#No one wants to indulge me when it comes to chess and I don't like playing online

[fragmentedblade]

I've been reading about xiangqi a bit and now I'm even more obsessed with that one video of Jing Yuan

[fishnapple]

The 5th house - What kind of lover are you

About me | Masterpost

As the 5th house is 2nd from the 4th house, it's the tangible manifestation of your core, the creation of your inner emotional world, your heart. From it, your heart connects with the world around you. From it, love is given out to the world. The 5th house is generally regarded as the house of "romance", I think more specifically, it shows your "part" or "role" in that romance, your side of the story, who you are in a love story, what kind of lover are you.

♥ 5th house in Aries/ Mars in 5th house - "The Ardent Lover"

The one who sees love as the purest principle, something that needs to be revered and pursued with dedication and passion. No mind games, no dirty tricks, no manipulation, no timid guessing, just an honest declaration of love. To be the apple in your eyes is to be placed upon a pedestal. Once you're in love, you put your all in, it will be their greatest focus and inspiration. Each heartbreak is followed by rising up with a new hope. Love never loses its lustre to you. You are direct, straightforward and impulsive in your advances. Your passion and desire rule your actions. Competitions and the act of chasing make your adrenaline rushing. You want to "win", victories, whether over other competitors or your own lover, is of paramount importance. The need to conquer can make you seek competition where it's not needed. Can turn indignant and defensive when your love and faithfulness are being doubted. You can be perceived as "aggressive" and "rough" by the more sensitive people. Physical intimacy and physical touch, in general, are key to keeping your love burning.

♥ 5th house in Taurus/ Venus in 5th house - "The Indulging Lover"

Love to you is like honey, natural, nutritious, sweet, fragranced, viscous. Something that you want to dip yourself and your lover in, indulge and sink deeper and deeper into it. Love is simple yet eternal, "never let you go". A true romantic, you breathe love to keep your heart alive. Everything looks more beautiful when you have someone to love, and that someone will be the object of your adoration. You don't go out of your way to pursue someone, has anyone ever seen Venus do the chasing? No, lovers come to you, willingly, because they know that it's futile to resist the lure of Venus. You attract, by being your most beautiful self, by subtly sending signals to all the senses of your person. It can be quite a sensory overloaded experience for your lover. It's not easy to please all of your desires, not easy to turn your heat all the way up, but once it's ignited, it's not easy to snuff it out, fierce devotion. To an impulsive lover, you can seem to be slow and passive, to a patient and passionate lover, you're the forest they want to get lost in.

♥ 5th house in Gemini/ Mercury in 5th house - "The Exploring Lover"

The one who loves with their mind, you can be confused all the time about whether you're attracted to someone simply because you have interesting conversations with them or if there is anything more to that person. Love is a mental pursuit, a chess game, a word play that you want to go on and on. Love is light and exciting. The longest conversation. You show your love by communicating with your lover, to keep the connection line going. Teasing, asking questions, about them, about everything that comes to your mind. "Is there anyone willing to look at my mind and be willing to let me look at yours?". A simple smirk, two hands brushing each other, entwined fingers, a sparkle in the eyes, a hearty laugh and then giggles, those things can melt your heart and in turn, you can melt other's hearts with those. You take your lover to a wonderland, where your minds can be free to play, but also calm enough to rest. Life and love is an endless adventure, and you need a companion who can tag along, who can play juggling with you. Being held down and bored, in any sense, are your greatest nightmares. You want to have sweet dreams only, but nightmares can grab you if you don't focus and pay attention.

♥ 5th house in Cancer/ Moon in 5th house: "The Enveloping Lover"

Love is like a flood that washes over both you and your lover. The shared experience of being enveloped by emotions of all kinds, both the highs and lows, nothing is spared. You search for a lover who can allow you to feel safe enough to experience a love that can feel so engulfing at times. It's that emotional safety, knowing that you can reveal your full heart to somebody, to be spontaneous and moody without being judged. Being loved by you is like being wrapped in nostalgia of a time when everything was simple and pure, when everything was safe and taken care of, there's a childlike playfulness and simple quality to your love. To someone who didn't get to have those actual memories, you can create that memory for them, as if you created an alternative past for them. "Love" is synonymous with "Protection", you want both of you to protect each other, from the harsh world, from the demons inside, to create a home so safe that one doesn't want to get out of, one yearns only for it wherever they go. It's hard for you to let go of a lover, and it's also hard for them to let go of you. The hold may wax and wane, but never disappears completely.

♥ 5th house in Leo/ Sun in 5th house: "The Shining Lover"

Love, the warm sunlight that nurtures your heart. You are like a tree when in love, while artificial light can sustain you. You truly thrive only when you can have the most natural light source, the strongest and purest of them all. Authenticity, a love that doesn't hide or shy away, no hidden motives, no twisted desires, just pure exhilaration, basking in the glow of love. The love you give is unfiltered, as if you're giving your own heart away. Not everyone is capable of taking care of it properly, you learn the lesson of protecting your own heart and be more discerning of whom you can let in. Even then, the natural impulse is to spread whatever goodness inside you, out into the world. Being in love makes your life feel more colourful and lively. And you, in turn, wish to inspire your lover just like how you're inspired, it pains you to see a sinking spirit. You instil vitality into your lover's heart, making their heart beat to the rhythm of life. Some can feel your love too bright and burning, shying away from it, trying to darken it. This leaves you puzzled, you might even attempt to dim your light, but your dignity won't allow you to do that for long. No tree stops blooming just because one or two humans didn't appreciate it.

♥ 5th house in Virgo/ Mercury in 5th house: "The Devoted Lover"

Love is the quiet thunder that rumbles beneath the cool, serene surface of your heart. You want to build a lasting love, yes, "build", love doesn't strike you like lightning that makes you busted into intense fireworks, love is like knitting, one stitch at a time, stitch by stitch, line by line, until you get a cosy sweater that keeps you warm for many years to come, it takes skill and dedication. You also extend that comfort to your lover. To love is to worry, to care, to be there for that person. You would want your lover to thrive, to be spared of the burdens of responsibilities, you're willing to take on those burdens for them, to make their life better. But a truly fulfilling love is when you can receive that same devotion from your lover. You also need to be cared for just as much as you care for them. But sometimes, your lover's love doesn't measure up to the "silent" standard that you have, in a way, no one can love you perfectly like how you want them to. While knowing that, you still choose to be by their side, because you accept their imperfections, their imperfect love, because that's how you love.

♥ 5th house in Libra/ Venus in 5th house: "The Ideal Lover"

Venus's mirror, love reflects back at you all the beautiful things about the world and yourself. You also want to reflect them back on your lover. You can find yourself mirroring your lover, encouraging their shining qualities, making them aware of their own virtues, and simultaneously erasing their vices. You can turn your lover into a prince charming, a lovely princess, because you're one. You want you and your lover to be two beautiful human beings, both inside out, to walk on this Earth hand in hand. The words "we" and "us" have enormous significance to you. You seek to beautify everything, everyone you touch, to let them see the goodness in this world, yes, you're an optimistic lover, never one to lose hope for an ideal love. Love is like a harmonious melody that plays soothingly everywhere you go, everywhere you look. Harmony, peace and indulgence, the gifts you offer your lover, uplift their spirit, inspire their creativity, soothe their soul, and spoil them rotten with sweetness. You find yourself more alive, more beautiful when you're in love. You can fall in love with love itself. You seek harmony with your lover, nothing should be one-sided, everything should be equal give and take, a delicate dance.

♥ 5th house in Scorpio/ Pluto in 5th house: "The Burning Lover"

The molten volcanic soil underneath the calm and cool lake, whose soul is brave enough to venture there? Love for you is an all-consuming force that sweeps away all commonsense. You want love to be a devouring force, swallowing whole both you and your lover into the pit of the unknown. You push for more, to feel more, to be more. The word "mild" can't find a long-lasting place in your dictionary. Everything, joy, pain, longing, existence, all have to reach a boiling point in order for you to feel truly in love. A love too safe, too soft, too peaceful might get ignored by you. You chase the extremes, sometimes along the way, get burnt yourself, but often, you leave behind burnt lovers. You want to be your lover's only one as they're to you. You want to be the only existence that your lover seeks. There can be the issue of who dominates who, who has the upper hand, love can feel like a power play. You're vigilant against betrayals, you need absolute loyalty, making your lover jump through endless hoops to prove their love to you. Sometimes, you could feel so exhausted by the all-or-nothing love, but you would rather be like that than to be content with a "good enough" affection.

♥ 5th house in Sagittarius/ Jupiter in 5th house: "The Expanding Lover"

Have you ever felt like there's an infinite well of love you can give? not just to your lover but to life. You love someone because they're part of life, to love is to live. Love for you is like a ray of sunshine that wakes you up in the morning, or the breezy wind stroking your hair when you're standing in the middle of a field or on top of a mountain, a piney scent that lures you wandering deep into the woods. Love makes you want to move, explore, enjoy, and celebrate. So you can't feel fulfilled in a relationship that makes you feel small, that shackles your feet, that makes you lose hope. "Potential" is the word, as long as you can feel a potential for a future, you want to give your all, to take a gamble. Fortune favours the bold, you will find your luck in love when you're free and adventurous, when you inspire others. A benevolent lover who wants to help, guide, to protect their lover. Grand romantic gestures, spontaneous expressions of love, laughter that makes your cheeks hurt, deep conversations that stirs your mind, those can be the secret ingredients to capture your heart and also what you use to capture others.

♥ 5th house in Capricorn/ Saturn in 5th house: "The Steadfast Lover"

The life investment you make with your heart, love seems like a tangible thing that you can touch, that you can nurture and turn into a masterpiece of a lifetime. Things of value should be able to last for eternity, that's your motto and your belief in love. Love for you is not fickle like the wind or soft like a cotton candy, love is the steady heartbeat, the more you take care of it, the healthier it is. Thrilling adventures, passionate proclamations of love, over adorned for attention, those things pass right out of your vision, what is that? definitely not what you expect from your lover. You expect commonsense and predictability, you expect constant loyalty and devotion, quiet touches and deep gazes, the hand that holds yours when you're in pain, the silent smile that says "I will be here for you, with you". You stoke your fire with unwavering effort, never letting the flame burn out of hands or die from neglect, just enough to keep both lovers warm and safe. Some say you're picky, that you should loosen up and just give yourself to love, but you're a visionary, you look for love that you can work hard for, that can last the test of time, so no rushing.

♥ 5th house in Aquarius/ Uranus in 5th house: "The Whimsical Lover"

"Love at first sight" probably was invented by you. The sensation of being pierced by Cupid's bow, being struck by lightning, being hit by love out of nowhere is not something you're unfamiliar with. Love visits you like a summer downpour, a breeze that sends fragrances from afar to your nose, a sprouting that grows overnight, a laughter that bursts out amidst deadly silence. Love comes to you unexpectedly, and you find love in unexpected places. To love is to be free, the greatest gift you can give your lover and yourself is freedom, to be yourselves, to find safety in the ever-changing current of life. Who can say staying still is safe and stable? For you, movement is what nurtures a connection. You don't let your love stay stagnant, the novelties are your stable diet. Your love is not for the stubborn of heart, though you can be pretty stubborn and rebellious yourself when you're in love, it's a contradiction that perplex and vex your lover, but it's also the allure that they want to get a hold of, not that they will be successful, but they will try anyway. Like trying to catch lightning, trying to grab light. The only way they will ever get close to you is to be themselves and hope that one day, you two will stumble upon each other as fate wills it.

