov'.” I’m so sorry, my love. “I will do it.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him. You were relieved that he was finally, hopefully, seeing where you were coming from, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder how many more times he was going to put you through this. “I love you,” you said into his bare chest.

“I love you, too,” he replied. After a beat, he said: “So, I guess sex is off the table for this afternoon?”

You chuffed at that, then looked back up at him. “Seriously?" you asked, giving him a look. "Obviously, for now; don’t be stupid,” you said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be persuaded to revisit the possibility later.”

Bucky smiled down at you. “I can work with that,” he said. “How about a movie, instead? I’ll take a shower, you grab some snacks from the kitchen, and we can watch whatever you want.”

“Mmm,” you said, feeling hopeful. “You will regret giving me that power, Barnes.”

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[inconmess]

I've been building up this post for quite a while so I think everything in this post is kinda out of order and looks like a bit of a big word vomit... So sorry in advance. Also since it is kinda longer than I realise, I am putting it under the cut. And I am open to any discussion.

(Personally think I may have gotten a few things wrong and if so, please correct me?)

I think the thing about Orym and grief is... A part of him has never let himself grieve his loss properly. He has accepted that they are dead and will never come back, yes. He makes it a point to live up to them everyday, yes. But acceptance is not the same as grief, it is a part of it but not the same.

And this was an interesting discussion I was having with my friends and I feel that it strikes so true here, is the fact that you remember the worst moments of your life more vividly than the happiest moments because in your happy moments, you don't question what happened to you as much as you question your worst moments in life.

And Orym has lived with that question for six years. Now, the same could be said to Ashton and Imogen and Fearne and the rest of the Bells Hells really but as pointed out in this post by @caeslxys. (a really good pot btw) Even though the others have had their questions as to why a particular bad incident happened, Orym has had the shortest time to actually cope with it while for the others, it has been years at this point and maybe they have sort of come to peace with most of their shit before it came back to hit them in their face. And for some, it just hit them recently.

And for Orym the question of "Why?" resurfaces again and again the more he seeks out answers and when he does get the answer... I don't think anyone would really love to learn that the two most important people in their lives were dead because "it was just collateral damage. They didn't really have to die but they did." Not when you were having a happy, peaceful life. They signed up for this, yes. But it is also not fair to have your whole life cut short just because a big shot wants to test a theory.

And I am not trying to say that Orym bringing up his losses every time they have a discussion about the Vanguard is right or wrong because he has every right to and may be wrong at the same time because he is biased. Because at this point, he is very biased.

Apart from what I mentioned above, Orym watched Otohan kill his husband and father. He fought Otohan again and this time lost his life, Fearne and Laudna. He fights Otohan again and nearly loses Keyleth. Fights Otohan again a fourth time and knows that there would've been more losses if FCG hadn't sacrificed themselves. Not to forget Otohan killing Eshteross, something I think Orym internally blames himself for because she read his mind for the information. And even if Otohan is now dead, the loss stays.

I also think that seeing Will when he died had more of a personal impact than he realised because I know while seeing the dead person can sometimes bring some comfort, at the same time, when you are trying to live up to them, trying to answer questions that are just beyond you when you really haven't had the chance to completely grieve and accept, the grief possibly just hits you more.

SO while the Hells have had their personal losses with the Vanguard and Otohan, I think Orym has had the longest beef with the group among them all. He didn't know about the Vanguard 6 years ago, yes. He discovered their name along with the rest of the Hells. But loss wise, Orym was the first of the lot to suffer due to the Vanguard.

This is not me trying to put an exact scale or measurement of the loss cuz it is intangible and stuff. But he's been dealing with it for 6 years. Maybe not for harbouring revenge, but the resentment hasn't completely gone but rather festered the more he seeked answers. So he is going to be extra jaded.

But not to forget the fact that up until Bordor, he did try to see the Vanguard's point too, still kinda does (the locket he took from a Vanguard member as a reminder) but I think by the time of Bordor's betrayal, he's had too many losses with the Vanguard to actually care of their point of view because all he's seen of their group is innocent people getting killed or almost killed for no reason at all.

Bordor's beef as a person from the Vanguard had been against Laudna, Orym and Ashton but he still nearly killed Prism and would've probably marked it off as collateral if she'd died. Dropping off the locket with Bordor doesn't mean that he left all his empathy but at the same time, like he mentions, they are at war. And war doesn't really discriminate amongst people. It just takes.

Like he said to Imogen, I think he still tries to believe the Vanguard can have some people who are good and not all of them are evil but all he's know from the Vanguard at this point is loss and Liliana's blind faith towards Ludinus or Predathos doesn't help.

So back to the recent episode.

Do I think that it is wrong for Orym to bring up to Liliana about his dead family as an answer to her response. No. Do I think it was a wrong time to bring it up? Maybe. Because Liliana was not being confrontational but Orym was turning confrontational the more the discussion happened.

But the thing about Orym saying it to her face is that... It is one thing to know that there have been deaths and even if Liliana didn't directly cause it, she was a part of the group that did and brush it off as collateral damage. And no one does a census or survey post the "collateral damage" on how it affects the other person because now, they have what they want to there is no use to go back there.

And Orym is kinda like that mirror which is like... "SO you had a loss because of the gods and now are going around leaving collateral damage you want to fix stuff? Guess what? Your collateral damage was my life that you just uprooted just like the gods/god people did yours, so are you really any different from the people you hate and the change you want to bring about?" (which is kinda the parallel between Orym and Bordor I find really interesting because this is a cycle that is never ending at the end of the day)

And did Orym need that outlet? Hells yeah. GIVE THAT MAN A HUG!

#long post #critical role #critical role spoilers #orym of the air ashari #the downsides of being a psych student #you analyse the shit out of stuff #at least I do #messy thots #cr speculation #orym needs a hug #Also have 3 continuous exams so if I am going to edit (and later on hate on how I have worded this post...) it will be after 3 days. #character analysis

[inuiiwonderland]

I heard you wanted to write some angst so I got some for you.

Imagine the TWST boys bullied reader which causes it to breaks readers trust all together and is no longer on good terms with them. It's all around thick tension when they are all alone together in a room, so they try to gain readers trust back again and reader wants absolutely nothing to do with them, and whatever they give to reader reader breaks/destroys it in their face. They keep trying, but are greeted with harsh words, or just in general silence. So during this let's imagine she was dating one of the boys during this preferably Trey. So it ends with them confronting her and reader calling them out on their bullshit and most importantly Trey. So reader ends up yelling at them like this so after that they stop trying and reader gets into more fights because Cater and Rook spread false rumors about reader, and you can decide what everyone else did to reader so Reader leaves slamming the door. Reader only let's Ortho be around her which he ends up doing after reader loosens up around him. So reader and Ortho are best friends and everyone tries to get info out of him about reader but Ortho doesn't allow it bc reader told him not to so he shuts them all down.

Gender neutral reader pls? Sorry if it's long too I just rlly like angst 😋

Twst characters x gn! Reader

A/n: omg I am so sorry for this being late😓 I hope you still enjoy tho dear anon:) sorry that it's a bit short and also no worries! Your not being annoying!

Tw: bullying, mentions of mental health(?) Mentions of online harassment and I think that it!

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You sigh as you once again hear another knock coming from downstairs. You couldn't believe that these idiots are still bothering you even after everything they have done to you.

"They won't stop will they?" Grim asks while you just stare at the ceiling.

"No"

Soon another knock was heard again followed by the two voices you wish not to hear.

"Y/n! Please open the door" 

"Can we please talk?" You scoff at their audacity for disturbing you and grims peace. You got up from your bed and opened the window to see them standing outside your door.

"Fucking leave me alone!" You yelled out which grabbed the attention of both ace and deuce.

"Wait-"

Before any of them could finish talking you slam your window shut. You let out a frustrated sigh and clenched your fists.

"The audacity of those two!" You say as you feel tears slide down your cheeks. 

You couldn't believe that they still have the guts to talk to you after what they put you through. Not just them but also everyone. They all bullied the hell out of you to the point that your mental health wasn't good.

They made you feel worthless and a burden to the point that you begged Crowley to hurry up with the process of taking you back home. You couldn't do it anymore. The bullying, insults, and the borderline harassment you received by some of vil and cater followers.

You couldn't take it anymore. Not wanting to talk or see them you kept yourself isolated as possible in ramshackles. Only leaving when it is time for class etc. The only good part about this whole situation was that you had grim by your side. He was there when you would cry after the insults they will throw at you. And not only that, but you had the octotrio plus ortho by your side including malleus, lilia, silver and sebek. 

Without them you're sure you would have gone completely insane by the others bullying. Azul, floyd and jade help you in secret. Pretending that they didn't like you in front of the others but in close doors they would comfort you and try to help you.

But soon, you weren't safe in the comfort of your own dorm when some of them would come by and throw eggs, tomatoes and other things by your door. You felt absolutely useless knowing that this torture won't stop. It became even worse when you later started hearing rumors being spread about you. To the point that other students would ignore you or walk up to you to ask if the rumors were true.

You felt like shit. You didn't know what to do. All you wanted in those moments was comfort. Someone to come whisk you away and tell you that everything will be okay. 

You ignored all of them. Their venomous words and just them in general. Later on you just didn't react to what they had to say. You didn't scream, cry, or plead for them to shut up. 

Nothing

And that is when some of them realize what they had done. Everytime you were in a room with them, they could sense the thick tension in that room. You would just blankly stare ahead with your fists clenched tightly against your side. 

They didn't like this at all. And because of this, they would come up to you and ask to talk but you would just walk past them. Some would try to give you gifs as an apology but you would just stare deep into their eyes and rip or break it infront of their face. 

When some of them would come crying begging you to forgive them but you would just scoff before saying harsh words to them that will cause them to stay there in shock. 

Why would you waste your time if all they did was talk shit about you and treat you like shit. 

Which later leads to trey confronting you alongside riddle, cater and the adeuce duo. 

"Y/n we seriously need to talk"

You just stare at your soon to be ex lover as he starts explaining that your behavior is wrong and childish. And that was when you snapped.

"Childish? Childish?! Oh please trey. My behavior is anything but fucking childish!"

"You guys did this to me! You guys fucking did this to me!!" 

"I had to suffer with you and everyone bullshit! You all caused me nothing but pain and suffering!"

"Y/n-"

"Shut it ace!" He quickly shut up and just watched as you started trembling from anger.

"You are all fucking dead to me"

"You don't mean that" you look at trey and just laugh.

"I do, I fucking mean every fucking word. You are all dead to me and I don't want to talk or see any of you guys again"

"Wait please-"

"And were over trey" 

And you stormed out of heartsalbyul dorm.

You cut off all of them. By changing your number so they won't spam call you during the night and demanding Crowley to not let any of them step even a damn foot near ramshackles.

You also made Crowley change your class schedule so you won't have to see any of them in class. Only having classes with the ones who were there for you during those hard times. And for lunch, you were allowed to eat at the monstro lounge with no chances of bumping into them during lunch time.