♥ 5th house in Pisces/ Neptune in 5th house: "The Dream Lover"

This is someone who can elevate the experience of falling in love and being in love to the height of poetry, of songs that lovers sing together. Love is art, art is love, love is the soothing balm that erases all the pain, but also the blind that covers your eyes. Oh, the extent you're willing to go in the name of love. Everything seems to take on more vivid colours, music seems to accompany you everywhere you go, you hear your love through the songs that randomly play in the mart, through the absentminded remark of a stranger, through the flowers that sway gently in the wind. You hear your heart echo back at you through the eyes of your lover. While your eyes hold an ocean that promises blissful abandonment, endless treasure and a subtle warning of being drowned, but others are too busy getting mesmerised by you to stay lucid enough to heed your warning. How many lovers have you drowned? How many seas have you swum alone, longing for a rescuer who can take you to land and keep you warm? You need a love story that feels like a fairy tale, but you also need a love that is real.

[swaqcenix]

༻ Taste of Love & Blood | N. Romanoff ༺

vampire!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: When your friend's convince you to head to a club for a night out, who knew you'd take a liking to the hot red head serving the drinks on all hallows' eve? Shared jokes of her even being a blood-sucking vampire spun in the air. Something about her seems like a rose that you needed to prick your finger on & something about you smelt ever so sweet, she needed a taste. After all, all's fair in love & war.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol use, a lot of smut, blood kink, human!reader x vampire!natasha, neck biting, age gap, thigh riding, fingering, anal, dom!natasha, sub!reader, dry humping, overstimulation, dacryphilia, squirting, dark!natasha (?)

Pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, vampire!natasha x human!fem reader, partially forbidden, age gap, dark!natasha (if you squint at the end)

Word Count: 4.9K

DC: cafekitsune

AN: Something about vampire Natasha sends me feral, so I had to write about her. On my knees for this Natasha (literally.)

The sound of a shot being slid over to you rang out your train of thoughts bringing your distant mind back within reality and the four walls of the club. Well, you say club but it's more like a place for the fucking rich.

Glancing over at Carol you arched a singular eyebrow and was received with a hum followed by a shrug. Hallows' eve & you were sat in what felt like a bar suited for expensive attire with yourself looking out of place now.

"Loosen up, Y/N. It's Hallows' eve and you're sat there looking like some witch or vampire is going to shoot into the place at any given moment," her voice teased lightly causing you to roll your eyes.

Instead of a response, you lifted the shot glass to your plump lips and threw it back. The all too familiar burn turned down the volume on your thoughts. It was like a thorn bush, prickling at your throat but irresistible to the touch.

Carol let out a choked laugh to which you responded back with the instant reaction of simply giving the finger. You were after all quite notoriously renowned for being one of the best at taking shot's of the friend group.

"I'm aware it's practically Halloween, but come on? I feel so outta place in comparison to this damn building. You guys didn't tell me it was going to be so.. posh," you retorted eyeing them.

Kate, the youngest of the group just sighed and her eyes ended up drifting to a woman at the bar ogling at the sight. She was quite an adventurous kind of girl, as Kate tended to have relationships all over the place-having the track record for one night stands out of all of you.

"Listen, why don't we play a game. See who can pull that lady over there because lord god she's something else," Wanda interjected.

Scoffing you shook your head not interested in their little games. You hadn't even paid the woman a glance yet. Shyness wasn't exactly the key to your issue, it was more you were afraid of stepping into the territory of one night stands & hooking up with anyone. Your record of ex's hardly played a very up-hand test in this given their own game's of chess.

They each agreed with Wanda's idea of fun and while somehow the idea did intrigue you, you also didn't want to indulge in such activities.

"You guys go ahead I'll just continue to sip on my whiskey and beer if you guys don't mind," you shrugged at them earning you groans across the table.

They all said nothing more though knowing nothing was going to convince you otherwise. Instead they left you to it heading over to play their games of flirting and what they would call "nights to remember." However, you settled on something more indulging in your mindset, simply nursing a glass of what was now rum placed in front of you.

It was like your mind drifted into a different dimension when you glanced at your drink. The sounds surrounding you dancing around you, drowning out. Eventually you glanced up seeing your friends glancing over to you and back to who you presumed was the lady they were attempting to pull. It almost made you snort with confusion at the passing glances.

Wanda just smirked with her signature look directed towards you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at the brunette pointedly. As you glanced around the bustling atmosphere of the club, it had become apparent that they'd become busier.

Carol, Wanda & Kate weaves their bodies through the crowds glancing at you for clarification. It was apparent they all wanted you to join them, to which you politely declined.

It wasn't that you were opposed to the vibes of the nightclub, you just weren't the biggest fan of throwing yourself all out into the intoxicating air of the room. Observing silently as you nursed your drink, your friends clearly found the music as addictive as a drug, getting higher until their minds filled with sheer joy.

There was no telling realistically how much time had passed with you sat there, the smoke machines and the lights illuminating the club allowing your skin to glow- almost like an aura showing visibility.

A loud gruffly voice bought you back from your inner thoughts, the smell of hardcore liquor causing you to wrinkle your nose at the sheer smell. His voice could be heard before his figure seen and it was rather repulsive, even if you did say so yourself.

"Hello, beautiful. What brings you here?" His voice carried an edge to it that made your spine cold, not in a good way ether.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you found yourself sensing where this conversation, or lack there of could go. It certainly wasn't appealing to yourself at all.

"I'm just out with some friends for the night, thank you." Your voice was less firm than you wished it to be, causing you to mentally slap yourself.

One of the main things you found repulsive about bars was the oncoming drift of men finding their way through the crowds like a heavy storm, brewing into something of a dark nature. In those fleeting moments they always seemed to discover you before the rest & it constantly set your skin alight with fire and fear.

"They left you on your own huh?" He said, his voice carrying a rough tone you weren't fond of.

"Yes, well I'm not much for all of the vibes. Thank you though."

It was clear you were evidently trying to push whatever intentions he had of pursing instantly. Yet, it was typical for yourself to end up in situations where men didn't get the memo.

"How about you take up my offer on dancing with me?"

He asked it in a way that his eyebrow raised suggestively, sending your stomach churning. If a situation ever called for bile to come rising up now would be one of them.

"I'll have to decline, thank you for the offer," You attempted to be polite about it.

However, internally you already wanted to tell him to just fuck off. Yet, not wanting to cause a scene in a club or attract anymore unwanted attention, it was clear to yourself that playing it cool and calm would be a safe bet. At least, hoping that would be the case.

His hand was rough and had little to no gentleness involved. Realistically, the only simple way to describe it was as though a hot heavy iron metal had touched your skin, trying to worm its way and mark you. He'd placed it on your shoulder, instantly tensing your body causing a deep breath to illicit from your lips.

"I must insist, it's not exactly me behaving like a gentleman if I leave you here to wallow alone in your thoughts," He pushed causing a deep frown to paint upon your face.

As you attempted to decline once more a more firmer voice came from behind you, bringing a sort of authoritative aroma surrounding the surrounding area. The person whom it belonged to you weren't aware only recognising it to be female.

"I believe she said no, Leroy," the tone clearly gave no room for argument.

It was almost amusing for a mere moment, watching the man who had clearly tried to peruse you shrivel into himself. He, better known as Leroy now to your knowledge muttered something incoherent beneath his breath.

"I was making friendly conversation that's all," He attempted to defend himself, however you heard the hitch of her breath as if she wasn't buying it at all.

"How about I make it even more friendly hm? You turn around heading to the door before I make you." She stated, to him challenging in a way your entire body shivered for a reason you couldn't quite place or comprehend.

You observed as his head lifted up almost to boldly and stupidly challenge her. That was until a form of a hiss came from behind, it almost tempted you to look behind at the sound. However, the sheer way Leroy's face paled and he looked like he wanted to run for his life, seemed to warn your mindset otherwise.

Scrambling out of his seat, Leroy practically fled from the scene like he couldn't carry his body out of the building fast enough. Had it been any other situation you may have laughed, but something in you sensed a form of danger, good or bad an unsureness lingering there.

Without meaning to, you found your head slowly turning behind you in the direction of the woman who seemingly had defended yourself. Anticipation mixed with anxiety stirred in the pit of your stomach like a whirling storm brewing at the cusp of the unknown.

Her hair ran down in a neat form to her shoulder's, spilling down over her face. It was a deep form of red, like a capturing sense of beauty, one nobody could resist. Lips painted a dark blood red, one could almost mistake her for royalty.

The woman's features even stood out if that were even more of a possibility. Her skin, pale in contrast to her starkly red hair and blood like lips. Eyes a piercing emerald green like she belonged with the earth in a deathly scene. Had you taken one glance of her trance, you'd mistake her for a vampire.

"Enjoying the view there, Sweetheart?" Her voice bringing you from your thoughts.

Your cheeks turned a deep beetroot red in realisation that the redhead had caught you not so subtly staring. She didn't seem to offended however, in fact a signature painted smirk lay upon her lips.

"Oh I-" You stupidly stuttered, unable to get your words out in a formatted sentence.

"I'm just teasing. Come on, follow me. I'll pour you a drink at the bar," She stated sauntering off and leaving no time for you to argue otherwise.

Even if you wanted to argue, you found your legs drifting on their own. It was like your brain had a totally different idea to your actual body, instinctively following the intriguing redhead. She went behind the bar gracefully, instinctively pouring you a drink, not that you’d asked her what you wanted to drink.

Her hands flexed with a speed you didn’t think were possible, yet the redhead simply did it was a delicacy and grace you couldn’t quite fathom. You hadn’t realised she’d finished pouring you your drink a mere few seconds go. Ironically one of your favourite cocktails, something you tended to drink under stressful circumstances.

“How did you-“ You attempted to talk, even through the loud atmosphere of the bar but the captivating woman merely shushed you.

“Instinctively guess dear, I hope I got it right.”

The redhead simply winked at you, her plump red lips tilting upwards into a smirk. That kind of look ans gesture sent a feeling shooting through to your core, making your knees feel wobbly and legs like Jelly. As if she could read anyone’s mind, specifically yours she let out a soft husky laugh. A noise so sweet but addictive you could have melted on the spot right there and then.

You picked up the drink taking a small sip of the cocktail, a soft moan leaving your lips with a content sigh at the taste. You noticed the bartender's mouth twitch and you could have sworn her eyes flashed red and darkened. Yet, no you must be imagining things.

"I'm Y/N by the way," you managed to stutter out. "But everyone calls me Y/N/N."

Her lips tilted up in something one could call a signature smirk, one that belonged and suited someone so well.

"I'm Natasha, but you may call me whatever you like sweetheart," She leaned over the bar smirking at you.

You were so grateful that the dim light hid your bright red cheeks, or you might have died on the spot in that moment. You raised an eyebrow at the redhead and Natasha simply winked at you.

Tilting your head to your previous table, you'd noticed your friends all gawking at you with knowing looks on their faces. Oh great. Natasha followed your gaze to the table gathered with your friends and a husky sultry laugh elicited from her plump lips.

"Ah they're with you?" She asked curiously.

Sighing, you found yourself sheepishly nodding glancing back at Natasha who was now looking at you like you seemed to be the only person in the bar existing.

"Yeah, they can be.. a handful but I love them."

Natasha laughed again, this time more heartedly, sending shivers into your skin and flutters dancing around in your heart and stomach.

"Mm they came over to me earlier, I assume trying to hit on me perhaps for a dare?" She said raising a pointed eyebrow at you.

You flushed more obviously now shaking your head as you sighed with embarrassment. Your friends always could be a little handful here and there.