Of course, because of this some of them were desperate to talk to you. Seeing that ortho was always by your side, idia would beg his little brother to give him information about how you were doing. Which ortho would just sadly look at him and shake his head as a no to giving his brother any information.

And idia isn't the only one. The others would desperately come to him for any info about you but he would just shut them down and walk away.

They all did everything they could to make it up to you. But you didn't accept any of their apologies or useless gifts. Your friends made sure to not let any of them be near you or even in your eyes of sight. Even if it means that ortho had to shoo his brother away from being near you.

In the end, you didn't forgive any of them and continued to get help from your friends to forget all those horrible memories.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst angst #twisted wonderland angst #ortho shroud #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland imagines

[myfandomprompts]

Dubious Headlines | Aemond Short Story (Part 2/3)

Aemond x Reader Modern!AU [Part 1 - Part 3]

Synopsis: In a world where Dragon Incorporation is the most powerful firm in town, Rhaenyra Targaryen's last announcement sends you, a journalist, to interview the younger sons of the family. However, you did not ask for any of this.

“Please please please, I beg you Y/N.”

“Mathilda, let me remind you that you are the one who owes me one. Not the other way around!”

You put your last coins into the coffee machine, waiting for your beverage to be served, your friend begging next to you.

“I know I do but this is different! All that you have to do is come with me, sit your ass down, raise your hand every now and then and nothing more! You won’t even have to talk.”

You retrieved your cup before raising your eyes at your friend, arching a brow high, jaded. “This actually sounds worse Mathilda. You want me to… what, basically do nothing and watch while I have a ton of work waiting for me? Sorry but next time.”

You made your way to your desk again, determined to not yield to her pleading eyes. She stayed close behind.

“You know it’s more than that! Sam is usually the one to do it, he is on that other thing and you know we have more chances to get picked at press conferences if we are at least two! Come on, those Targaryens serve the best buffets, you will love it! Think of all the people you might meet for your future articles.”

You almost choked on your coffee when you heard the family name of the owners of Dragon Inc., blue and lilac eyes flashing into your mind, but you quickly recovered. “This is a press conference about the subdivision of Dragon Inc.? We are still covering that?” you asked rather eagerly, failing in staying cool in front of your colleague.

“Yes it is. I thought you would be interested since you were the one to get that exclusive interview. Great job by the way!” she winked.

Her attempts at buttering you up failed as you only responded with a cold and hard look, making her cheer smile disappear and be replaced by a grimace. It had been her fault if you had been forced to do that interview. Yes, the article had been a hit online, people a little too feral at the second son’s long due opinion, but you refused to do anything similar again, and you also refused to do other people’s jobs while they decided to bail out of work. Like Mathilda had.

“Tell you what,” she continued, resolute to have you on board, “You come with me, and I am your photographer for Sunday’s event.”

You raised a brow at her again. “You mean the fountain inauguration?”

“Yes yes whatever, I’m your gal.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in hesitation. “I don’t need a photographer.”

“Yeah right. I’ve seen your pictures. I assure you, your articles deserve better photos, and I am quite good at this. Please Y/N.”

She was right, of course, but you were still hesitant. But even if you would not admit it, you had made your decision the minute you heard the word “Targaryen”.

“Let it be clear between us: you still owe me. Big time.”

Mathilda’s face lit up at your words. “You won’t regret it! You are a life saver.”

“Yeah…” you sighed, looking at the unfinished article on your screen.

The corporate headquarters were in the city centre, and thankfully for you, Mathilda seemed to know her way around as you grabbed a press badge and headed in one of the alleys of chairs in the conference hall, taking a seat two rows away from the stage. The loud murmurs began to fade as the subjects of your presence entered the room, taking place on the table in front of mikes.

In your opinion, you thought press conferences to be rather dull, gladly letting your other colleagues attend to them as you preferred to be tasked with other assignments, but every so often you would be forced to attend. Now it was one of those times, except that you only had to raise your hand every now and then, and let Mathilda do what she knew best as you relaxed into your chair. What a blast.

Rhaenyra Targaryen, beautiful and classy looking, was in the middle of the table, towering over the room, next to her uncle Daemon and other people you assumed to be part of the board. Mathilda whispered some of their names into your ear as they took a seat, among them Otto Hightower or Larys Strong, but quickly you weren’t listening any more as you saw three people that needed no introduction enter.

Aegon Targaryen, sunglasses on top of his head and hair tied in a bun, was followed by his sister Helaena, shy in appearance, and finally Aemond, who took place at the far left end of the table, just in front of where your seat was.

You swallowed nervously as you watched his eye scan the entire room with intensity while you took care in making yourself as small as possible, hidden behind the reporter in front of you.

As Rhaenyra opened the conference and hands rose up in the hair, yours included, you witnessed how the one-eyed Targaryen quickly fell into polite boredom, looking sometimes at his phone as all of the questions seemed directed only to his eldest sister. Aegon even engaged in a conversation with his grandfather during one of her replies, by disrespectful intent or simple inattention, you did not know.

At one point you had lost yourself so much in the way Aemond’s fingers moved on the table that the sudden voice of Mathilda next to you, finally picked to ask her questions, pulled you out of your reveries and forced you to pay attention. Her question was unsurprisingly directed at Aegon, and the Targaryen was finally able to talk for the first time. You listened to his voice, which you found to be far less enticing than his brother’s and risked a glance at the man in question, who was now paying attention to what was said again.

You were not prepared for the chills that covered your body when you witnessed his gaze dart from Mathilda, surely looking for the journalist that had taken interest in this brother, and then locking on to you, eyes widening slightly at your sight. You quickly averted your gaze back to Aegon, feigning to be focused on his words as you tried to control your heartbeat, until the eldest son ended his speech and drew your eyes to his brother again, finding him still looking at you. If Aemond Targaryen had been bored moments before, he certainly was not any more.

Mathilda nudged your side to give you a satisfied smile that you returned to her, letting out the breath you did not know you were holding and sat back in your chair, more than happy that the reporter in front of you had moved just enough to hide the silver-haired man from your view.

Then the conference came to an end and you had got up and tried to drag Mathilda by the arm, eager to leave but she had told you that she needed to see a bunch of people first in order to write her article. You had no choice but to stay when someone called out to her in the crowded lobby.

“Miss Swanson!”

Mathilda turned on her heels to face Aegon, smiling and extending his hand to shake hers. “M. Targaryen. A pleasure as always,” she said, warmly returning his smile.

He returned the greetings and when formalities were exchanged, he turned to look at you. “This is my colleague, Miss L/N,” Mathilda introduced you. “She is the author of the latest Westerosi’s article about your firm. Well, for now,” she winked, pointing her finger at her pad.

“Pleased to meet you M.Targaryen,” you said, extending your hand to meet his.

“Ah yes, a fine work you have done. I know my brother can be quite difficult sometimes, but you were up to the task I believe.”

You thanked him with a grateful smile. Aegon Targaryen turned out to be more charming than you had imagined, his confident attitude giving him the true appearance of a leader, even if you did not completely agree with his view on his brother.

Mathilda then inquired about the next steps of Aegon’s plans for his branch among other things, and you quickly lost interest until a tall figure approached Aegon from behind.

“… for the next few weeks. In fact, my brother here-” Aegon said as he saw his brother appear at his side, tapping his back, “-will be the one to take care of it. He is far more knowledgable in this matter than me,” he laughed as Aemond smiled politely, taking his place inside the circle just before you.

“Let me guess. This is about the investment plan, correct?” he inquired, glancing at his brother with a side look.

“Right on the mark as always,” Aegon smiled again. “Lovely Mathilda here had done her homework and already knew of it. It seems that I just cannot hide anything from her.”

Aemond only hummed as his eye examined your friend, lowering his head in a silent greeting before speaking. “This is not supposed to be made public before another week. I would be grateful if you kept the conversation you just had with my brother out of the records please.”

His tone was polite, and his voice soft, and you wondered how this man, possessing such charisma had not made it to the top yet. Mathilda could only nod as Aegon gently chuckled.

“Sometimes I truly wonder if you should not rather be the head of communication, and myself the head of finance brother.”

“Mhh,” was Aemond’s only reply. You all thought he would speak again but he remained perfectly still, hands clasped behind his back and Mathilda resumed her conversation with Aegon again.

You were unable to listen to what they said, Aemond’s eye was once again on you, his lips slightly curved upwards. “I’m surprised to see you here, Miss L/N, I thought that this kind of event wasn’t falling into your usual area of expertise.”

“Oh, I am just Mathilda’s second on this. She needed a plus one," you managed to say, glad to not be the first to break the ice. Or rather the unbearable tension that hanged in the air between you.

“Mh. I thought as much. It seemed we are both doomed to be the shadow of someone today for I am ensuring that Aegon does not say anything he shouldn’t," he smiled, glancing at his sibling. “Although I have already failed, it seems.”

You scoffed at that, glancing briefly at your side where Mathilda and the other Targaryen were deep into conversation. You didn’t know they were that close.

“Did you have the chance to read the article I wrote, M. Targaryen?”

He was tempted to tell you to call him by his first name instead of being so formal, but as he considered it he decided that hearing his name on your lips would be a dangerous thing for his self-control, your voice speaking his last name already music to his ears.

Maybe later. “I did. I really enjoyed it. But I did not expect anything else from you.” he paused as he saw you blush a bit. “From someone from your firm, I mean.”

You weakly nodded, your throat becoming a little dry but at the same time two pairs of eyes landed on you and Aemond as their own conversation ended on their side. “Well, ladies, even though I would rather spend time with you than with all of these vultures, it would be unfair if we stayed to speak with only you instead of sharing our time with your peers. If you will excuse us…”

Aemond’s serious look had reappeared and both brothers were now walking toward another circle of journalists.

You inhaled sharply as you stared into Aemond’s back. “Can we go now? You have everything that you need?”

“Hey, don’t be so grumpy, you just met two of the most influential men in town!”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed as you both walked to the exit. “You still owe me one.”

It was cold for a Sunday morning, hands safely tucked into your coat as you walked toward the main plaza where a small crowd had already gathered. Officials from the city hall were standing next to the inaugural ribbon installed for the occasion, and you waved at the several familiar faces as you scanned the crowd to find your newly appointed photographer.

“Here you are! Way to be on time Y/N.”

“There was traffic from the main road to here. It was to be expected.”

Mathilda looked over your shoulder to where you just came from, acknowledging the mass of cars.

“I guess. Really thought it would be too cold for anyone to show up. Anyway, I took some pictures already,” she said as she put out her camera for you to see. “The mayor… the architect team… and oh look! How cute is this dog?”

You chuckled as you saw the picture of a dog stretching, his tiny tail in the air.

“Very cute! Did you get a picture of M. Hernet?” you asked, looking around for the man in question.

“Who?” your friend said, face confused.

You sighed in despair. “The deputy. The one in charge of the project, the most important man of the event?”