"Mmm, sorry about that. Not interested then?"

"Well, my eyes are somewhere else," Natasha stated her deep green eyes never leaving yours.

Your entire body froze in shock of her words. The redhead clearly knew what she was doing, staring at you with those hooded green eyes.

"That makes two of us", you blurted out without thinking earning you a pointed look.

Natasha ended up finishing her shift but continued pouring drinks for both of you. The conversation flowed freely, like nothing seemed dull nor boring. It didn't seem forced or uncomfortable aside from whenever someone glanced even slightly in your way, Natasha sent them one look you never seemed to see and they couldn't get away quick enough.

Several drinks later, you felt the alcohol coursing through your veins making you looser and less caring of your actions. Funnily, the alcohol didn't seem to be affecting Natasha as much as it was you. She didn't seem to mind, instead she lead you to the dance floor even with your apprehension.

"Anyone would think you're a vampire with how you act," You jokes dancing casually as her hands slowly but carefully drifted to your hips.

It almost caused you to gasp aloud, but you kept yourself firm not wanting to break whatever the hell was occurring in this situation. You felt Natasha's lips lean down to your ear, hearing her raspy breaths causing you to shiver slightly.

"Who's to say I'm not darling," You could have laughed had her voice not being so deadly serious and filled with a taste of something that wasn't meant for others to see nor hear.

A hardcore blush filled your cheeks, rising into your face. You hadn't even noticed you'd been half grinding down on her leg until it was too late. Natasha's hands were guiding your hips like they had their own rhythm like it was natural.

"Shit sorry I-" You weren't even drunk, not fully but you couldn't help to indulge in areas you never deemed yourself to head.

Yet, as you went to pull away, Natasha made quick work of herself to yank you back into her arms. God her arms, you could barely make out the painted red nails in the light's glaring above you, but you could sense not one single thing was out of place.

"I'm not opposed to it, in fact I was rather enjoying myself darling," Her voice was darker this time, it sent shivers coursing through your entire being.

The both of you couldn't hold yourselves together, grinding halfway on the dance floor against one another. No care in the world was given, had you given yourself more dignity you may have been embarrassed. Yet, gone were the thoughts of your friends or the fact you were in public, tossed aside. All you could smell, think of and feel was Natasha behind you.

Time became completely meaningless, like it no longer existed, just a mere concept of a reality around you. Natasha's hand clasped your own guiding you to what you assumed was the staff-back entry. No arguments made of course, you found yourself following her like an obedient little thing, desperate for any form of attention.

Her soft warm hand guided you through the doors, into a locker-room that looked deserted aside the odd coat hanging up. The moment she entered with you, the redhead locked the door before slamming you into one of the lockers.

A surprise gasp elicited from your lips, her plump ones tilting upwards into a devilish smile. It was now you could see Natasha fully, her red flowing hair looking slightly tangled but still managing to look gorgeous. Yet, something felt off. As you glanced up into what you were expecting to see earthly-green eyes, you were met with a different sight.

Her eyes were a deep, haze of blood red, looking like she'd been crying for hours yet impossibly more than that. Your blood ran cold as Natasha raised an eyebrow at you, before realisation hit her face, her lips tilting slightly to the side.

"Are you-" You stuttered earning you a sultry deep chuckle, sending your blood cold.

"You can say it, I won't bite," The irony of the sentence not going to miss.

"A vampire?" The words sounded foreign on your lips, like you'd gone batshit insane.

Maybe you had? Perhaps, one too many shots or cocktails had sent your head spinning eyes going foggy and playing tricks. Yet, the way Natasha was staring at you, the red eyes only glowing deeper than a pricked rose told your mind it wasn't hallucinations.

"Does that scare you?" She asked, her voice going slightly gentle for a mere second.

Did it scare you? Deep down you felt it should, a vampire had no business or at least according to the lores of tales with human's. Not a good style of business anyway, especially considering all of the gore of films and books you'd indulged in.

However when you glanced at Natasha it felt.. different. Like you had no means to be scared. There were thorn's on single rose, it didn't steer people clear of admiring the rose's beauty and the symbolism of what the flower meant.

"No," your voice answered truthfully.

Your answer earned you a pointed look. Her lips tilting upwards into a wide grin. It exposed her fangs that were sharper than one could say a knife itself. Something in you felt drawn to them, to her. Like a siren, something dangerous was lurking you into a deep forest wanting to take you. You'd let her.

"Can I?" She asked, her lips placed delicately against your skin. You felt like Natasha was trying to memorise your scent, like you were prey to her, desperate for a sweet honey-scented bite.

"Yes," you found your lips answering of their own accord.

Waisting no more time for herself, Natasha lurched forward attaching her plump lips to your neck. A soft gasp, followed by a sweet moan left lips, yours or hers you weren't sure. The likelihood was both of you.

The older woman wasted no time with you, biting down hard enough to draw blood. This time it was you who moaned causing her to growl slightly in a way you didn't know could leave anyone's lips. She sucked away at the blood, a harsh smile painting upon her lips against your neck.

"You taste divine, like the heavens created you themselves," She whispered against your neck.

Natasha continued her bite trails, licking up the blood delicately but with care as she trailed along. You felt like you were indulging in such sinful acts, but with her holding you up against the locker, drawing out blood and treating you with such care. Well your mind couldn't form a simple formed thought let alone think of the consequences.

You felt a bare thigh slip between your skirt, right onto your core and your head slammed back into the locker. Yet, when you attempted to grind down on it Natasha gave you a large bite onto your jugular. She sucked away at the blood, but held your hips in place and you dare not move in that moment.

"Please, N-Natasha you're not playing fair," you attempted to gasp out.

Instead you received a firm hand around your throat lightly squeezing as she made direct eye contact with you. The eye contact was so intense, it sent your stomach alight, your insides churning around as you saw how deep red her eyes appeared.

"Oh darling, all's fair in love and war. Besides, I never play fair. Be a good girl now, wait patiently."

Plump lips, kissing you hard against your own gave you no time to respond. Instead you gasped into her mouth, giving Natasha enough time and chance to slide her tongue into your mouth. You accepted it willingly of course, desperate to get any sort of high she was going to give you.

A loud tear below, caught you off guard and your eyes drifted down to the sound. Gasping into the kiss, you'd discovered the redhead had all but destroyed your underwear ripping them off in one swift movement. God you knew vampires had a tendency for strength in some ways, but the sight of it being used for desire only drove heat straight to your core.

Before you could even protest, Natasha attacked your lips again, shoving her tongue back into your mouth. She nibbled feverishly at your lower lip, moaning softly against your lips.

"I cannot get enough of you my sweet little human," She whispered and you were grateful her hands were holding you up against the lockers.

Without warning, her hands started to grind your hips against her bare thigh, your core beginning to clench around practically nothing. If this was supposed to be hell, you'd stay in it every-time if Natasha was going to be driving you into sheer bliss like this.

Her hands roamed around your body, nails digging into your skin as they traced down against your back. The pain brought tears to your eyes, but merely bliss and arousal followed. Especially as you felt Natasha move you against her thigh, your wetness seeping down shamelessly onto her knee.

"My someone's a dirty little girl aren't they?" Her words sounding so filthy for someone who looked so pristine.

You felt her fingers drift down over your neck squeezing once again and she bit down on your lower lip once more. A metallic taste invaded your lips before she sucked on your lower lip, causing your back to arch as desire filled through your lungs.

Without a second of warning, Natasha's long delicate fingers firmly pressed against your clit, rubbing against it like she was determined to send you into a different dimension. You felt stars fill your eyes as your head once again slammed into the locker's behind you.

"N-Natasha I can't hold on.."

Your voice sounded so weak and pathetic, had it been any other time you'd have cared deeply and wanted nothing but to cower away in embarrassment. Yet, with Natasha's nimble fingers and thigh flexing her muscles every few seconds, you couldn't think. Only feel.

"I'm not asking you to hold on, Sweetheart. Let go, cum for me that's a good girl now," She asked her fingers moving at an impossibly fast speed.

That's when you felt the wetness seeping out of you like a gush, the orgasm hitting you at such a ferocity you needed to hold onto Natasha's shoulder's. Your nails dug into her skin and she smirked against your neck breathing in your scent like she couldn't get enough, her fingers nor guide on your hips never slowing. The feeing sent you into over-stimulation and you groaned loudly trying to pull away.

However, Natasha merely moved you with such an incredible strength you nearly gasped. She slammed you into the near by couch, well you say slammed. The older woman practically flew across the room with you in her arms, the couch ripping slightly with such intensity hitting it.

Natasha wasted no more time biting down your skin, physically ripping off your clothes. It was like something feral was now driving her, not stopping her for a single second. Your skin littered in bite marks, blood spilling out from each mark as she licked it up. Her tongue felt warm against your cold skin and you groaned at the feeling, burning your body alight.

Her hands drifted ferociously over your skin, clutching at your breasts, before her lips moved to them biting and sucking on your nipples. It felt like something you'd never felt before and you should be afraid, but you weren't. Instead your entire body dancing in the fires of desire and arousal.

"God, Y/N/N, I cannot get enough of you. You're a sweet creature who needs someone older to take care of you," She whispered before biting down on your stomach and sucking on it like it was her life's goal.

"J-Just how much older?" You tried to whisper before she squeezed her nails down on your thigh to shush you.

"Mm, all in good time pet, all in good time," Her nails racking down your now naked body drawing harsh red lines that would definitely leave marks.

Her lips attached themselves to your thigh, biting down hard with her fangs. You moaned loudly, causing her to shush you. You were still in the club after all. Your hands drifted into her silky red locks, bliss and arousal filling you up in every part of your body.

Suddenly, her slim fingers delved deep into your core, pumping with a speed that was animalistic. Natasha gave you no time to adjust to her fingers before adding 2 more, pumping in and out of you fast.

Your hips grinded down onto her fingers body practically arching off the couch in the locker room. Her free hand dug her nails back into your abdomen, pushing you back down as you felt her fangs continue to bite and suck away at both thighs.

"Natasha please, I'm going to cum can I cum?"

You begged her, barely recognising the sounds leaning your lips your voice sounding foreign to your own ears. Natasha chuckled, it was darker this time sounding scarier, something you shouldn't be turned on by. Yet, she knew different as more wetness left your core allowing her fingers to move at a feral pace the slick noises filling the room.

"No," She said without any room for arguments just a one word answer.

Her fingers merely sped up, causing some tears to spill from your eyes. Of course it didn't go unnoticed to the female vampire, instead Natasha chuckled, the sound sending your body cold and practically into a frenzy.

"Aw does my sweet little human need to cum that badly? Is my girl that much of a whore you can't fucking wait for 5 minutes?" She teased you causing you to writher beneath her whimpers leaving your lips.

Her mouth suddenly moved straight to your soaked pussy, sucking and using her fangs to bite gently but firmly down on your clit. Your hand had to fly up to your mouth to halt the screams. However, Natasha's fingers sped up and a particularly harsh bite told you she wanted to hear you.

"No no, Sweetheart. I want to hear your screams, moans and every ounce of pleasure I give you. You look devine crying from a simple pleasure of my fingers and tongue, be a good girl now and comply."

You went to protest before she dug her nails into your skin again causing you to move your hand and moan loudly.

"Don't test my patience pet. You don't want to find out if you cross a vampire, especially a female at that. Now let me take my reward," she said before her fingers sped up even faster.

Natasha's thumb moved to rub against your clit, her nails feeling surprisingly so incredibly good as her tongue worked wonders. You were convinced she had a longer tongue than the average human, but that wouldn't surprise you.

The knot in your stomach tightened and you felt stars dancing around in the corners of your vision. How much longer you could hold on you weren't sure, but her tongue wasn't slowing down and nor was her fingers. A particularly harsh bite down on your clit followed by a suck sent you crying in desperation.

"Okay sweet human, you can cum now. Make a beautiful mess on my tongue and fingers and give me my reward," She whispered the sounds hitting you hard.

Your back arched and you let out a cry of pain? Delight or joy? Possibly all three but you released hard on Natasha's fingers and tongue. A gush of wetness hit her tongue and the realisation that you'd squirted practically made Natasha almost loose control entirely.

Black dots began to fill your vision as you flopped back onto the now completely ripped couch, Natasha pulling away after some time. She licked up the remaining cum, her face which you could barely make out still had traces of your blood lingering there. Attempting to look down, you realised just how many bite marks there were.

Your vision was becoming too dark now, sheer exhaustion from your intense orgasms overtaking you as she leaned over you biting softly at your pulse point. You found yourself drifting away barely making out her final words as Natasha stroked your hair gently.

"I think I'll keep you pet. I'd love to worship a sweet little human like yourself and you'd do wonders in my little life. Mine to keep and mine to please," her voice fading away into the distance as your vision became foggier.

[sumiieon]

ノ Thinking about ; librarian MYDEI ⸝⸝ modern au ⸝⸝ wc: 583 ⸝⸝ not proofread ⸝⸝ sfw ⸝⸝ english is not my first language ⸝⸝ might be ooc ⸝⸝ this one's kind of cringy ngl ⸝⸝ messily written and rushed ⸝⸝ gn reader

⸝⸝ "If there's a chance in the next life, you should come visit my library" You bet. sob sob. ⸝⸝ You first stumbled upon him when you were trying to study for a test at college. I hc'd that Mydei as a librarian and in the modern au generally is much more composed than he ever is, composed as in even calmer and relaxed now that he's out of the entire strife heir duty in this life. Still fierce though! ⸝⸝ Mydei with reading glasses. I repeat, Mydei with reading glasses. Round ones or square ones, I feel like any looks good on him (unless I'm tripping). He definitely has to keep a portion of his hair tied up though. ⸝⸝ Secretly reads those cheesy sappy romance novels in the middle of his shift and then denies it when questioned by the rest of the Chyrsos Heir (Seriously, what do you call them in the modern au because I have not a single idea on what) ⸝⸝ This may sound cliché but imagine café dates with librarian Mydei. Bonus points if you choose to work as a waiter as a part time job in a cafe, imagine Mydei visiting you at work with the sole intent of seeing you (to which, again, he wouldn't admit to your face). Please I need crumbs of more modern au with amphoreus' cast. ⸝⸝ Not to mention, library dates of course! Where both you and Mydei are graced with each other's presence and the comforting silence in the library, as well as the warmth of the sunlight peeking into the library through the windows... Aside from Phainon third-wheeling the two of you, oftentimes unintentionally, yet he does not let the opportunity of teasing Mydei slide. ⸝⸝ Sounds extremely personal, but indulges in chess with you when you visit him in the library. Him being battle smart makes me think he'd do well with games that requires you to twist your brain around like chess and I have absolutely no idea why. ⸝⸝ If you go to the library to study, Mydei will definitely help you study! Even as small as accompanying you and listening you rant about how tiring your days have been ― "here, I'll help you. Less complaining and more work" /aff (he loves you don't worry) ⸝⸝ Another cliche thing, but since Mydei is physically adept in canon, I like to think that while he's a librarian (as in, 'librarians are typically nerds' type of stuff which might not always be true) he goes to the gym as well outside his shift, or at the very least exercises often. You can see the result of his discipline routine when he carries those heavy thick books alone with ease. ⸝⸝ I heard from somewhere (totally not my gut) that Mydei gets shy when he's teased. This made me think about a confession scenario with him. He appears confident and reserved at first, but as you probe more of him and this really important stuff he wants to tell you, he folds slowly. It may not seem like it and it's really easy to miss how the tip of his ears flush slowly and subtly the longer this takes than he intended. ⸝⸝ It's not his fault, the words he wanted to say are not coming out as easy as he hoped them to be! ⸝⸝ Your daily reminder that Mydeimos from Honkai : Star Rail is babygirl wife ethereal breathtaking gorgeous

© fleuriion ― please refrain from ; plagiarizing, ai usage, repost without credits ― positive interactions are always welcome!

[velvetm00light]

Temper Tantrums

gif: pinterest dividers: @benkeibear, @mariariley, @haerinism

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Y/n has finally entered the dating scene after refusing to even look at another guy romantically in years. As she gossips with her coworkers at the BAU about her date, Spencer sees red. As the tension grows between Spencer and Y/n, she's finally fed up and confronts him.

Warnings: Cursing, coworkers, mutual pining, immature behavior, name calling.

A/N: Actually kind of proud of this one, I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as I hope you will :))

Y/N CAN FEEL THE jet humming beneath her boots, the hand she's rested her chin upon vibrating her skull so intensely she begins to wonder if she could get the adult equivalent of shaken baby syndrome from it.

Emily is settled in the seat next to her, immersed in a game of chess with Spencer on the opposite side of the chessboard. JJ sits across from y/n, and the both of them can't help but watch intently as pieces are moved and soft curses are exchanged. "I'm getting anxious just watching this," y/n whispers to JJ. JJ nods her wide-eyed approval, never moving her gaze from the restless hands attached to their coworkers.

As the intense game of chess seems to last for an eternity, JJ finally tears her gaze away from the game and speaks to the rest of the team, "I know I'm ready for drinks when we get back."

"As long as Rossi's buying, I'm in," Morgan chirps.

"I guess I'm buying," Rossi's playfully rolls his eyes, the smile tugging at his lips ratting out his amusement. If no one had mentioned getting drinks after departing the jet, Rossi would've offered to buy rounds just to get the team to go with him.

"Did I hear Rossi's buying?" Emily asks, her head finally rising from the chessboard for the first time since her and Spencer began playing games ago.

"Are you coming?" JJ asks y/n, her lips forming a pout.

"I can't, I have..plans," y/n smiles apologetically.

"Who could be more important than us?" Emily asks, her jaw slack, as if completely taken aback by her sudden plans and the fact that she hangs out with people other than them.

"If you must know, I'm going on a date."

Spencer's head snaps up from the game, his gaze burning a hole into y/n as she smiles shyly and wrings her hands in her lap.

"A date?" JJ gasps, "With who? Oh my god, you have to tell us everything!"

"I don't want to jinx it. This is the first date anyway, he could be a complete weirdo."

"Please tell us how it goes after!"

"I will."

"Oh my god, this is so exciting, y/n!" Emily exclaims.

"It's about time you got back out there," JJ agrees.

"It's just a date, guys. No need to get your panties in a twist just yet. This job isn't for the weak, especially when it comes to dating."

"Oh, we know." They both dramatically sigh.

Spencer has not ceased gawking at y/n since she announced she was going on a date, the game of chess before him completely forgotten. He only tears his eyes away from her when she looks towards him, her brows furrowing together in confusion.

"Have so much fun and be safe..."

"Believe me, I'm not that type of girl, don't look at me like my mother would," y/n laughs. The girls laugh along with her but the tension in the air is palpable to the rest of the occupants on the jet.

Luckily for the rest of the team, the jet lands with perfect timing. The girls send y/n off on her date, explaining to her over and over again about using protection, red flags to look out for on the first date, and a million other tidbits of information they felt necessary to indulge her in before she could be on her way.

Spencer is the last to leave the plane, purposely packing up his chess pieces and board slowly. When he finally steps onto the tarmac, he can't stop himself from searching for her. There's an ache in his heart as his gaze bores into the back of her head as she walks quickly to her car in the carpark, her steps light and excited.

He doesn't allow himself to wish that she was rushing to go on a date with him, instead.

Y/n pushes through the glass doors to the BAU bullpen with a smile plastered across her face. She plops down in her brown, leathery swivel chair at her desk which, unfortunately for Spencer at this moment, is directly across from his.

He watches her intently as she settles in her chair, placing her bag underneath her desk and getting comfortable enough to go over some case files. She barely even gets to open a file before JJ and Emily are rushing up to her desk. JJ sits herself on the side of y/n's desk and Emily pulls up an empty chair.

Spencer's grip on his pen turns his knuckles white, his pen almost ripping through his paper. He keeps his head down, attempting to seem uninterested in the conversation he knows they're about to have.

"How did it go?" JJ asks impatiently, resting her head in her hands, leaning closer as if that'll get the information out of y/n any faster.

"It was actually..really good. He was sweet."

"Aw, good! You totally deserve someone who's sweet. You don't strike me as the type to swoon over the bad boy."

Y/n chuckles, agreeing wholeheartedly. In theory, the bad guy seems nice, he's protective, he'll murder anyone who touches his girl, and danger is thrilling. But, y/n has known that she's too independent to deal with a guy's possessiveness and it would just piss her off. Plus, sometimes the guys who look like they wouldn't hurt a fly but would actually would murder someone just for looking at his girl wrong...even hotter.

"There's nothing better than a secretly protective man. The bad boy exterior is kind of..embarrassing," y/n whispers. The women's eyes simultaneously land on Morgan, walking down the stairs to his own desk.

Morgan pauses as he notices the stare of the 3 women in the bullpen. "What?"

All he gets is giggles as a response as they turn back to their conversation. "To be fair, the mysterious persona fits him," Emily says matter-of-factly.

JJ and y/n nod in agreement and continue to whisper to each other about y/n's date the previous night. Unable to listen to anymore explicit details, Spencer abruptly rises from his chair and storms into the kitchen to gather and distract himself from the rising rage coursing through his blood.

He rummages through the public cupboards, keeping himself busy enough to miss out on the rest of that stupid conversation. "Spence?" A soft voice calls out. He whips around, almost jumping out of his skin entirely. His temper already worn thin at all the thoughts jumbled in his head, the leash on himself becomes completely taut seeing y/n standing in the doorway, a worried look on her face.

"What?" Spencer snaps.

"I-I was just seeing if you were okay," she says softly. Spencer mentally chastises himself. He hates that he's taking his anger out on her when she's done nothing wrong. He's the one who's ignored and shoved down his feelings for her since he began to feel those butterflies in his stomach when she spoke to him.

"Thank you for checking up on me, but I'm fine," he deadpans. He makes no move to move out the door past her in fear he'll accidentally brush up against her skin and his restraint will snap completely.

"Are you sure?"

"I said I'm fine."

"I can tell you're not, I wouldn't be a very good profiler if I believed you. But I'm not going to push you. I just hope you're okay. If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you."

"Thanks," he grumbles. He turns his back on her, continuing to go through the cabinet in hopes she leaves. His immaturity made him lose his appetite, and when he peaks over his shoulder towards the doorway, he isn't sure why his heart aches to see it empty.

Several days pass by and y/n's irritation is full to the brim. Spencer avoids her at all costs - sitting on the opposite side of the jet on the way to their newest case, if the only seats open in the conference room are directly next to her, he stands on the opposite side of the room, and ignoring any and all questions, comments, or concerns she has tried to communicate to him.

The tension between them becomes a wire stretched to it's breaking point, threatening to snap if they're not careful. The hostility that seems to be growing between them is not missed by their coworkers.

Morgan and y/n are camped out in a dark unmarked car provided to them by the local police enforcement. They were assigned to keep watch at the unsub's preferred dumpsite to see if he returns to revisit his victims like he'd done previously.