Her confused look deepened as you watched her face become slightly worried. You regretted your behaviour at once.

“Sorry just, don’t worry he will be the one to cut the ribbon anyway, you will get a better picture then.”

Mathilda nodded, reassured. Where she knew the business world, you knew the political world and culture, and as you made your way across the crowd to do your job, Mathilda continued her task at taking pictures admirably.

It took a whole hour of hand shaking and recorded conversations between officials and citizens before the inauguration began and for the deputy to take place behind the rostrum and speak. You only had to stand back and take notes for now, Mathilda next to you.

“… and I would like first to thank our most generous benefactor that made this fine homage to our beloved city possible, M. Aemond Targaryen from Dragon Incorporation who is here with us today…”

You felt blood rush into your ears as applause erupted around you, following the deputy’s gaze to land on the silver-haired man standing next to his assistant and the mayor, politely smiling as the people cheered him briefly. You felt Mathilda’s jaw drop next to you.

“Oh my god… did you know about this?”

You shook your head in response as you kept staring at him, wondering how you did not notice him before, his perfectly groomed hair glittering in the sun and a long green coat, making him ethereal.

“That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him attend official stuff like that,” your friend commented, quite surprised yourself at his presence but deciding that for the moment, you had to focus on the speech above all else.

The deputy kept on with a rather long one, enumerating other benefactors and underlining the importance of city identity for what seemed like an eternity before the scissors were brought to him. Still focused but feeling the event near the end, you put away your pen and kept your notes safely into your hands as Mathilda had gone to find a higher point to find a better angle to take pictures.

You slowly found yourself in the back of the crowd as the deputy cut the ribbon, revealing the brand new fountain with the statue of Bran the Builder, an eminent historical figure of your town.

“That’s rather ugly, isn’t it?”

You jumped at the voice next to your ear, finding Aemond Targaryen standing next to you, eye examining the face of Bran the builder with an interested look. Damn he was tall.

“It’s not that bad,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at Bran’s disproportionate body, crooked nose and prominent moustache, trying to ignore how good the man at your side smelled.

“Don’t lie Miss L/N. I know you have finer tastes than this, I have read your articles on the latest art exhibition at the city gallery.”

You felt a jolt of pride as you realised that Aemond Targaryen had taken an interest in your other works, but you decided to play it humble.

“At least he is recognisable,” you replied, internally laughing. “You like art, M. Targaryen?”

“I do. In fact my mother and I had opened a gallery of our own to expose art that deserved better treatment in our opinion. You would love it, I think.”

You looked at him with enthusiasm, your interest definitely picked up as he looked very satisfied with himself.

“Is it open to the public? I have never heard of it.”

“Not yet, but I would be honoured if you were the first to review it and publish something about it. I know your opinion to be usually of value and on point."

“Then I will stop by,” you grinned, happy to be part of such an exclusive occasion. You knew his mother Alicent was a reputed art amateur with a very good eye for talented painters. No wonder his son would be as refined as her.

You both watched in comfortable silence as people kept on applauding at the structure, the mayor advancing to shake hands with the deputy and the architect’s team, big smiles on their faces. Then your journalist instinct kicked in again.

“I have to ask,” you began, “As a benefactor, was the contribution in the name of your firm or was it your own money?”

“If you wish to interview me again, we should find a less crowded place to do so Miss L/N.”

“It’s a simple question. It can be off the record if you want," you replied. “And you can call me Y/N.”

Aemond’s gaze scanned you with intensity, pausing as you unconsciously reached for your pen again, awaiting his response. “Very well, Y/N,” you felt something twitch in your stomach at that last word as he reported his eye on the statue. “On the record, I will say that our family takes great care in our city's legacy, since we are ourselves descending from the founders, so it was important to us that the company as a whole contributes to further establish its greatness.”

You stopped yourself from arguing over the veracity of his claim about his family being one of the founders and kept on.

“So you are only here as your family representative?”

“Correct,” his eye did not glance away from the fountain as he leaned in closer to you, his breath reaching your skin. “And, off the record, I have hated every moment of it until now.”

You could only stare at him as he stood back straight again, a faint smile on his lips, and you thought that your heart had stopped beating. He had to stop whatever he was doing, or else you would be unable to remember how to breathe properly.

“For what it’s worth,” you said, clearing your throat as you reported your gaze on the fountain as well. “I think you are doing a great job for someone who doesn’t like public appearances.”

You felt his eye pass on you briefly but said nothing before the mayor took the stand again, stealing your professional attention as you listened to him thanking subordinates and the citizens for their unfailing support. You felt your body relax as the people started to step closer in order to examine the fountain, letting your arms fall at your sides leisurely.

The next moment you felt your fingers touch something warm and quickly looked down to see Aemond’s hand inches away from yours. Your index then seemed to move on his own accord, reaching for the back of his hand that remained perfectly still, and in your trance state you could feel blood pump into your ears.

You completely lost yourself in the feeling of how soft his skin was for a moment, all things around you put on mute, until you saw his hand twitch, as if suddenly awaken by your touch. It made you realise what you were doing and pull out your hand in a sharp movement, apologising immediately as you met his perplexed look. What the hell were you doing?

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, I didn’t mean to-”

“Your hands are freezing,” he interrupted.

And yours are burning hot, you thought. It was incredible how warm his skin has been under your fingers, convinced that his touch would leave a mark on yours.

“Oh it’s nothing, I get cold hands really quickly so…”

He reached for your hand again and it took everything you had not to moan on the spot as he put it inside both of his palms, sending shivers up into your arm at his warmth. You could have stayed hours like this, yearning for more while he just stared at your palm, tracing small circles into the inside of your wrist. You both said nothing, his eye slightly hooded with something you did not recognise and after a while, it was his turn to realise what he was doing and gently let go of your hand, tucking his hands back safely into his coat pockets before further embarrassing himself. Your skin itched in frustration.

“You should drink something warm,” he stated, looking around him, his face becoming slightly red. “There is a c-”

“M. Targaryen!”

A man called Simon, the city hall press supervisor that you had known for many years now, was making his way through the crowd, and as he saw you next to Aemond, his eyes brightened when he recognised you. “Ah Y/N! Beautiful as always….” he said, shaking your hand as you briefly sensed Aemond tense slightly next to you. “I’m glad they sent you!”

“Who else?” you smiled back, happy for the distraction he granted you from Aemond’s burning touch. He turned to the man in question.

“M. Targaryen, would you be so kind as to join the mayor in order to take some pictures? It will only take a moment.”

You saw him bite his lip in frustration, clearly not attracted by the prospect of doing such a public act, but he ultimately obliged, following Simon to the front as you tried not to think of how his lower lip had slightly reddened at the movement.

“Okay, I think I have everything,” you heard Mathilda say as she reached you, eyes locked on the screen of her camera. “You’re gonna be happy with those.”

You only hummed in acknowledgment as you watched Aemond display a fake smile of contentment and shake hands amidst the camera flashes. You tried not to cringe too much when multiple women went to him in order to talk to him as the mayor released him.

“What are you staring at like that? You’re not even blinking.”

You detached your gaze from Aemond at once, not wishing for Mathilda to conclude anything before turning on your heels to leave.

“Nothing. I’ll head home and start writing. You’ll send me the picture soon, okay?”

Mathilda nodded as she watched you leave, clearly taken aback by your shift of mood.

Near the fountain, Aemond cursed the many people blocking his way as he saw you leave.

Part 3

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Sled Ride Together With Yuu (Jade Leech)

a/n: Yuri write something that isn't about Jade challenge (impossible). This is just some random stuff set during the Harveston event. I have half a thought written out for Idia that was supposed to go on this post but turns out the next part comes out today and I know I won't be happy to finish that until I complete the available story content. Sorry :/

notes: Jade is a red flag and Yuu is implied to be comically short, what are we? energy being answered with a shrug emoji, no one in NRC knows how to communicate and this includes Yuu.

“Well if Mount Moln is involved I might know someone who would be interested.  Not too sure if he’d be down for the sled race, though.” 

“There’s no need to be so shy prefect.”  He had interjected, fully intending to round on you and tease as soon as he was finished making his pitch to Epel.  But you, delightful, unpredictable, beautiful you had instead rolled your eyes at him once he obtained your friend’s blessing and went in on the attack.

“As cute as your self-confidence is, I wasn’t going to suggest you.”  Both he and Epel are left flustered as you sigh and turn to the most unexpected of persons.  “Idia you’re going to miss the QTE.”

“Cute.”  He pouts at your back, you’ve barely spared him a glance this trip unless prompted.  You had avoided commenting on his applepom Idia’s too but he certainly wasn’t paying extra attention to how you treated him, even after he spoke his mind about yours.  His sanity’s only current saving grace was the way your pupils had dilated the first time you had been forced to look at him; otherwise he might have been forced to assume all the careful months of dancing around your unspoken little attachment to one another was the misread of the century.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait much longer to find out what you are currently "arguing" about.  The entire trip is practically made worth it with the little stall Epel guides them to, filled with the bounty of the mountain he was so eager to witness.  His eyes dart over the stall, wondering if he can maybe convince Epel he should be allowed back sometime in the future when he has time to spare.  A month perhaps?

“... I have no idea what any of that meant.”  says Sebek as Jade rattles off plant names.

“Sounded like monster or mecha names to me.”  mutters Idia.  You sigh.

“He’s just using the scientific names for the plants; it's not that hard.”  He smiles as you finally move to his side, gladly adjusting to be as close to you as currently acceptable.

“Did you recognize any of them?”  Epel asks, genuinely impressed as you nod.

“I should hope so,” Jade interjects before you can respond “we certainly discuss plants enough in the Mountain Lover’s Club.”

“YOU’RE A MEMBER OF THE MOUNTAIN LOVER’S CLUB?”  Sebek asks at a completely normal volume and you roll your eyes, suddenly remembering that you’re supposed to be angry at Jade who is taking a bit too much pleasure in this revelation.

“Unfortunately.”  You mutter and Jade laughs.

“It’s just the two of us.”

“Oh so it’s Fungus when one of my friends invites me somewhere you want to go but fungi when it comes to storing the climbing gear?”  You huff and Jade blinks.  Oh.

OH.  He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.  So that’s what this was all about.

Jade turns towards you, eyes dangerously aglow as he lets out a pitiable, put upon sigh, slipping his right hand free of his glove.  “Darling,” he says with that toothy smile, in just condescending enough a tone you nearly miss the desire swimming in the subtext of how he traces your jawline with his long, cold fingers “you keep suggesting that I’m causing problems for myself on purpose.  If I’ve caused you distress, please do forgive me.”  He leans downward, gently pointedly kissing your forehead and nuzzling your hair, dropping his voice in both tone and volume to murmur in your ear.  “I assure you, I can reach our things just fine.” 

You really, really, r e a l l y want to shriek and cuss him out, but it’s all you can do to steady your breathing with how keenly aware you are of every eye in Kokko Market heavily judging you both.  Jade seems blissfully unconcerned, you know he’s not unaware, as he pulls his focus away from you and back to his purchase and Epel mercifully, though clearly judgemental, tugs you away with the rest of the group deeper into the market.

The merchant is trying hard not to laugh, though Jade quickly notes it’s not at him.

“I used to do the same thing.”  Jade’s polite smile returns, eyes darting momentarily to the small woman sitting next to the stall who appears to be competing in the reddest apple contest Epel mentioned earlier with the shade she’s turned.  “It’s just so cute to watch how far they’ll go before asking for help.”  

“It really is.”  He agrees, pulling his hand back into his glove as he prepares a few fake tears.  “Still I am worried I’ve gone a bit too far this time.”

“Aww chin up.”  the merchant finally audibly laughs.  “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make up for it.”  The red woman sighs, still embarrassed but settled enough to face him finally.

“If you’re looking for suggestions, I might have one in mind.”

~~~

You’re quite finished huffing and puffing by the time Epel allows them to take a break from sledding practice, though Jade’s presence still causes you to stiffen.  He apes embarrassment well enough, though you’d like to think you know enough about his acting that your skepticism is warranted. 

“I don’t suppose you have any comments to offer?”  he asks innocently enough.  “You seemed to be observing quite diligently.”  You snort, he’s practically screaming praise me.

“Not anything substantial.”  you dodge, still too flustered from earlier to even think about throwing Idia or anyone else under the bus again.  “I’m afraid plush sledding is beyond me.”  

“How disappointing, you seemed so enthralled with the animals earlier.”  You sigh and brace yourself, gearing up for another… conversation making the mistake of closing your eyes to center yourself.  “You know I was wondering something.  Earlier when Epel was talking about stuffed animals, he never bothered to ask about you.”  That was not where you were expecting the conversation to go, and when you look up at him he does seem interested to a degree.

“Stuffed animals are popular in my world.”  it sounds lame to say.  Sort of like confirming your world’s humans also breathe air.  You’re so embarrassed you find your gaze naturally drawn to your shoes as you kick lamely at the snow.  “Um.  I had a teddy bear when I was a kid I really liked.  That’s a sort of stuffed bear but it doesn’t look anything like Idia’s-”  Something soft hits the side of your face and you turn to look up at Jade in surprise.  You come face to face with a plush reindeer, similar to the one Jade’s been practicing with for the past few hours being pushed forward to boop your nose.  You sneeze as he laughs, tugging you forward into his arms when you attempt to take the plush; that familiar heat of embarrassment floods back into your chest as you try to resist the urge to squeeze it to death.

“How unfortunate.”  he sighs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips similar to the way he looks when inspecting a plant he really likes, only this time he’s inspecting you.  “Here I was thinking I finally had a chance at making some progress, but you’re still talking about other men.”  He bends down to your level again, pressing his forehead to yours with a content sigh.  “You will be rooting for me I trust?”

“A bit greedy to want me all to yourself, don’t you think?”  There’s not even a hint of malice in your voice, you can’t bring yourself to pretend to be mad anymore as you try to focus on the gift and not your rapidly beating heart.

“Oya, are you saying I don’t already?”  and technically, no he does not.  He hasn’t asked, but that’s something you are content to keep fishing for later, for now you just blow a raspberry that he kisses into as you sigh in content.

*I left the merchant gender neutral since they aren't mentioned in game to my knowledge. I was picturing a cottage core lesbian couple though.

**I'd like to think originally no one joins the mountain lovers club because they're afraid of Jade and then after this Yuu joined everyone stayed extra far away because they didn't know what was going on, but they didn't want to be in the middle of it. Hence Sebek screaming and Epel judging.

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Please, Part 3 of Punk Jade, you're giving me more of a reason to simp for this man-

I will honestly GLADLY turn into a Jade-fic blog i am so far gone when it comes to this man... Sorry for the wait guys! Uni had me in a chokehold (again) but LETS GET BACK TO SIMPING

A Look Into The Past (Pt. 3)

Jade Leech x Reader ;

On a rare day off, Jade found himself pondering Professor Crewel's fashion tips when it came to styling his piercings but couldn't decide for himself. Who else to ask for opinions other than you?

(we're back again folks!! again thank you so much for the love on this fic!! I'll be considering posting this on Ao3 as a full series after this one XD THANK YOU!!!)

Reader is a Sophomore in this fic, just like the twins!

Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 2 Here!

"U-Um, so that's what you called me out for?" "Yes, exactly."

When Jade had contacted you saying that there was a "disaster", you certainly didn't expect the disaster to be the eel-mer's own wardrobe. You were surprised at the amount of clothes he had, but a few of them are quite... distasteful, to say the least.

When Jade wore his ear piercings to school the other time, he was stopped by none other but Professor Crewel and was given an earful about how to dress and act when wearing such flashy accessories. Granted, they were at school so it can't be helped, but Crewel made sure to make Jade remember his fashion tips for days off like today.

"Did Floyd get you this?" You hold up a purple shirt with a drawing of an eel, and big blocky text saying "Mentally Eel". You grimaced at how tacky the shirt was. "Ah, yes he did. Floyd has the habit of collecting anything eel-related in the surface world, you see."

You had to stifle a laugh at the thought. "Ah, that's where he got those eel keychains."

You rummaged through Jade's wardrobe (with permission, of course) and pulled out most of his clothes, gently putting them down and organizing them by type. There were a few normal button-up shirts, a pair of pajamas, Jade's hiking clothes and equipment, and let's not forget the winter clothes he wore on his trip to Harveston. (You wonder why he wore shorts AND leggings with his hiking wear, but you're not gonna question it.)

"What did Crewel say about them anyway? And uh, why me out of all people? I'm pretty sure someone like Vil or Cater could give you much better insight?" You ask. Jade tilts his head, pondering for a second. "Why, I suppose it's because you were the first person to pop up in my mind. I couldn't hope to bother our seniors, after all. Besides, your sense of fashion is quite good."

Bullshit reasoning. Or so you say, but you feel your ears heat up from the thought of Jade thinking of you. "Oh. I-I see." Jade wasn't lying when he said you had a good sense of fashion though, your choice of outfits on days off were always endearing to him. You were wearing a blouse paired with black overalls today, which looked both comfortable and fashionable at the same time.

"What did Crewel say?" "Hm... He said that a relaxed, mature look would suit for a lesser amount of accessories, to put it simply. Either that, or something simpler to accentuate the accessories if we were to wear more amounts."

Perhaps it's time for a little fashion show, then?

You quickly look around and pull out a few pieces of clothing- A pair of white pants and bright blue and yellow short sleeved shirt, giving off a bit of a tropical vibe. Jade took the clothes gratefully, putting them on the bed for him to change into.

"Oh? Are you perhaps going to watch me change, or~?" "I-I'M NOT! I'M LOOKING AWAY!!!" Your face shone red, quickly turning around to look at the door instead. Jade chuckled quietly, unbuttoning his shirt and taking them off. You can clearly hear the sound of him unzipping his pants as well, making you wipe your sweat off your forehead. (there's the urge to peek, but you better not.)

"Alright, I've finished changing. What do you think?"

You nervously turn around, and closely examined Jade in your chosen clothes. "It looks pretty good! I think a bit of a messier look would look nice with lots of accessories on your ears, like if you unbuttoned a few from the top of your shirt."

Jade complies, messing up his hair slightly and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his collarbone, and you feel yourself regretting your words.

"I quite agree. The colors of the shirt pop with the addition of the white pants, and the silvers of the metal can be clearly seen."

"A-Ah, yeah!" (remember to look respectfully, dear) "Can you lean down for a sec?" Jade kneels down to your level sitting on the floor, and you take out a few of his accessories from the little wooden box he kept neatly inside his wardrobe. You picked up a few unused piercings and tried mixing and matching them on his ears, laughing when Jade comments your fussing over his ears tickles quite a bit.

"But it's not really your style, honestly... A flashy look like this kinda fits Floyd more." You comment, but deep down you think it wasn't a bad change of pace to see Jade in something other than buttoned-up shirts and suits. Turning back to the clothes pile, you pick out another set of clothes- this time, it was a comfy white turtleneck with black dress pants. You also found a brown trench coat in the depths of his wardrobe, which Jade said his parents' acquaintances gifted him for his birthday and he didn't know how to style it.

You looked back to the door once again as he changes out of the clothes, putting the new set on quickly and gracefully. "Oh, this definitely feels much more my style."

You turned around to see for yourself, and your eyes shone excitedly seeing him in the new getup. "Oh! Definitely!!" You cheered, giggling while at it. "You surprisingly suit the more mature-but-comfortable look, Jade." The eel-mer chuckles, sitting back down on the floor. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks so. What about the accessory choices, then?"

"Hmm... Crewel said that less is better in this getup, so just a little..." Picking up a few ring shaped ones, you carefully put a few piercings on Jade's ears- a simple look, consisting of the double helix on top of his ears and a couple of silver studs along his lobes.

"There! Well it isn't exactly a little either, but..."

Jade looked at the mirror in his room, a satisfied smile on his face. A smile that is neither shady, plotting, or emotionless- a genuinely happy smile. "My my, I was correct in assuming you had good taste in fashion. I'm rather confident in this look, actually. It's comfortable enough for me to move in, and yet still maintaining the fashionable aura from the coat."

You had a grin on your face, proud of your handiwork. "All thanks to you being a good model! And for having a variety of clothes I can choose from, haha."

You had quickly put the rest of his clothes back into his wardrobe after making a few other suggestions, and dusted yourself off as you stood up. "I should probably get going now, I wouldn't want to invade for too long." You say, stretching your arms and getting ready to get back to your dorm. You open the door, stepping out from his neat room.

"Ah, before that." Jade called out, following you outside. He quickly (and rather smoothly) took your hand in his, closing and locking up his room. "Since we're already in decent clothes, what do you say I take you on a small trip around Sage's Island? Perhaps we can stop by and grab some food. My treat of course, after you've oh-so graciously helped me."

Your cheeks heat up, and you feel your gaze lowering to stare at the floor instead of the man in front of you.

"...Is this your way of asking me out?" "Perhaps. Do you accept?"

You couldn't bring yourself to decline his offer. (Your empty stomach also couldn't.)

"S-sure then. I'd love to, Jade."

"Splendid. It's a date, then."

#✨RitcchanWrites #✨TwistedRitchuland #✨RitcchanDreams #✨ritcchama's crazy simpery #UUHGGHHHHH HES SO HOT #ITS BEEN WEEKS AND IM STILL NOT OVER IT #SIR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASE #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #twisted wonderland imagines #octavinelle #twst jade #jade leech x reader #jade x reader

[twst-drabbles]