She wonders if Hotch purposely stuck her on boring duty to try to relieve the strain in the air - she wouldn't doubt it. She's honestly feels grateful for a moments reprieve. Well, she was grateful, but that was until Morgan opened his mouth.

"What's going on between you and Reid?"

"What do you mean?"

"You honestly can't think I'm stupid. I feel like I have allergies because the air around you guys is so damn suffocatingly...angry."

"I have no idea what you're talking about Derek."

"Hey, if you don't want to talk about it, that's completely fine. I'm just worried about you, kid."

She sighs and rests her head back on the head rest. She allows herself a moment to regain her composure - her coworkers shouldn't be punished because of Spencer's childish behavior.

"Thank you, Derek. I appreciate you. I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"It's okay, I get it. The kid's been weird this entire case."

"Tell me about it."

"Is there a specific reason?"

"Fuck if I know."

"Fair enough, I guess."

Morgan shrugs and returns his attention back on the wooded forest in front of them. Y/n's mind chases itself in circles as she considers asking Morgan about it but she isn't sure if it would even make her feel any better. She racks her brain for an actual reason to justify the way he's been treating her but she can't. She sighs to herself, internally fighting the struggle between fighting for their friendship, or letting him ruin it.

Y/n keeps her eyes glued to the jet window, resting her head on the plane wall, unconsciously wringing her hands in frustration. "You only do that when you're nervous or angry," Emily whispers over the small table between them. Emily's eyes dart to Spencer, sitting at the tail end of the plane, exactly where y/n assumed he would be like a coward.

Y/n's eyes finally peel themselves away from the darkened night sky and are met with Emily's concerned expression. "Do what?" She asks lowly, too mentally and physically exhausted from tracking down a serial killer and dealing with the temper tantrums of a grown man turned toddler.

"Wring your hands like that."

"Oh," is all she can manage out. She looks down at her moving hands, immediately removing her hands from each other and sitting on them.

"I know you well enough to know that if you wanted to talk about it, you would have already so I won't ask. I just don't like seeing it consume you."

"Thank you, Em. I just-I'm pissed the fuck off."

"Why?"

"Spencer has been throwing tantrums since he stormed away from his desk right before we left for this case. I went to check on him and he snapped at me and completely shut me out, which fine whatever, I don't like to be pushed either. But he's done nothing but avoid me, ignore me, and just flat out pretend I don't exist this entire case and I'm at my breaking point."

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"How am I supposed to do that? He couldn't even set his emotions aside for one second to hear my opinion on why the unsub was dumping where he was or why he chose the ritual of displaying them like that."

"Maybe you should just confront him, make him listen to you."

"If I thought it was that easy, I would've done it already."

"Do it after we get off the jet."

"He's going to take forever to make sure I'm half way to my car before he even thinks about exiting this damn jet."

"Just give it a try, you're just making excuses now, y/n. I'll give a heads up to the rest of the team to avoid the crossfire."

"Thank you, Em. I appreciate you," y/n sighs. She runs through the conversation in her head over and over, deconstructing and reconstructing her opening statement and the evidence she plans on bringing up to prove her point. She's sure as hell not going to deal with this for any longer and she's not going to let someone she thought was her friend drive her away from the job she loves and the people she cares about most.

The door to the jet whirs open and the rest of the team hauls out of the jet quickly. Y/n takes her time getting up from her seat, her heart beating rapidly as she takes the stairs down to the tarmac one by one. She decides to stand out of sight from his seat on the jet so she can hopefully catch him by surprise.

After a few minutes of clutching her jacket closed from the piercing wind, Spencer finally drags himself out of the jet. Once his feet hit the tarmac, she falls into step beside him. "We need to talk."

He whirls his head to where she's walking casually beside him, her gaze fixed on the expanding airstrip ahead. "There's nothing to talk about," Spencer retorts.

"You might not have anything to say, but that's fine. That means you can just listen to what I have to say," she demands, catching his arm, spinning him to face her. Fury is written all over her face and Spencer's heart starts to beat faster. He knows he deserves every ounce of fury and venom she's about to spit at him.

"Why are you acting like such a child towards me? You've done nothing but ignore, avoid, and act like I'm not even a person to you, let alone your friend, like I thought we were. I don't deserve to be treated the way you've been treating me, Spencer."

"I know you don't and I'm sorry. But that's why I've been angry."

"Why?"

"Because, I don't want to just be your friend. It's eating me from the inside out to continue to just be friends and hear you talk about this new guy and knowing that I'd never be man enough to tell you that I'm tired of just being friends but I never want to get in the way of your happiness so I just didn't think there was a point in saying anything now."

"What are you saying?"

"That I have loved you from the damn moment you risked your life in the Utah case 2 years ago. In that moment, I knew that losing you would tear my entire world apart."

"You absolutely fucking idiot!" Y/n cries out. Before Spencer can react, y/n takes him by the collar of his sweater and crashes her lips onto his with fiery passion. Their tongues dance in tandem together. They're both breathless and panting when they rise from their kiss, y/n's hand still gripped on his sweater. "I love you, too, you fucking bonehead."

[lxvebun]

Heart-shaped kisses. HSR edition ♡

buns notes I am not caught up with the game at all, literally just passed Gepards fight but thats not going to stop me. I hope you enjoy!

content Blade/Dan heng/Gepard/ Jing Yuan x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing of course. Food consumption Gepards and jing yuan is a little long but I will not apologize. I know nothing of chess forgive me i tried to describe everything as vague as possible shsjs. Use of nickname love. Eng is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. Not completely proofread

All heart shaped kisses fics♡

⁎⁺˳✧༚Blade໒꒱.*

Every sweet touch of your lips to his feels like stars are awakening within his veins, Igniting a burning, irresistible hunger, a desire, to hold you closer and selfishly steal another sweet kiss, and then another, and then just one more<3, With no doubt in his heart, you are the closest thing to paradise he will ever experience in his lifetime, and he's going to indulge in it for as long as you're willing to stay.

Maybe you're the reason he's still here, to soften the sharp edges of his blade.

⁎⁺˳✧༚Dan Heng໒꒱.*

Kisses with Dan Heng always happen in private, under warm candlelight, and with only the stars as a witness. He completely melts into you, the weight on his shoulders disappearing just for a moment as his senses are completely enveloped by you, and the sweetness of your kisses and the warmth radiating from your skin from where his hands are resting on your cheeks, rubbing heart shapes into your skin and tilting your head just right to meet his lips. With your hearts beating in sync, he knows he has found his forever home<3

Gepard and jing yuan under the cut!

⁎⁺˳✧༚Gepard໒꒱.*

It's not until a few months into your relationship that you have your first proper kiss with him, not counting the ones you sneakily press to his cheek when he's distracted before scattering off or the soft forehead kisses he gives you in the early morning when you're still warmly tucked into bed and he (with pain in his heart) has to leave early >:(

''I want our first kiss to be special,'' he says quietly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as a nervous habit, trying his best to soothe the blush trailing its way to his cheeks. "If you don't mind" (He is so ficking cute I canfbehwhs) Of course you wouldn't mind it!

Every day his love and adoration for you blooms stronger, like vines in your name are wrapped around his heart and soul, evergrowing and ever consuming leaving no empty space. And this is exactly what he told you (after a little push from Serval) , under soft candlelight over the surprise dinner he prepared for you. Unlike a proper seating arrangement, you both sat next to each other on the same side of the table, enjoying the closeness of it all.

He's acting a little odd, a little nervous, it's hard to read but you can tell. It's not until after dessert that you figure out why his hands are shaking slightly and his eyes keep drifting off to your lips

''Permission to lean in? '' he whispers, lips hovering over yours and you're not quite sure if it's your heart that you hear beating so loudly or his.

''Permission granted. '' you reply back with a smile

His kisses are surprisingly strong, and any nervousness from the moments before completely vanishes as he eagerly leans in with enough power behind it to slightly make you lean back, one hand coming up to caress the back of your neck and the other one still holding yours. Strong as his kisses are they are nonteless loving and breathtaking, he's leaning into you like you're his personal source of oxygen. It's all a very cute contrast to when you both pull away and he's looking off to the side saying "I hope that was good" You answer him with another kiss<3

⁎⁺˳✧༚Jing Yuan໒꒱.*

You're not sure why you keep agreeing to this. Your mind is running through every possible outcome and he still manages to beat you. The pri-

"Oh, come on, love" You ignore the fluttering of your heart at the nickname. It seems like the little mental battle that was going on was evident on your face. Sitting before you across the chessboard, failing to hide his smirk behind his hands sits Jing Yuan, your biggest enemy, the bane of your existence, the secret crush and love of your life. " I promise I'm not stealing any pieces this time, you almost have me"

The little sparrow on your shoulders is trying its best to comfort you, rubbing his little head against your cheek and chirping so sweetly, that it's enough to make you willing to keep playing and move another one of your pieces.

Jing Yuan sends you a soft smile before his eyes trail down to study the board. You don't play with a time limit, so he's taking his time to calculate his next move. He didn't lie, you are very close to winning. And finally, you see that too, but you also see how there is an opening for jing yuan to get the upper hand again. You are trying your hardest not to roll your eyes at it, If only you could distract him, intervene with the on going calculation in his mind

Just as he picks up the exact piece you were fearing you quickly blurt out. " I want you to kiss me"

His movements slow and you can hear his breath hitch, his brain trying to catch up with your words and it's enough to make him misplace his piece. He look at you again, as you quickly move your pieces, winning the game. The sparrow on your shoulder fluttering around you in joy and the beautiful melody of your laugh echoing around him.

I win" you say proudly, too occupied with reveling in your victory, you don't hear him get up and move over next to you. close enough to feel his warmth, far enough to get up if you want. It's not until the sparrow that once sat on your shoulder flies past you to sit on his knee that you snap out of your victory haze

"jing yuan?"

"it's quite rude to say things you don't mean, love"

maybe it is the buzz of winning lingering and boosting your confidence because you have no clue where your next words come from

"who says I didn't mean it?"

with a small chuckle escaping his lips and a gentle smile on his face, he sends you one last nod, silently asking for permission, just to be sure, and quickly after receiving a nod back as confirmation, cupping your chin in his hands, thumb trailing along your jawline, pressing a feathery kiss to it and then locking your lips with his.

you let him take the lead, the one time you're fine with losing. The kiss is gentle and intoxicating, enough to make your head fog up with hearts and flowers and spread a delicious warmth all over your body. it takes a while for both of you to open your eyes after pulling away. it's Jing Yuan who breaks the silence. In a slightly flustered state he asks

"are you up for another round?"

"another kiss or another game?"

"whichever you prefer the most"

[seriousbrat]

It's games night tomorrow. I have prepared Marauders questions accordingly. Feel free to include Snape and Lily in the game.

Who's the best at Chess? Who's the worst?

Who's the best at poker? Who's the worst?

Who's always suggesting Strip Poker, and who turns up wearing extra layers for the occasion?

This is my favourite game - who's the best at Scrabble?

Who's the best at charades and who's the worst?

Truth or dare! Who's choosing what? And would you wanna indulge us with an uncomfortable truth about each one of them?

Finally, how would a game of Werewolf go down? Ironically, I have a feeling Remus would be very bad at it.

omg this is a fun one!! Good luck with your games night!

Who's the best at Chess? Who's the worst?