I love the idea of jade in a maid dress! Definitely feel like long skirts fit him more too, I feel like Floyd would wear a shorter skirt with a maid dress. Bit nsfw, of the twst cast who would wear a more slutty maid dress and who would wear more modest ones? (Sorry if this doesn’t make sense English is not my first language)

Funny part about it is that Floyd would wear a short skirted maid outfit not to be sexy but because it's easier to move in. His boxers would show and they clearly don't match the maid outfit. Let's see, let's see.

Alright, so Rook is of the unique variety where, no matter the length of the maid outfit's skirt, he'd always make it feel slutty one way or another. That's just within his power. Oh and obviously he's not wearing anything under.

Vil would 100% wear a maid outfit with a long skirt. He needs to be classy, but his main focus would probably be what goes on under that skirt. Wouldn't shock me if he prepared lingerie under all that fancy wear.

Leona... yeah no, he cannot make it sexy. He's the kind of man that wears the short skirted maid outfit, but refuses to take off his pants. You want to see up his skirt, you have to work for it. That's if he's in the mood.

Malleus is another maid with the long skirt and long sleeves. He has little clue in maid play and actually ends up cleaning your things because he gets too into the zone. He will break things though. Really gotta walk through the steps of what's fun for you because if you point him in one direction, he will march nonstop towards it.

Azul I feel would be another long skirted individual, with the maid dress being real puffy. Lots of ruffles all around. Looks real warm to wear in the winter time.

Epel I think would go for the mid route and have a knee-length skirt. Doesn't want his underwear to show, but also doesn't want it to be too long. He'll trip over it! Also Vil would make him wear that frilly headdress that comes with the maid outfit.

Riddle's maid outfit would be above the knees that's because he's always so busy. He's real flustered about wearing one, obviously, but eventually ends up forgetting he's wearing one at all if he's busy enough. It's funny to remind him that wearing the thing and watch him turn red all over again.

Ace and Deuce both wear short skirts. Depending on their mood and what they're feeling, Ace will probably go all out and wear those thigh high socks with garter belts just to mess with the onlooker, while Deuce goes for a more sweet route and wears ankle socks and cute mary janes shoes. Both are wearing briefs.

Jack, at first, wears the shorter skirt for ease of movement, but ends up switching to a thin long skirt instead. But the sleeves must be short. Does not want long sleeves. He thinks he doesn't fit this style at all, being so big and buff. So he always ends up looking grumpy and embarrassed.

Idia's a long skirt wearer and will be mumbling about the aesthetics of the maid outfit under his breath and how it has to be this specific way because short skirts are for the degenerates that do not appreciate the classics. You know, classic "I'm better than the rest of you normies, because if I'm not, I literally have nothing." Idia.

Lilia... short skirt as his present version, long skirt for his General days. Lilia would wear those huge chunky gothic lolita shoes even though he likes to float half the time. Would do some stylish rips in the apron and probably add a little color here and there.

Silver is a long skirted one, long sleeves too. Has an overly decorative headdress that's basically a bonnet. Does not suit him. Clearly made by Lilia with whatever flowers he found, yarn that he found nice, and colorful glittery streamers and bedazzled as well. Silver got the multi-layered skirt purely because it's comfy.

Sebek's is also long, but he got it a little too long so he ends up ripping it or tripping over it as a result, especially when he gets into another Malleus rant. He walks so stiffly too, which does not help his balance.

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[bun-lapin]

The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 3)

Summary: The housewardens have a gingerbread house competition

A/N: I meant to post this part yesterday after dinner but things kinda got away from (>_<) Sorry about that! In any case, here's part 3! Almost at the end~! <3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4/END - AO3 (whole fic)

Word Count: 1.2 k CW: crack, silly, shouting, insults, mild swearing, candy/gingerbread

The group of housewardens silently watch Azul fumble blindly with the second half of his gingerbread construction for the next few minutes. After watching him splatter icing all over his shirt sleeve and then nearly knock a glass bowl of gumdrops onto the floor, Vil sighs wearily and shakes his head, “I know I insisted earlier that we must all build our houses without any outside help, but this is frankly becoming almost too painful to watch. Azul, would you like some help? I could literally whip up a vision correcting potion in just a few minutes if you ask me to.”

Azul squints in Vil’s general direction and flashes him a strained smile, “While I appreciate the offer, I’m afraid I must decline. A potion from the famous Vil Schoenheit sounds a bit too pricey for me.” He lets out a short laugh filled with puffed-up bravado and adds, “Besides, as you can see, I don’t even need my glasses for this kind of work! I can operate on instinct alone when it comes to food competitions. Things are going just swimmingly!”

Holding up a gingerbread cookie decorated with teal frosted hair and mismatched eyes, Kalim lets out a wheezing kind of giggle and says breezily, “Nice pun there, Azul! And good job telling Betta-chan-senpai the facts! We don’t need no stinkin’ potion!” Holding up another, almost identically decorated cookie, Kalim continues in a smoother and more refined tone, “While I agree with my brother’s enthusiasm, I would like to point out that you have icing on your sleeve, Azul.”

After glancing down at his sleeves, Azul nonchalantly pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and begins to wipe the icing away. Squinting over at Kalim, he remarks, “I assume those two cookies are supposed to be Jade and Floyd? What sort of candies did you decide to decorate them with?”

Kalim lets out a bright peal of laughter and holds the cookies closer to Azul for him to see better. “I decided to get a little creative this time and decorated them with flavors they like! So for Jade, I used dried mushroom pieces and for Floyd I used bonito flakes dyed with food coloring!”

Azul recoils away from the cookies with a look of thinly veiled revulsion on his face. After quickly regaining his composure, he clears his throat and remarks, “Those are some very… interesting choices for decorating cookies.”

From his seat at the end of the table, Riddle looks up from his work with his eyebrows raised, “Kalim, gingerbread cookies are traditionally decorated with sweets. Your choices seem to be more on the savory side.” As he finishes his statement, one of his gingerbread pieces falls away from the overall structure and lands with a sticky splat into a puddle of icing. Riddle briefly closes his eyes in barely restrained fury and then picks up the offending gingerbread in a death-grip. He firmly presses it back into place and liberally pipes more icing along the sides.

Raising yet another cookie, this one decorated with dark-green icing hair and glasses made from licorice strips, Kalim asks in a familiar and slightly teasing voice, “Speaking of sweets, Riddle, do you need some help with your gingerbread construction? I’d be more than happy to give you some tips I learned in my family’s bakery.”

Riddle snaps back almost instinctively, “I certainly do not need any help, Trey–I mean, Kalim!” With a little growl of frustration he pushes his dangerously leaning and messily frosted gingerbread pieces together even harder and mutters to himself, “What am I, a child? As if I need any extra help attaching two cookies together. For goodness sake!”

Vil looks over at Riddle’s rapidly deteriorating gingerbread scene and shakes his head with a kind of weary sympathy,  “I understand that the whole off-center, ‘leaning’ type of aesthetic is part of Heartslabyul’s unique charm, but this goes beyond the pale. Your design is just honestly not structurally sound!” Clucking his tongue a bit reproachfully, he turns back to his work and adds, “You’re the only one here who has a vice housewarden with a background in the pastry arts. Did you even consult Trey at all when you drew up that elaborate blueprint?” 

Riddle’s face flushes a light shade of red at Vil’s words and he slaps a hand down on the table, narrowly missing his gingerbread pieces, and shouts, “I beg your pardon?! As I have said time and time again, I do not need any assistance with this!” The impact of Riddle’s hand hitting the table shakes three more gingerbread walls loose from his structure. Quickly grabbing the fallen pieces and squishing them together with another generous dollop of icing, Riddle shouts to no one in particular, “I am perfectly capable of building any scene I choose out of gingerbread and candy! I don’t need Trey to hold my hand for an activity as childish as this!” 

Picking up a nearby spatula, Riddle points it at Vil in an accusatory way before using it to scoop more icing onto his gingerbread, “And while we’re on the concept of ‘structurally sound’, what exactly are you putting on your house right now? Is that an actual diamond?!”

Vil pauses for a second and then resumes his placement of a strawberry sized, white gemstone on one corner of his gingerbread mansion. Reaching into a large bowl filled with jewelry, he pulls out a gold chain and replies breezily, “It’s actually a white sapphire.”

“That–!!” Riddle slams his hand down on the table once more, dislodging a handful of peppermints that clatter noisily downwards to the floor. “You can’t use jewelry for your decorations! They’re not edible!” he shouts angrily, the shade of red on his face getting progressively darker.

Arching one eyebrow, Vil replies, “In my experience, no one ever eats gingerbread houses so everything might as well be inedible. I’m simply embellishing my gingerbread house with a small amount of jewelry for aesthetic purposes. The majority of my structure is made of gingerbread and thus, should meet the qualifications of the contest.”

Holding up a blonde-haired cookie wearing a large marshmallow hat, Kalim dramatically cries out, “You’ve outdone yourself, mon roi~! Your house is the very vision of elegance and loveliness! Beauté!”

Draping a string of pearls along the roof of the house, Vil smoothly replies, “Thank you, Rook. I know.”

Clenching his fist angrily, Riddle jumps to his feet and shouts, “You cannot–!”

His outburst is interrupted by the wet sound of several icing heavy gingerbread pieces toppling over the edge of the table and falling into a sad little heap on the floor. The soggy cookies have absorbed so much icing, they look more like thick pieces of wet cardboard and Riddle looks down with an unreadable expression on his face. Slowly raising his head, he gazes off into the distance above everyone’s heads and politely says, “Please excuse me.”

Swiftly turning on his heel, Riddle walks quickly through the cafeteria door and shuts it firmly behind him. A few beats of silence pass by as the group of remaining housewardens sit and listen. Their patience is rewarded when they hear a sudden, spine chilling scream of pure fury followed by the unmistakable sound of several fireballs being launched in the air. The room trembles from the amount of magical energy just outside, causing the table to violently shake for a moment. The tremors, combined with the weight of metals and jewels, is too much for Vil’s gingerbread house to bear and it collapses in on itself.

After silently staring at the ruins of his house for several minutes, Vil shakes his head wearily and reaches for more gingerbread. He mutters to himself, “Honestly, I’ve salvaged worse fashion disasters than this.”

-to be continued in part 4-

#they're having fun lol #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst fanfic #twst housewardens #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #bun lapin écrit

[fayfayrxx]

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐢

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: Jade has invited Tori over to work on an assignment for Sikowitz, but the two get distracted, and end up having a pillow fight, ending with flirty remarks.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: enemies -> friends w tension, fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, unless pillow fights trigger you idk

Rain tapped against the windows gently, which would have put Tori right to sleep, if it weren’t for the screaming and sounds of knives slicing skin interrupting the peace. Not real skin and screams, of course, just “The Scissoring.” Normally, Tori wouldn’t have watched this movie in her free time, and she wasn’t- she was at Jade’s house - solely for the purpose of homework though (which Jade insists).

The reason why Tori was in her enemy’s house was that Sikowitz assigned them to write a short story together for homework and act it out the next class. Normally, this would be easy for the two girls, but because they need to work together it has proven to be more difficult. What wasn’t part of the homework, however, was to be cuddled up next to each other while one was on the verge of tears from fear. That one being Tori, of course. The only reason why Jade was currently tolerating this is because Tori was watching the movie with her, which took enough convincing in the first place.

Tori’s face was nuzzled into the crook of Jade’s neck, her hand grasping onto the other black, lacy shirt. Jade, on the other hand, was just laughing under her breath, teasing Tori as she cowered.

“Really, Vega, I’d assume you would have seen at least some slashers in the 18 years of your pathetic life?” She’d comment teasingly, which resulted in Tori gasping in an overdramatic, teasing manner. She’d release Jade from her grasp and would grasp a pillow, quickly hitting Jade’s shoulder with it.

“Hey! Don’t be talking so much smack when I’m the one who wrote the whole paper!” She’d say, instantly regretting the words as Jade shot her an icy, terrifying glare as she picked up the pillow again. Tori would instantly attempt to scramble away, flailing wildly, and failing. “Jade! J-“ She was cut off as the pillow hit her repeatedly, Jade smacking her as if there was no tomorrow.

Surprisingly, Tori just started laughing. She’d grin wildly as Jade continued her weak assault, “Hey!!” She’d laugh, which resulted in a little smile tugging at Jade’s lips, which were painted in black lipstick. The two girls would spend another minute or so aimlessly wrestling with pillows, laughter and small thuds filling the room joyously.

Eventually, Jade would surrender, falling back down onto her messy sheets, breathing heavily as she giggled breathily. Tori soon collapsed next to her, laughing much more boisterously. They were both a mess, their hair everywhere, clothes all twisted, makeup smudged, but they didn’t care about that right now. “Sorry about your…” Tori spoke, “Everything,” She’d finish, before chuckling as she turned to look at Jade, a little flustered to see that the dark-haired girl was looking at her already.

“It’s fine, payback, I guess,” the raven would say, nodding to the TV screen. Tori would laugh a bit, and just find herself looking at Jade. The way her messed up hair spread on the pillows, her smudged mascara made her eyes look sleepier, and her black lipstick chipped in some places. A smile would cross her face. “What??” Jade would say skeptically, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re just pretty, is all.”

“Oh.” Jade would flush, pursing her lips and looking in the other direction. Tori would giggle, before hearing what sounded like a mumble from Jade.

“Hm?” The brunette would ask, moving a bit closer in an attempt to hear what the other said.

“youreprettytoo.” She’d say a little louder, her words slurred. Tori felt her face heat up, now aware of what Jade had said, but she decided to tease Jade a little more.

“Sorry, what was that??” She’d chirp. Jade would suddenly turn to face the brunette. The girls lay on their sides, their faces only inches apart as they looked at each other, silent for a moment.

“You’re pretty too, Vega.” Jade would say in her normal tone of voice, yet her words wavering a bit. Something that Tori noticed was that whenever Jade complimented her, she would never make eye contact, like, for instance, right now, Jade’s fingers were fidgeting with the black bedsheets idly. Tori would smile dumbly as if she’d never been complimented before.

“Thank you, Jade.”

“yeah, whatever. Fix your hair..” Jade would mumble, before she reached forward, gently pushing a bit of Tori’s hair behind her ear. Tori knew her face was red. She never experienced such gentleness from Jade.

“ah…” She’d mutter, smiling softly.

“I’d rather see your face than your dead ends sometimes.” Jade would murmur. There she was again, Tori would muse, rolling her eyes.

“Goodnight Jade.” She’d say as she pulled the blankets up to her shoulders.

“Goodnight, Vega.” Jade would mock Tori in her stupid impression voice as she leaned over, turning off the lamp on her bedside table.

“That doesn’t sound like me, Jade.” Tori would mumble sassily, despite the smile she was burying in Jade’s velvety pillow sheets. 

𝐚/𝐧: AAAA sorry 4 the wait </3 i got sick and unmotivated ughh. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little scenario with my faves :) Thank you sm to those who voted on the poll, it was great motivation!!! Likes and reblogs are appreciated <333 - Fable

#victorious #jori #jori fanfiction #wlw #jade west #tori vega #jade #tori #sapphic #fanfic #victorious au #victorious fanfic #fluff #lgbtq #lesbian

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

For your glimpses of the past game, VICIOUS, if you would be so kind.

Melissa stood, shocked, staring at the flatvid screen in the Argo's mess hall.

"INVASION!!!" screamed the chyron, overlaid over footage of green and gold 'Mechs - my own Clan, Melissa thought. The video showing a Jade Falcon Summoner in combat against Spheroid troops of the Lyran Commonwealth. The newscaster, a beautiful Canopian female in typically-scanty Canopian fashion. All of that was invisible to Melissa.

Only the words. The words of the newscaster: "- unknown where these military forces originate, but they are attacking with staggering speed-"

The words of her fellow Fusiliers, most in shock or incredulity, some gasping, some crying - Heinrich. Heinrich was from that planet...

And the words of Boxer, as the image froze, showing the Jade Falcon insignia on the Summoner. The unpleasant, oafish, arrogant, and language-murdering Lyran mercenary had been with the Fusiliers only a short few months. He'd made an impression. But right now, Melissa only heard his words. Words that cut deep, into her soul. Two little words that ripped her apart.

"You knew."

That was what he said. Part of Melissa's mind was somewhat shocked - she had not figured Boxer for one capable of attempted deduction of any sort.

"I did not..." she responded, her voice soft, trembling somewhat in shock. She knew of the Hidden Hope Doctrine, of course, all Clan warriors did. It was their driving philosophy.

But this? An invasion? Killing the people they were supposed to return and protect? This was not the Great Father's dream!

"How long did you know?" Boxer said, his German accent coming out more, as did in times of stress.

Melissa did not respond, so Boxer continued. "Do you hear me, you birdbrained genetic freak?! Belter bullshit you sold us was a lie! How long did you-"

"I did not kn-" Melissa began, but Boxer's fist finished the sentence for her. It slammed into her face, hard. Melissa, unprepared as she was, immediately fell with a cry of pain. Tears were rolling from her eyes, from the pain. The pain of Boxer's fist, certainly, but also of the punch delivered to her very core by the image on the screen.

Everyone in the mess hall had gone quiet. Boxer was shouting, saying that Melissa had known, she must have always known. A few others shouted. She recognized the voice of Remus Kerensky, burly red-furred MechWarrior and her trothkin, a fellow Totem Warrior, shouting that she couldn't have known - and shouts at him over how he could know that she didn't know.

The shouts from Glitch and Dekker, her lancemates in the Fusiliers' command lance. Melissa wondered why no one had rushed Boxer - and then she saw the gun. He must have pulled it after he punched me. Shouts rang out of "put the gun down!" and "Boxer, Christ's sake, stop!"

Dekker, ever the foolhardy 'Mech jock, rushed at Boxer when he looked away.

The gun went off. Dekker spilled to the floor, a gunshot wound to his left shoulder. Glitch, his favorite coupling partner, instantly down in front of him to protect him, having drawn her own weapon.

"SHE KNEW!!!" Boxer screamed, more animal in appearance down than the fifteen Totem Warriors, the handful of genemodded Belter mercenaries, and the occasional cyborg catgirls that stared at the gun. Boxer swung it around, pointing it straight at Melissa's head.

A dishonorable death for the scion of a Clan that has abandoned itself, she thought. How fitting. She closed her eyes. Great Father, I am sorry. We have failed you.

BANG

Melissa's eyes flew open. Boxer was on the floor. Boxer was on the table. Bits of Boxer were on Remus, and Glitch, and Dekker too. It was dead silent once more.

The clicking of heels sounded on the metal deck. A voice, husky and contralto, one that all in the Fusiliers' knew. It spoke from the form of a 1.95 meter tall, white and black furred, tall-eared and green eyed wolf-woman. Buxom and muscular, clad in her shining silver single-piece bodysuit, the logo of a silver wolf's head over an orange and purple disc on left arm. One of her twin magnum autopistol's barrels smoked from the single shot.

"That's just about enough of that," spoke Savannah Caruso, not smiling as she surveyed her pilots. "Someone gonna help me clean up?"

Several Fusiliers, hearing the order in the question, broke into a job to retrieve cleaning equipment from the galley. Savannah holstered her gun in the leather shoulder shoulder as she walked over to the still prone Melissa. She knelt by Melissa, reaching out her hand, to caress the jade feathers on the fallen warriors cheek, taking both blood and tears with it.

"I didn't know..." Melissa said shakily.

"I know you didn't," said Savannah. "Come on," she said, helping Melissa up.

"I know you didn't," she said again, and hugged her second-in-command tightly.

The tears began rolling again, down Jade feathered cheeks.

#battletech #mechwarrior #ask game #glimpses of the past

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

content: kissing, fluff-ish

Part Sixteen

I listen to her automatically, my hands grabbing her face. I lean in and press my lips to her. Her lips part immediately, and I take my opportunity to slip my tongue between them and into her mouth. I bask in the little sound she makes when I do this. I want to hear so much more from her.

Jade shifts closer to me, her hands on my arms. When I start to suck on her bottom lip a little rougher, a soft gasp releases from her. I think I’m enjoying this a little too much. I take her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging gently. Jade makes another small sound at the action. I want to draw out as many sounds from her as I can. I want to take anything she’ll give me.

She runs her tongue along my lip before meeting it with mine again. Jade kicks her leg over to the other side of me, straddling my lap just like yesterday. My hands gradually slide down her neck to her arms and finally rest on her hips, holding her in place on top of me.

After some time that felt like hours and seconds somehow at the same time, Jade trails her lips down to my neck. She sucks on the skin just below my jaw line. This draws out a soft moan from me.

“Jade,” I say, my breathy voice a little raspy. My eyes stay closed, and all my senses are overtaken by her.

I can feel her smile against my skin. I can smell her, a lovely blend of a candy-like scent and vanilla. I can taste her on my tongue.

“Jade,” I say again, gently removing her from my neck.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asks, looking in my eyes.

She looks so innocent right now, almost worried. Her brown doe eyes are making me lose my mind.

“No, of course not,” I assure her, smoothing her hair down. “I just… I need this to slow down.”

“Oh,” she nods. “Right. I’m sorry.”

The amount of strength I just mustered up is incredibly surprising. I’ve never been the type of guy to let sex appeal drive my mind or even care all that much about it (not that I don’t enjoy it when I actually like someone), but it’s hard for me to contain myself with Jade. She overrides my entire nervous system, and I short circuit.

“Don’t apologize,” I say with a slight smile.

She nods again and slides off my lap. As much as I miss her warmth immediately, I’m glad she’s off of me. If that went on any longer, there’d be a tent in my khakis that I wouldn’t be able to hide.

“So what are… we?” She asks, sitting with her hands in her lap like a little kid. She’s nervous. It’s adorable.

I don’t even know how to answer her question. “I don’t know,” I say honestly.

She sighs, looking down.

“But I want to be something. I just…”

“Want to take it slow?” Jade suggests.

I think for a second. I don’t want to take it slow. I would pull her back on top of me right now if I could. But I won’t. We need to take it slow.