Honestly, I feel like it's Sirius for a lot of these. Sirius lol. I see him as pretty strategic and he's obviously very intelligent and I think he'd have played a lot against Reg as a kid. James could maybe give him a run for his money just because James has maths brain, but on the other hand I think he'd be a bit reckless strategy-wise. Though now that I think about it Remus would be quite good... hmm now I think it's actually a tie between Sirius and Remus. And they'd have the most fun playing each other for that reason because they're evenly matched. Peter, obviously, is the worst.

Who's the best at poker? Who's the worst?

Again I think Sirius is the best. His poker face is impeccable first of all, and he's very very perceptive when it comes to others. I think he'd be an absolute menace when playing poker. Like he could play professionally. And here I'll actually say that Remus is the worst-- we know Peter can be very deceptive when he wants to be, and also I think he'd be quite a cautious player. So would Remus but his bluffs would just NOT work, especially on Sirius. James kind of just average.

Who's always suggesting Strip Poker, and who turns up wearing extra layers for the occasion?

Again I think Sirius is probably suggesting this lol. Maybe James. Peter DEFINITELY would turn up with three thousand layers lol. Remus, while knowing he will lose, is committed to fairness so he'd play the game as god intended.

This is my favourite game - who's the best at Scrabble?

lol I must confess that I hate scrabble..... but its fine.... maybe I'll go James for this one! I just feel like he has a quick thinking to him that would make him spot possibilities on the board and his letters really easily. The reason I hate scrabble while actually loving anagrams btw is that it's not about making the longest word (which I enjoy) but about getting shorter but effective words on the right squares. That's much less fun to me because instinctively I always just want to make the longest word possible (so I prefer playing along with Countdown or the nyt spelling bee haha.)

You didn't ask for the worst scrabble player but it's probably Peter-- on the other hand I can also see Sirius being That Guy who constantly tries for words that everyone knows dont exist lol.

Who's the best at charades and who's the worst?

Okay hmm this is interesting... I think I'm going to say James is best, and my reasoning for that is that the Potters were definitely a Charades Family. Every christmas they play charades in the parlour (🤢) however James is also extremely competitive about it and gets VERY frustrated when people don't guess right lol. He takes it way too seriously. Maybe I'll say Sirius is worst because 1. he wouldn't make much of an effort 2. he'd purposefully choose extremely obscure things just to be annoying

Truth or dare! Who's choosing what? And would you wanna indulge us with an uncomfortable truth about each one of them?

I think I've answered the first bit before so quickly: James, Sirius-- dare. Remus, Peter-- truth. Okay now the home truths....

Sirius: hard to say what he wouldn't be willing to admit to, tbh. Maybe something actually emotional-- something like his fears that he'll become like his family. Or, tbh, the fact that he once believed his family's screed about muggleborns, which is something he may have tried to downplay later on.

James: James would be embarrassed about slightly less deep things than Sirius haha. I do think his crush on Lily would be embarrassing to him at first. Depending on when this game is played I don't think James would really want to admit he'd never kissed a girl. Obviously he has deeper insecurities, but in terms of what he's aware of I think James is generally pretty open.

Remus: Remus has a lot of obvious uncomfortable truths. Maybe that he doesn't approve of some of his friends' behaviour, or his fears that he's less than what his friends deserve, his jealousy (as I see it) of Sirius. I also see Remus as having had at one point a crush on Lily too so he would NOT want to admit that in front of James.

Peter: I'm gonna say he pissed the bed his first year lol. He also would not want to admit that he's never kissed a girl-- whereas Remus would probably admit this quite easily. I think he'd also be unwilling to admit to academic failure. Peter's definitely the most likely to lie during truth or dare.

Finally, how would a game of Werewolf go down? Ironically, I have a feeling Remus would be very bad at it.

I had to look up what werewolf was, we call it 'assassin' in spain.

I think Peter would be the surprise star of this game haha. He's sneaky. iirc you need more than 4 players so lets say they're playing with a big group of people-- James and Sirius would be an insanely good team if they were the murderers/werewolves. Sirius would also be very very persuasive in getting the group to accuse someone other than him. I agree Remus would not be very good at this lol.... Sirius and Peter would definitely be the best. If they were both the murderers though Sirius would absolutely sell Peter out to survive, ironically haha. James would be alright, especially if paired with Sirius, but maybe a bit overconfident. Lily I think would be quite good at this too.

wait Ive just reread the ask and realised I was supposed to include Sev and Lily. For most of these though, I don't think Sev and Lily would be either best or worst compared to the Marauders. Lily might be quite good at scrabble though, I can see her beating James. I'll add their truths (both would pick truth imo, although I can see Lily picking dare.)

Sev: his crush on Lily

Lily: her crush on James

Okay done! Lol. It's hard for me to imagine Sev playing anything with the Marauders (or anything at all to be honest unless it was a 2 player game with Lily. So I can't envisage how he'd ever be playing truth or dare.) But more seriously, if Lily was playing with the Marauders she probably would not want to admit a great many intimate details to a group of teenage boys haha.

[frozenwolftemplar]

Flash Fiction Friday 4/25

Ya know, I thought this one might not happen. I had a couple other ideas that failed to pan out and was close to calling it quits, but then I landed on this one and, welp, here we are! Still not sure I'm 100% happy with it, more like 90%, but that's still pretty good; happy reading y'all!

Thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt!

Fandom: Carmen Sandiego 2019

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,089 (this is as low as I could get it;

Dexter scowled as he sat back in his chair and regarded the chessboard, harboring decidedly more black pieces than white. "This is why I don't play chess."

"Practice, dear Wolfe." The white knight clinked despairingly as it was dropped to join its mate and numerous other slain fellows in the box of captured pieces. Maelstrom grinned smugly. "Practice, and foresight. To succeed in chess it to be always thinking ahead."

Dexter gave a grim smile. "All you're doing is outlining why I don't play. You know all my best work is done in the spur of the moment."

"A fatal flaw in chess," Maelstrom purred as he toyed with the captured pieces so a symphony of discordant clinks pattered through the room.

Wolfe chuckled even as he internally shuddered at the unmusical sound. "I don't see you complaining when my 'fatal flaw' makes VILE all the richer."

Maelstrom joined in, a sound that made the clinking dulcet by comparison. "Fair point, Wolfe. Particularly considering how the past year has gone." Planting his elbows on the table, he dropped his chin to rest on interlaced fingers; the air shifted. "By my counts you've taken more than double the solo capers than last year."

Wolfe focused hard on his next move.

 "While your successes have been undeniable, I must say the cost has been just as great; we hardly see you anymore. Why, you even missed poker night last month." He pursed his lips in an artificial pout and angled his head to try and catch Wolfe's eye; Wolfe kept them carefully downcast. "It just hasn't been the same here without you cheating us out of our fairly-made wagers."

"The wagers are never fair." Wolfe laid a debating finger on a bishop, then withdrew it. "And you banned me from dealing."

"Still." Maelstrom watched closely as the finger moved searchingly amongst the surviving pieces. "It's almost like you no longer desire our company."

Almost like your loyalties lie elsewhere.

Wolfe froze with his finger on his white queen. The unspoken question hanging like a noxious fume, invisible and strangling. Maelstrom penetrating gaze was of a kind with the surgeon's knife that knows exactly where to cut to bring the hidden to light, and Wolfe felt alarmingly like the patient bare and at its mercy on the table.

A pit opened in his stomach.

He'd been expecting this. As he was readying to leave on an…excursion, the professor had waltzed into his classroom and promptly started setting up a chessboard on his Chippendale table. "Come," he'd said, voice dripping with false cordiality. "Indulge an old amigo in a game of chess and some…conversation."

And he'd been with VILE long enough to listen between the lines. Never mind he covered his tracks thoroughly and always made sure each prolonged absence was more profitable than the last, being Faculty was a double-edged sword; the power and prestige of the position was weighted with things he hadn’t seen until this past year: leashes, suspicion, and a scrutiny that had him accepting the invitation he wished to refuse and taking his seat as his thoughts flew elsewhere.

Carlotta was due any day now, and he wanted to be there to welcome their daughter (she said it might still be a son, but his hunches were infallible).

But he was stuck here, and if he was not careful, he’d lose more than the chess match.

He should have taken the chance and left ages ago.

But he had committed to the game, and the only way out was to see it through.

He looked over the board again, marking the positions of his paltry white pieces and Maelstrom's numerous black forces, then made up his mind. Keeping his finger on the queen, he moved her, carefully, steadily, across the board. Past the shreds of his white defenses into enemy territory, past some offensively obvious traps his opponent had laid, and a sneakier one with humble pawns, then brought her to a stop on a square that afforded her a clear path to the black king.

"Check."

Maelstrom's eyes glimmered darkly. "Bold move, Wolfe. I almost regret doing this." Taking up his bishop he slid the piece across the board towards the queen, only to stop abruptly.

Wolfe smirked. "Hay algun problema, Gunnar?"

"This bishop should have a clear shot at the queen…" he muttered, staring at the pawn he swore wasn't on that square before. He drew back to better study the pieces, then-

Then.

Maelstrom stared at the board, eyes growing wider and wider as he noticed first one then another of his carefully-laid traps undone; rooks lying in ambuscade were shifted a crucial square out of place, knights that had been armed and ready know stood awkwardly just out of reach of their foe, and the line of once-dauntless pawns on a suicide mission cowered back, themselves at risk of being felled by what remained of Wolfe's forces.

Wolfe's smirk sharpened. "Ah, forgive me: I play so rarely, I forgot the term is check mate."

Maelstrom looked up with a furious scowl. "You moved my pieces."

Wolfe shrugged serenely. "And you did not call me on it. Your lack of observation is not on my conscience." He tipped his chair back on its back legs, silently daring Maelstrom to challenge him and the Rules of Stealth.

Maelstrom glowered; Wolfe plucked a white pawn from the board and twirled it between his fingers. Then Maelstrom tipped his head back, and let out a hearty laugh. "Ha! Well played, Wolfe." Grinning in a way so disused it was a wonder his face didn't crack, he reached across the board to shake Wolfe's hand. "Well played! And with that you may take your leave. Best of luck on the caper."

Shouldering his bag Wolfe nodded to Maelstrom as he headed for the door. "I shall compensate you all soundly for my absence."

A farewell wave from the professor, and Wolfe vanished; in minutes he was at the bow of Old Salt's boat, thoughts racing past the horizon and across the Atlantic, and breathed for the first time since his return to the Island.

Carlotta was due any day now.

Alone in Wolfe's classroom, Maelstrom thoughtfully reviewed the chessboard again. Truly, he had not seen the man move any other piece besides his own white queen, yet there was his black army, the meticulously crafted checkmate subtly destroyed, right under his nose. A feat that only a master of stealth such as Wolfe was capable of.

Impressive.

What else was Wolfe doing just under their noses?

(A/N: Tagging @mmaricarmen23 ; thought of you soon as I started writing Maelstrom 😜 (and thank you so much for the birthday wishes!))

[aruanimess]

all this talk about hobbies got me thinking... what if Reiner tries to get Armin into chess post-Rumbling in an ill-advised attempt to recreate what he had with Bertolt?

I bet it doesn't work either, and not just because nothing can bring a dead person back. Maybe Armin isn't into it, or, well, he is but not as much (that's the real pickle). He'll play with Reiner to bond with his girlfriend's friend/co-Warrior/proxy-brother, but he's more into checkers himself (or even something with an element of luck like backgammon). So he'll indulge Reiner, but his heart isn't into it.