“Yeah,” I nod.

She doesn’t seem too upset. “Okay. We can just be officially unofficial.”

“Officially unofficial?” I question with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, like we’re sort of together, but not like dating, not serious, not exclusive…?” She smiles nervously.

She’s never done this. I’ve never done this. And I think it’s about damn time I do something out of my comfort zone, something I’m not supposed to do.

And jesus christ, she’s adorable like this. A smile creeps up onto my lips.

“That sounds great.”

She smiles too, and this time it’s real and not nervous. “Cool.”

“Cool,” I say back, teasing her.

“Are you busy tomorrow?”

I shake my head. “Not unless a case pops up.”

“So is it okay if I stay for a bit?”

“Of course,” I say with a grin. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure,” she smiles too. “How about a crime documentary?”

“You’re the worst,” I joke.

“What? Not your cup of tea?” She’s way too proud of her jokes.

I pull her to me, kissing her to stop her jokes from continuing. She reciprocates happily.

—

I didn’t leave Spencer’s apartment last night until around 11. It was arguably the best night of my month. We kissed a little more, watched a movie only he understood, and snacked on ice cream.

We’re a thing now. Well, we’re officially unofficially together. And I can’t stop smiling.

I never been this excited to be unlabeled with someone before. Usually, it’s frustrating and confusing to be in this stage of the relationship, but I have hope. And I think we could make this work. We could ease into it. Make this whole totally wrong dynamic functional.

As much as I wanted to keep my lips on him, I’m glad he stopped me before anything else happened. I think I would’ve slept with him or something of that sort, and I’m not quite ready for that yet. So for now, it’s clothes on and kisses stay neck and above.

I feel like I’m on cloud 9. Even though we’re unlabeled and in the beginning stages of our possible relationship, I’m relieved. Because it’s Spencer. And I trust him.

Every other guy I’ve been in this situation with just wanted sex, no feelings and they just moved onto the next girl in my dorm that might be down for that when I wasn’t. Or we just had absolutely no chemistry and the relationship never truly got started.

I just hope that this isn’t what I’ve seen before, and based on the five years I’ve known Spencer, and month I’ve known him pretty well, it won’t be like all the others.

Perhaps leaving college campus will bring me another positive aspect.

seventeen

(this is so short… my apologies)

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When the clock strikes twelve the blade pierces her heart - Tom Riddle (smut)

This is dark, like, really dark. But, I gotta admit, I truly love writing dark Tom Riddle. Please remember my number one rule: Don't like it, don't read it. I won't accept any hate coming my way because you decided to ignore warnings and read something you aren't comfortable with. Also don't copy this to Wattpad. Thank you to @earlgreydream for pushing me onto the right track with this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Tom Riddle, a schizophrenic serial killer with a cluster a schizotypal personality disorder, meets his new asylum psychiatrist, the reader. But she has a few dark secrets herself, secrets the man - who is convinced of his magical abilities - knows before she has even met him.

Warnings: 18+, heavy dubcon, smut, unprotected sex, knife play, choking, spitting, mentions schizophrenia, personality disorder, murder, blood, abusive ex husband, asylum situation, Tom being Tom

Pairing: Tom Riddle x psychiatrist!fem!reader (4k words)

“(Y/n), he’s here.” With her eyes finding John’s, she rose from her chair, reaching for her IPad. Wordlessly she followed him out into the hallway, leading them to the open space she had carefully chosen to meet him.

(Y/n) could feel him before she saw him, she could hear every sharp intake of breath that filled his lungs like poison flushing through his veins. Tom Riddle was sitting on a white chair with his wrists and ankles cuffed together, a desperate try to keep the man from attacking the female therapist. 

“Mister Riddle, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m (y/n), your new therapist.” John, her guard, took a few steps back, giving the two some privacy to talk through their upcoming sessions. Tom didn’t reply, he kept staring at her with his eyes piercing into her skin, it seemed as if he was trying to burn her alive, to set her body ablaze. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but your magic won’t help you in here.” 

Tom Riddle, a schizophrenic serial killer with a cluster a schizotypal personality disorder. The man was convinced of being a wizard, he had started killing women years ago, thinking that he could use their bodies to hide parts of his soul in them. For the past month (y/n) had tried to understand the man, his upbringing and the parents that had disowned him at a young age. She was fascinated by him, by his strong belief in his imaginary abilities. 

She tried to take him all in, every part of his handsome features, his twinkling eyes that reminded her of a snake, so dark and sinister that even death would shrink away in fright. His raven black hair had a warm touch to it, though not strong enough to melt the ice that had formed around his heart, turning him into a ruthless killer. 

“I’d like to ask you a few questions about your family, is that alright?” Tom didn’t break eye contact once, not as she leaned a bit closer, not as she started scribbling down notes he couldn’t decipher. He kept quiet, lips pressed together as if somebody had sewn them shut. (Y/n) gave him a handful of seconds to speak up, but he didn’t, all he did was stare at her as if she was a window to the world outside, allowing him to study bystanders, families, friends – people he no longer knew. 

“Why don’t we talk about your sister, Mary Jade?” The man seemingly froze at the mention of his dead sister, but that’s all she got from him, not one single word was spoken by Tom. “I can’t even imagine what you’ve lived through, the pain, the confusion. Losing a sibling at a young age is awfully traumatizing, and I,” a humorless chuckle bubbled out of Tom, cutting her monologue short. 

“Tell me, (y/n), what would you know about trauma?” Tom’s voice was sharper than she had expected, making her feel as if he had forced his fist straight into her stomach, bile rising in her throat. “Oh, that’s right  – do you still dream about your dead husband? It must have been quite exhausting to bury him on your own. Remind me, where did you hide his body again?” 

She had been preparing herself for it all, for snarky remarks, silence and taunting words he’d speak. But the words that had just bled from his lips had been anything but anticipated. Her fingers trembled as she rose from her seat, there was no way he could know about the darkest chapter of her life, there was no way he could know about her dead husband. He must play a trick on her, a lucky guess that had hit home. 

“I’ll see you next week, (y/n).” Tom’s smirk began to widen as she stumbled out of the room, followed by a frowning John. 

—--

Thunder roared through the night, lighting was flickering across the dark sky like thousands of comets shooting across the horizon. Rain kept pouring down onto the ground, drops falling like corpses shoved into a grave. It had been a week since she had crossed paths with Tom Riddle, a week full of paranoia, confusion and panic attacks. (Y/n) had tried to figure out how Tom could know about her husband, the man she had killed with her two hands. The man she had buried in her backyard, beneath the big oak tree. 

But she hadn’t found any clues nor answers to solve the riddle she was facing. 

She had her eyes focused on Tom’s file, by now she knew it by heart, every word, every date – she had burnt it all into her mind. It was clear that she was pushing herself into an obsession, but she couldn’t stop reading about him, about the people he had killed, the women he had lured into his bed, only to slice their throats. He had cut out pieces of their bodies, leaving behind holes that could be filled with drops of his soul, a sick and twisted act he had repeated numerous times. 

The clock was about to strike twelve, (y/n) should have left hours ago, but as the rain kept dancing on as she found shelter in her warm office. “Mary Jade, drowned at the age of twelve, there were clear signs of struggling, she had been drowned around 4 pm.” (Y/n) kept reading the words out loud, hoping to find clues in the reports, anything she could use to lure Tom out of his hiding. “Tom, Mary Jade’s younger brother, had been at the scene, but the boy hadn’t spoken a word.”

“It’s not true, you know.” Her head shot up, eyes wide as she found Tom leaning against the door of her office. He wasn’t wearing his handcuffs, wasn’t even wearing the blue jumpsuit he had been forced into, dressed in black suit trousers and a white shirt. ”I was the one that called for help, but they didn’t listen to me, thinking I was just messing with them.” 

“John?” (Y/n)’s panicked voice echoed through the hallways, she was met with nothing but silence. Goosebumps covered her body, forcing her to breathe faster, with her heart accelerating its beat like soldiers running through a dark forest, not knowing when and where they’d stumble upon their enemies. Blind and helpless. Anticipation thumped through her, enlarging her veins. 

“John’s in block C, I’d say he’s fast asleep by now.” Tom entered her office with his shoes pounding against the ground, she was staring at Satan himself, he had crawled from hell to punish her for freeing herself, for killing the man that had abused her for years. All she could do was watch him move closer, he plopped down on the chair vis-a-vis hers, making himself comfortable.

“How did you get out? You were put in an ad seg.” Her voice wasn’t strong, it didn’t carry any warnings. It was clear as the tide rolling closer that he had her trapped, only a week after meeting the psychiatrist for the first time.  

“Don’t be so shocked, (y/n). You knew I could easily free myself, it didn’t take much to bribe the guards.” Tom reached for his file as she was reaching for her phone, hoping that she’d be able to get in touch with one of the guards. “Put your phone down, (y/n). Don’t mess with our fun, we’re just getting started.” 

With his jaw muscles ticking in anger, Tom waited for her to put down the phone, only then did he allow his gaze to wander back to his file. Perhaps she could run, perhaps she could make it out of the room but her chances were slim, she had to find the right moment, and had to distract him. 

“Do you want to tell me about Mary Jade?” His chuckles wrapped themselves around her, forcing her to sit straighter. She was playing a dangerous game, a game that could either end with her throat sliced and her body hacked to death or with Tom back in his cell. She had to take her chances. 

“How about I tell you about my sister if you tell me about your dead husband?” Making deals with the devil had never ended in success, but if this was her only chance at making it out of her office alive, (y/n) would cling to it like a wooden raft that could guide her to safety. She nodded her head, patiently waiting for Tom to find the right words. 

“She forced me to play with her that day, it was warm out, perfect for a swim in the river. I didn’t want to go, but she threatened to call our parents on me for destroying her doll the other day, I couldn’t afford to piss them off again. And when we walked down the trail to the river I felt something I’ve never paid attention to before.” His tongue kissed his teeth as a sickenly proud smirk found its way to his lips. “It was exciting, a thought I had been chasing for months, a mere dream that could finally turn real.”

“What was it?” Her whispers coaxed a chuckle out of Tom, his eyes grew darker, he was about to attack, was about to force her to her knees. 

“The lust to kill. I can still hear her screams, you know. She had been stronger than I had thought she was, she put up a fight, but it didn’t stop me from pushing her underwater. It didn’t take long for her to pass out. Feeling the power of death over life, an addiction I’ve been chasing ever since. I’m sure you’ve felt it too, haven’t you?” 

“No.” Her throat kept tightening up, she had struggles swallowing, eyes filled with tears that threatened to break free. “I hate myself for doing it, I won’t be able to forgive myself for it, even if he was a bad man.” 

„So pathetic. You don’t need to lie, (y/n). I know what killing does to you, it’s exciting, it’s addicting.” Tom stared her down like an executioner watching his next victim beg for mercy. But there was no mercy swimming in his pupils, nothing could save her from him. 