Reiner is not stupid, he can tell. He feels a little condescended to, but he doesn't want to stop either, doesn't want to cut off even this flimsy, mostly self-deluded connection to Bertolt he feels when he plays with Armin. Especially, the thrill he gets when Annie walks in, takes one look at the chessboard and walks back out, just like she was doing when he and Bert were playing in the barracks, and before that in the camps (with the cracked, faded set they had rescued from the trash, with half the pieces replaced by leaves and nuts and pebbles), and before that in Marley. It makes him feel alive again, even if it's for a moment.

The worst bit, the absolute nightmare of a moment, comes when he shares a story with Armin. He's in the middle of explaining some elaborate strategy to him and he starts relating a tale of one of his and Bertolt's games. He tells Armin of how Bertolt tricked him into overcommitting and then turned the tables on him, taking him completely by surprise and winning the game in one fell swoop, and Armin laughs, then smiles and then says: "Oh, I think I remember that."

They don't play again after that.

A few days later, Jean walks into his room, carrying a chessboard underarm.

"I can't believe you asked Armin to play with you, when I'm clearly the superior choice," he says as he sits down.

They set the board.

[skycas1noregular]

I saw your post about writing oneshots... Fyozai for sure.

Id really want to see how Fyodor would react to Dazai joke flirting?? feel free to go anywhere with that, honestly. so happy for a fyosiglai truther on here

Now, before an actual oneshot, I gotta say that I personally see Fyodor indulging in it and playing mind games back, but then again, I do think it would make sense for him to be annoyed, so I chose that because... well, I don't know, honestly.

Also: Fyosiglai my beloved!!

Slight Fyolai but it's just mentions of Nikolai fucking around and annoying Fyodor

And heads up/spoilers: I mention Fyodor's ability, to give Dazai space for that special charm he has

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Peaceful day for a coffee of peace. Yet with the coffee, peace didn't come, nor did the receipt.

“There is no need to pay, sir. A young man from Table 7 paid for your coffee. Enjoy!”

One look to the left, and suddenly, the atmosphere changed from peaceful to anything but. Dazai was grinning right his way, with his cheek resting in his palm.

“I am fully capable of paying for my own coffee,” a simple and dismissive remark to let another know that this gesture wasn’t needed and most certainly wasn’t appreciated.

“Not saying you couldn’t, just wanted to wish you a happy birthday in some way,” answered the said another in some love-struck tone that Fyodor would bet would leave a sour taste in his mouth that even his black coffee couldn’t wash off.

Yeah, it was Fyodor’s birthday. But no, he didn’t need any celebration, especially not from the individual who rarely does anything without some higher motive, “Should have ordered a cake of some kind if you were feeling as generous as you are implying.” Should have left the moment I narrowed my eyebrows, but that will be left unsaid since I won’t be letting you know your presence can ruin my day.

“Oh, that I will leave to Nikolai,” Dazai shrugged, “I’m pretty sure he baked one, perhaps with some sort of a drug in it. I intended on giving you something he couldn’t.”

“I do not need anything from anyone. Birthdays are overrated either way.” Why that was, Fyodor won’t let Dazai know. Perhaps after his 50th, he’d understand how boring it is to celebrate every year. Or perhaps he’ll never understand why Fyodor wasn’t as impressed by his birthday. His ability doesn’t allow him to live more than necessary as Fyodor’s does, after all.

“Don’t want to know what I prepared for my little Demon? What I have to offer?” Dazai raised eyebrows higher with every word he spoke, eventually raising them enough to appear as if offended by Fyodor’s indifference.

“Indulge me. What would that be?” Fyodor sighed. Sure, if Dazai is so desperate to give him something Nikolai can’t, he’d love to see what exactly he is so proud of. Until now, both of them were giving him headaches every time he came in touch with them and both of them acted like fools around him.

In a span of two seconds, Dazai managed to pull a box out of his coat, reminding Fyodor of just how similar a headache Nikolai and he could both bring. However, when taking a quick look at the box, Fyodor noticed it was indeed something Nikolai would never pull out of his overcoat, and that was;

“Chess!”

Without wanting to seem impressed – because, yes, a good play of chess is a good birthday gift, and yes, Dazai is the only one who’s willing to play – he dismissed Dazai’s attempt once more, “I am not a fan of playing on foldable chess boards. They are too thin. And, by the size of the box, I can conclude that chess pieces are too small for my liking.”

Not caring for the single complaint Fyodor just gave, Dazai stood up and walked to his table, “Good thing I’m neither too thin nor too small.”

Gaze followed Dazai as he sat on the chair opposite to his, frown was still present from the moment he noticed Dazai, now was even more expressive, “Have you come here to play chess or fuck with my mind?”

Box was opened, the foldable chess board was put on the table, and gaze was lifted for just a second, a second that was enough for Dazai to flash him a grin and mouth, “Both. Perhaps even fuck with a dot at the end."

The moment Dazai put the black King on Fyodor’s part of the board, Fyodor opened his mouth to complain about not playing with white pieces, but Dazai was faster, “Since you, apparently, love to play with white pawns so much, I’d like to change it up a bit, make you play with dark ones. Out of principle.”

Some would call this phrase a racist joke, but both, Dazai and Fyodor, were aware that this was nothing more than a metaphor. Therefore, Fyodor didn’t want to back off and just continued with the nonsense Dazai had started, “Such humbling statement. A desperate attempt.” Putting yourself into the position of a pawn when you are a King yourself.

“Can’t a man flirt a bit? I’m tired of playing with myself when I could be your Queen on the same side. Of the bed, of course.”

Bottom. Fyodor wished to answer yet found himself shutting that thought up. There is no way in hell he would say such a thing out loud. But nonetheless, eyes narrowed, “You’re insufferable.”

Unfortunately, Dazai got him to indulge and play, yet made questionable moves. Those questionable moves that Fyodor raised eyebrows to lead them to the position they were currently in; pat. There was no way of either of them winning. Fyodor might be a good player, but with another who played just as well, that was an overstatement. They were equal, which would always result in neither of them being better than the other.

“I guess the only proper way out of this is for the both of us to simply give up,” Dazai sighed as if disappointed, despite his trying to get them to this exact point. To mark his words, he took his own King, broke the rules, and glided it to Fyodor’s. “Guess the only thing we have left is to kill ourselves,” he sighed, tipping Fyodor’s King to roll down the board, then dropped his own to do the same, “Together.”

“You have been playing towards pat for the last five minutes. Your excuse for this overly dramatic attempt at romance was not needed,” Fyodor dismissed Dazai’s said attempt, simply standing up and deciding to go about his day as he pleased, to spend another birthday being alone and in peace.

“Oh, c’mon,” a voice behind him whined, “Aren’t you tired? After years and decades, even centuries, you’re still willing to live?”

Fyodor’s whole body froze. Where the hell did Dazai pull that out and how the hell does he know about his ability that let him experience thousands of boring birthdays?

“You’re so boring, you know that?” Dazai yawned, seemingly unfazed by Fyodor being shocked like never before. He heard the chair pulling back, and, in the next moment, felt breath over his ear, “If you ever need your sweet pretty perfect ending, I’m always one call away. I'd make sure to make it as romantic as possible.” Such words were told so smoothly, so easily, and sounded so, so teasingly that Fyodor would have turned around and punched the punchable face of Dazai’s. And yet, out of shock, he stayed frozen in place until he felt breath leaving his ear.

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And radom author note that isn't important: I don't know why the Devil chose this way of reaching out to me, but when I die, I'll complain about it; I broke up with my partner because of their "joke flirting" with others which they said they won't be shutting down. I still enjoyed writing this, thought!

[writers-wrongs]

Could you write yandere headcanons for Arkham Riddler x male reader? If you don't do Arkham then BTAS?

sure thing! so far ive only played arkham knight (didnt realize it was the last installment til i was halfway through the plot) so thatll be where im drawing from

yandere!arkham!riddler x male!reader

-now, eddie is 100% bi (fight me), so hes not surprised when hes into a guy

-he is, however, surprised that hes actually romantically interested in someone enough to keep an eye on him as he navigates gotham

-this man... is interesting? and intelligent? that cant be possible, everyone but edward is a dribbling moron!

-but here you are, solving a few of the riddles hes placed around the city. he cant let you take the trophies, theyre for batman, but now hes certainly paying attention

-a few months after he first notices you, youre just go about your day when you notice a neon green question mark down an alley. another one of those trophies! might as well solve the puzzle, even if you dont get to keep it

-you solve the puzzle and go to try and grab the trophy, not expecting anything but a slight shock, but youre instead knocked to the ground from the voltage

-you wake up in default gothamite mode: tied to a chair in the middle of an empty room. of course, it had to happen eventually. soon, the riddler himself comes in to speak with you

-"good, youre awake. if i had to beat myself in chess again, id go completely insane"

-and he... sits down. sets up a chessboard on the table in front of you, and unties your hands. you play, mostly out of fear, and while you dont win, you get pretty close

-he looks shocked and excited, with a dash of smugness

-"i knew you were the one. second smartest man in gotham- right after me, of course"

-he explains to you that hes not going to kill you, just keep you ("i cant let that mind of yours make direct contact with the idiocy of gotham! your IQ will lower just by being around them!") and that he'll keep that mind of yours sharp

-how does he do this? puzzles. lots and lots of puzzles. hes a bit of a sadist, so the puzzles are mandatory if you want things like food. regardless of how you do, he'll keep you alive, but if you want anything more than the necessities, you better get good with puzzles

-he spends lots of time with you. he says its because youre the only interesting person in gotham, but its mostly because hes an incredibly lonely man. its hard being at the top, so he'll cling to anyone who can even get close to what he sees as his level

-he LOVES learning more about you. not that he didnt research you for months, but he could only gather so much information before kidnapping you. every conversation is like an interrogation

-in terms of affection, hes... interesting. if you earn your dinner, hes programming robots to serve as waiters and dusting off his green suit. i wouldnt call him a romantic, per se, but he certainly thinks of himself as such

-dont expect much in terms of physical affection, he takes a while to get to that point. hes the riddler, after all! hes above the need to cuddle! unless... if you need comfort, he supposes he can indulge you

-if you ever try to escape, he'll be furious. how dare you try and leave! how dare you assume hes dumb enough to not have planned for this! until you apologize, youre getting the bare necessities and no attention

-when you inevitably start to reciprocate, hes smug about it, but secretly ecstatic. he knows hes not the most charming guy around, but he managed to win over the second smartest guy in gotham. and isnt that all he really needs for companionship?

[theragethatisdesire]

quick bright things - teaser 2 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"So quick bright things come to confusion.” - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream Act I Scene I

MY TOP SECRET WIP HAS A NAME NOW!!! welcome to the world of quick bright things !! here is a little sneaky surprise :) i still don't know when it will be done or even if i should be posting this but i can't stop myself i love you guys i love this eren i never want to shut up about it ANDDDD i think part 1 should be postable soon.....if only you guys knew what i had in store for this uni truly. anyway.....tell me what u think hehehee enjoy<3

teaser 1 here if you missed it

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“Open up.”

You’ve been enjoying this game of trading one sense for another, and you keep your eyes shut firmly, letting your jaw fall open and your tongue hang out. A piece of peach, fleshy and dripping with juice, finds its way onto your tongue, pinched too roughly between strong fingers. When you close your lips around the fruit, the fingers stay with it, frozen in their pinched position and forcing you to suck the peach from them, to swallow around them, to run your tongue along them and get as much of the meat as you can. When the fingers withdraw from your lips, you open your eyes and gasp quietly.

Eren’s leaning over you, a solar eclipse that smells like tan skin and sounds like Campari, and in the silhouette of the sunlight, you think he’s smiling.