“Was that him?” He rose from his chair, walked up to the pictures she had hung up on the other side of the room. This was her chance, her only try at ripping herself free from this situation. She bolted out of her chair and started running. But (y/n) didn’t get far, not with Tom running after her, he reached her before she could even try to open the door. With his arm wrapped around her body and his hand forcefully grasping her cheeks, he pulled her into his chest. 

“Oh, pet. You shouldn’t have done that.” The sound of Tom clicking his tongue shot shudders down her spine, forcing her to tremble in his grasp. He pulled her back to her table and pushed her down onto the dark wood, with him standing between her legs. “When the clock strikes ten, the blade is pushed into his grasp; when the clock strikes eleven, they grow closer; when the clock strikes twelve, the blade pierces her heart. Seems like you’re coming out of here alive today.” Both their eyes found the clock, 12:25 am. “I will see you tomorrow for our session, (y/n).” 

Before she could take another breath, Tom had his lips pressed to the corner of her mouth. 

—

(Y/n) didn’t turn up at work the following day, she was hiding away at home, not wanting to see Tom again. Her heart was still racing at the thought of his darkening eyes and the taunting words he had spoken. She had given into the game of a serial killer, a man no sane human being would want to cross paths with.

She had been stupid, a foolish mistake she’d have to pay her price for. 

But (y/n) also should have known that missing out on their session meant provoking the short-tempered man. Her phone rang fifteen minutes after their session should have started, forcing the exhausted woman out of bed, “Hello?” 

“(Y/n), you need to come here.” John’s panicked voice echoed through the phone, instantly waking her from her drowsy state. “He’s holding Janet hostage, saying he’ll only let her go if you come see him.” She hung up the call with a “fuck” spilling from her lips, (y/n) rushed out of her house, to her car, set on giving into Tom’s tricks once again. 

The man was a sick serial killer, twisted, and satanic, he’d ruin her if she wouldn’t free herself and that’s exactly what she’d do.

She ran through the hallways, wanting to reach the cell as fast as possible, knowing that he’d grow impatient soon. John and a few other guards were standing outside Tom’s cell, eyes set on the crying lady in his grasp, “I’m here, Tom. Let her go.” 

(Y/n) pushed herself past the guards, eyes not leaving Tom’s once. His smile grew as he loosened his grip, allowing (y/n) to pull the woman free and out of the cell. “I was waiting for you, but you didn’t turn up.” Like a child about to throw a temper tantrum, Tom stared at her. He’d snap any moment now and (y/n) had to make it out of the cell before she’d be the one with the knife pressed to her throat. 

“You won’t see me again, Tom.” She couldn’t work with him, he knew too much, forcing her to have a biased view on the man she was supposed to help. (Y/n) should have expected Tom to fight against her threats, should have expected him to beg her to stay. But he didn’t. 

Tom kept quiet, waiting for her to continue. 

“You will be brought to Block C, doctor Jones will take on your case.” (Y/n) turned towards his door, and with one last glance thrown Tom’s way, she disappeared from his cell. 

—--

The big oak tree was swaying from left to right as the wind picked up its speed. She was still plagued by the thought of Tom, not understanding how he could know about her dead husband and the body she had buried in the cold soil. The thought was eating her alive like the parasites that had bit themselves into her husband’s corpse, feasting from his soul to keep themselves alive. 

But the thought of never having to cross paths with Tom again gave her a feel of some kind of false safety, allowing her to sleep at night without having to worry about upcoming sessions. No longer was the man her problem, ripped from her grasp by her own strength. An action she found pride in. 

It was a few minutes after 11pm as (y/n) fell asleep on her couch, tugged away by sleep’s warm embrace, keeping her safe as she dreamt of better days. A dream so sweet she hoped that she’d forever be caught up in it. Before she could chase this very thought, (y/n) was ripped from her sleep by an unfamiliar feeling, forcing her body to wake from its state.

“Good morning, love. I was wondering when you’d wake up.” Tom Riddle was hovering above her, blood clung to his shirt and hands, the mere sight coaxed a cry from her lips. Her scream was drowned out by Tom’s hand finding its way to her mouth, silencing the trembling woman. “Now, there’s no need to scream. You know I wouldn't harm you, don’t you? I would never waste a smart brain like yours. Will you be a good girl for me?” 

She nodded her head, hoping that he’d let go of her. Slowly - almost too slow - Tom pulled away from her, eyes set on her features in order to react to her every movement. (Y/n) didn’t dare speak, her senses were heightened, picking up every sound, every scent. She should have felt scared, should have feared for her life, but she didn’t, (y/n) felt strangely calm in his presence. 

“How did you make it out? Seems like we need to add more guards to the nightshift.” His lips twitched, formed into a grin as he shrugged out of his coat, exposing more of his blood-covered shirt to her dilated pupils. “Guess that answers my question.” 

“It was easy, too easy for me to make it out. But I needed to get here, I knew you’d understand me, you see the true version of me.” Tom’s eyes pierced into her soul, silently communicating with (y/n). He would uncover every lie flooding from her lips, spoken out loud to save herself. “I hated watching you leave, it broke my heart, darling.” 

She could only sit still and force herself to keep on breathing as Tom’s hand found its way to her cheek, this thumb stroked her skin, wondering if she’d pull away. But she didn’t, allowing the man to press his lips against hers. (Y/n) should have pulled away, should have run to set herself free, a stupid mistake of a woman that wanted to understand the mind of serial killer. A once in a lifetime chance. 

The kiss wasn’t rushed, nor did they use much pressure to link their lips together, hoping that the moment would guide them. 

(Y/n) found herself pressed against her sofa, forced back to the position she had woken up in. They didn’t break the kiss once, not as Tom’s hand disappeared beneath her shirt, not as she tugged on his raven black roots. For a fraction of a second (y/n) wondered if she should use his distraction, if she should push the man off her, but the feeling of his cold hand reaching her bare chest, ripped her back into her pleasure driven state. 

The Greek boats on the way to Troy hadn’t trembled as much as those two did, urged on by the arousal thumping through their veins, caught up in a storm of emotions. Night would fall upon them, with barely any light guiding them down from the high they’d live through and when morning would rise above the horizon, they would emerge from the warmest clouds, clashing to the ground like drops of rain. 

A moan threatened to claw through her like the sharp teeth of the nemean lion, set on leaving scars on her soul. The sound wrapped itself around the two, keeping them bound together as their bodies kept moving on. 

Her shirt found its way to the ground, the mere sight managed to coax a groan out of Tom, eyes focused on her breasts. His hot mouth kissed its way to her nipples, showing each of them some attention before he allowed (y/n) to pull him out of his own shirt. Waves of ecstasy were flushing through the two, forcing them to uncover one another’s body like archeologists exploring a new part of an ancient city. 

“Will you let me taste you?” Her whimpers left him smirking, fingers ghosting over the fabric of her damp panties. “So responsive. I wonder how a sweet thing like you managed to kill her husband.” 

The words had their effect on her, she gasped for air, eyes ripped open. He had managed to tame the fire burning inside her chest, feeling as if he had dumped a bucket of ice water over her. 

“Don’t mention my husband, you have no right-” (y/n) froze as she felt Tom press something cold against her throat. Her words hung in the air, no longer connected to her burning lips and tongue. The blade of his knife twinkled in the faint light, it was clean, no longer covered in blood, nevertheless (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder who he had killed with it. 

“You don’t make the rules, love. This is my game and you will be a good girl and listen to me. Do you understand?” A whimper followed the nod of her head, eyes not daring to flicker down to the knife. 

Tom traced the tip of the blade along her skin, down to her chest where he pressed the blade flat against her hard nipples. Goosebumps covered her body, rising with every unexpected movement of his cold hands. His other hand found its way back to her heat, panties pushed aside for him to reach her clit. 

She was trembling in his grasp, buried beneath the serial killer with her lips parted and her eyes closed. (Y/n) couldn’t fight against the emotions that were swimming through her body, hoping to find their way out of her flesh cage. The blade kept on moving, just like Tom’s fingers, set on pushing her over the edge. 

“Oh fuck, I’m close. Don’t stop, Tom.” Her moans grew higher, the knife fell from Tom’s grasp and his mouth found its way to her clit. With a few brushes of his tongue he managed to push her into her orgasm, trembling, shaking and panting. All for the man with a wicked grin and twinkling eyes. He had been her nemesis, the man one would run away from with anxiety bubbling in one’s system. And now he had explored her body, but he was only just getting started. 

Tom rose from his position to shrug out of his clothes, cock twitching in his grasp, begging to feel her. She was getting dizzy, losing her grip on reality as the guardian of hell was guiding her to her very end. 

With their eyes connected and their lips finding their way back to one another, Tom pushed into her. His tightness engulfed him, forcing him to still for a few seconds, allowing her to adjust. She was sleeping with her executor, was sleeping with the devil himself, and yet she found herself drawn to him. To every part of his dark and twisted self. 

Tom fucked her with ferocious thrusts, set on burning his marks into her skin, a reminder for weeks to come. A reminder that would keep her from showing up at work, very well knowing that she no longer could follow the path of her profession. But at that moment (y/n) didn’t seem to care much about that, all she cared about was Tom, his touch and the waves of arousal that swallowed her whole. 

The feeling of Tom’s hand coming to rest on her throat forced (y/n) to deeply inhale, not knowing what he’d do next. He started squeezing, cutting off her airstream to listen to her racing heart beat. And with his lips tugged into a smirk, Tom murmured, “Open your mouth.” 

He spat onto her tongue, waiting till she swallowed to release his grip on her throat. Tom didn’t move his hand, let it rest there as he forced her tightness to wrap itself around his twitching cock. Only now did she seem to pay attention to the specks of blood that lingered on his hands, blood that would forever stick to his skin, metaphorically at least. 

“Can feel you clenching my cock, are you that desperate? Did you not have enough yet, you greedy slut?” The words left her moaning, eyes rolling back as she felt her second orgasm of the night climbing higher up her body. 

“Please let me cum, fuck, I need it. Tom, please.” He stared down on her without any emotion swimming in his pupils. But the loud “cum” that clawed through him was all she needed. (Y/n) came with his name rolling off her tongue, spoken out into the night that was still protecting the two lovers. 

Tom pulled out of her seconds before he clashed down the edge, cum painting her stomach, imprinting himself on her. Both were panting, still high on the feeling, needing a few seconds to calm down. But the moment was cut short by the ringing of her phone, forcing (y/n) to push Tom off her. 

“(Y/n), he’s on the run, he killed three of our guards. Are you safe? He may try to find you.” The panicked words coaxed a raspy chuckle out of Tom, eyes studying every expression that tugged on her features.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him find me.” Perhaps she was just as twisted as Tom, a ruthless killer. And when the clock would strike twelve, the knife would try to pierce her heart, a desperate try to set himself free from her dark soul.

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