“You’re still hungry,” he says, a question that’s left its punctuation mark behind. You think of Historia, of the shame of revealing your appetite. You dodge.

“I’m never hungry.”

“Never?” Eren crawls over you to kneel between your legs, propping one of your ankles up on his shoulder. The game you started is ripped out of your hands, chess pieces flying into the pool, scattering across the table, knocking over bottles and matchbooks. It’s so silent out here in the sun it hurts, and you almost miss the constant buzzing horseflies of early summer.

“Never.”

“If you’ve never been hungry,” Eren muses, tilting his head so that his cheekbone fits into the sensitive arch of your foot, reaching a hand down to splay it wide on your belly, “you’ve never been full.”

“How do you figure?” Your words come out throaty, waterlogged.

“Can’t have one without the other.” Eren shrugs, turning his head to the side. His lips brush against your heel, your Achilles’, the swirly seashell dangling from your anklet. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip, toes twitching behind his ear. “I don’t believe you, anyway.”

“No?” You try to tilt your head coyly, like your heart’s not clawing and scratching against your throat to get to him. Hungry, indeed.

“You wouldn’t stare like that if you didn’t want to.”

You’re taken aback, but not enough to fall out of the moment, Eren’s lips closing around the knob of your ankle slowly, like the pit of a fruit, make sure of that.

“Didn’t want to what?”

Eren’s hands meet the cushion on either side of your head hard enough to rattle the chair, his long, tanned body stretching over yours. He’s close enough to brush his nose against yours, but you can still see the hazy green of his eyes flicking here and there on your face: from your eyes to your lips to the beauty mark on your cheek. Your poolside lounge feels more like a butcher’s block under your taut spine.

Sasha’s told you about the wolves in these hills, that they howl murder at night, but they’re sleepy and indulgent in the heat of the sun. One of Eren’s canines catches the light and glints at you as he grins.

“Eat yourself sick.”

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[remyfire]

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜ - Beejleo!

Subtle Smut Starters I love you indulging me. Bless you :D I am a happy puddle rn

BJ says it for a lot of reasons, really. The anticipation that's gnawing at his bones. How Leo has been looking him over for the past ten seconds like he's a twelve-course meal. The twisting somersaults of his gut, more frantic than any gymnast he's ever seen, leaving him hovering in this space between hunger and nausea. There has to be more than the slow, edging tease that Leo likes to take him through, more than the waiting game they'll fall into when they're sitting on opposite sides of the fraternity house's living room while one by one their brothers trail off to bed. He doesn't know how much more he can take of the chess game. If he doesn't get slammed to the ground like a running back, he's gonna explode.

"You can be rough. I can take it."

But the moment the words slip out of BJ's mouth, Leo's eyes snap to his. He can practically hear them click into place. And as a very familiar smirk wanders its way across Leo's face, BJ's heart takes off.

"What do you think rough is?" Leo asks. His tone dances melodically over the words, brushing over BJ's skin like hot coals. "You think 'cuz you were a jock, you know the meaning of the word? Huh? Mr. Varsity-Track-and-Field?"

"C'mon, I'm not a kid," BJ blurts, then immediately regrets it. It doesn't matter that Leo's only a year or two older than BJ. Somehow he can still make him feel like he's twelve instead of a freshly minted eighteen. Leo chuckles, shaking his head, and it drags BJ until he toes the edge of humiliation. He rolls his eyes as he shoves at Leo's chest.

Leo seizes him by the jaw and slams him against the wall.

"Says the guy who can barely grow a fucking beard. Look at that baby face." As Leo turns him this way and that by the chin, BJ falls straight back into the ocean of desperation. The undertow's too strong. He tightens his grip on Leo's hem, seeking some kind of stability so he won't drown. But when Leo pats him firmly on the cheek—hard enough to sting—BJ's knees almost buckle all the same. "So sweet. So naive."

It's not the first time that BJ's felt the entire galaxy hold its breath for a moment, this suffocating ache in his chest. It's not quite anger. It's a prelude to it. An appetizer. As the air crackles inside his ribs, he waits to see if this is the day the frustration finally grabs hold of him and uses his body to put Leo Bardonaro back in his place. He's starting to think neither of them would mind. But just as he's flirting with the idea, Leo thumbs over BJ's bottom lip and leaves the sensitive skin branded by his touch.

"Then again," Leo purrs, "you are the little slut who got hard during your hazing."

God, what comes next? If BJ pushes for more, will Leo deny him? Leo never seems to need BJ as much as BJ needs him. He can shrug off so much of his own desire if it means that he has BJ miserably hard and wanting. "Leo..." His hand scales his slim waist higher and higher until he palms his ribs. "Please."

Leo tilts his head. "Please what?"

He doesn't fucking know. A creature lives in that crackling chasm right beside his heart, something fitful and hungry, and he's not yet learned the language to describe what it needs to be satisfied. He has to pivot instead. "Listen, if you're so sure I can't handle whatever you've got to give me, why don't you prove it?"

"Oh, I never said you couldn't handle it." Like a spider dangling from a silk thread right above its prey, Leo holds himself still, fingers bruising his jaw, thumb resting gently on his lips, a contradiction in terms. But when BJ catches Leo's thumb between his teeth, something breaks through. Sparks burst from Leo's eyes and shower BJ in heat. "Y'know what they say, Beej, college is all about new experiences."

When Leo yanks him by the jaw, his fingers could slip off BJ's skin and leave him free. They could, at least, if BJ didn't immediately yield to the command, if he didn't let himself be pulled in. Too many things happen in rapid succession—he's twisted around, his arm's pinned behind him, he's shoved, his cheek scrapes the wall—and when Leo exhales hotly against his scalp, BJ throws his head back with a weak groan.

"This isn't rough," Leo murmurs raggedly as he wraps his arm around BJ's shoulders. "Not really. But you're gonna scream for me anyway."

BJ's never been physically restrained, never experienced so much as a facsimile of it, but he finds himself grabbing another fistful of Leo's shirt so he remembers not to escape. He wants it, he wants it, wants to know what it's like to be completely under somebody else's control. Shocky breaths pulse out of BJ arrhythmically while Leo gropes him through his trousers. "Fuck... Y-You're not..." There's no response besides how Leo's other fingers pop open two of BJ's shirt buttons, then slither beneath the fabric and along his undershirt until they find the bare skin stretched taut over his collarbone. "You're not gonna hold back forever, are you?"

An almost soundless chuckle tickles his hair. "Oh, pretty boy, I'm gonna ruin you."

As BJ arches into his touch, he wonders not for the first time how Leo became so confident in handling a man like this. It's more than just a fella who learned how to suck somebody off in a fraternity house. He doesn't fumble as he works at BJ's belt, at his button fly, and when BJ instinctively spasms at the smooth slide of those digits easing inside of his briefs, Leo simply tightens the arm around his shoulders and keeps him right where he wants him. They both know BJ is physically stronger but Leo doesn't seem to be the least bit bothered by it. And sure, maybe he's bluffing about ruining BJ one day—maybe he's figuring it out as they go along too—but with each passing second, BJ doubts it more and more. Someone taught Leo everything that he knows, and for whatever reason, Leo's just as happy to pass it along.

Leo grabs BJ's cock none too gently and gives it such a sharp tug that the drag of skin on skin singes him. "H-Hey, c'mon," BJ mumbles, wincing, his body seizing up as Leo yanks again, again. "At least lemme spit in your—" A white-hot light explodes inside him as Leo sinks his teeth into BJ's throat. "Fuck!" He's shocked he's not spewing blood from his carotid.

The growl rattles straight through his veins, snatching away his capacity for intelligent thought. There's nothing but Leo, just him and the terrifying rush of pleasure-pain that BJ's fighting somehow to make sense of. It's like... Jesus, it's like a savage muscle strain that tears through the fibers in his thigh with jagged fangs when he's got the finish line in his sights, when he has a rival so hot on his heels that he could spit on BJ. When he thrashes like a mouse caught in a cat's jaws, Leo digs his nails into BJ's shoulder, and as he forms the three stabbing points of the most demented scalene triangle, the first endorphins overtake BJ.

Shit, shit, he can't stop now, can't keep himself from trying to fuck into Leo's fist while he whines. BJ gets his free arm flat against the wall, just something to rest on, but the moment he finds it, he's driven to bite it too, muffling the sounds he never planned to make—barely thought he was capable of producing. Something about Leo's instant sweet hum is like praise to him. Satisfaction. It creates a feedback loop where BJ's cock finally dribbles enough slickness that the handjob melts into a glide, smooth as a dream, this fanfare that's supported by the nails scraping welts over his chest and the line of bruises being drawn down his neck and the copper-flavored warning from the thin skin under BJ's tongue, growing and growing, building and building, never fucking ending, how the fuck do people not know this kind of thing is possible? This cocktail of sugar and spice that's turning his Stanford premed brain into nothing but exclamation points?

When Leo lifts his head and sucks in a deep breath, like he's been holding it, he curves his hand around BJ's throat to hold him still, and the press of his thumb against that first raw hickey loops itself around the weight that just barely restricts his ability to inhale, and it's this— It's more than— It's everything. An asteroid slamming into him. Shockwaves straight into his pelvis.

He doesn't realize he's shouting until Leo muffles him with his palm.

He's so overwhelmed by it all that his orgasm is practically an afterthought. It's like it's not even the ultimate endpoint. And that's terrifying in and of itself, really, because what the hell is supposed to come after the wave of pleasure breaks? BJ's still quivering in the wake of it but unable to move. To speak. Is there more pain? Did he do it right? God, he didn't do anything at all, merely stood here and took it. What if that wasn't the correct response?

He's already on the verge of hyperventilating—zero to sixty in half a second flat—when Leo turns him around, pushes him flat against the wall, and...kisses him.

They don't kiss. Leo kisses whoever his flavor of the month is when she's visiting campus. BJ kisses Peggy, of course, because he can't imagine a world in existence where he would ever want to stop kissing Peg, and especially in these treacherously extended stretches of time where they're long-distance while in college. Kisses are for their potential futures, not the temporary cure for loneliness.

And yet Leo's soft lips are brushing over BJ's all the same, tiny movements that ratchet his tension back down inch by inch until he can barely keep himself on his feet. And he never wants it to end.

"C'mere, c'mere," Leo whispers between smooches, trying to coax BJ toward the lumpy bed.

Even through the fog, BJ can feel his hardness digging into his thigh. He knows what that means. Knows what Leo needs too. But when his barely responsive fingers goof up the effort to undo Leo's belt, the amused click of Leo's tongue between his teeth makes BJ scowl. "Lemme do it."

"That's for later, stupid." A harder yank makes BJ give up his mission, instead trailing after Leo like a puppy. "I gotta check you out first."

"When later?" BJ demands through a slurring tongue.

"When I say so. Christ." Leo drags BJ onto the bed with him. "You're so precious when you're stubborn." He bullies the pillow so he can sit against the wall, then lets BJ collapse bonelessly on his chest.

As much as BJ wants to get his hands on Leo—see this through to the end—he has to admit that his whole body is shimmering anywhere that they're touching. He seems to have full license to nuzzle the soft, fine material of Leo's shirt and paw at it all he wants as long as he lets Leo forcibly tip his head to the side so he can examine BJ's throat, then pull back his neckline and thumb near the welts he left there.

Either seconds or hours later, Leo finally sighs. "All right, you'll live. Didn't break the skin anywhere."

BJ absently puzzles through whether that's a good thing or not. "You could've."

"Oh, I will, Beej. Trust me." Long fingers slide through BJ's hair and fill his head with cotton. "I know you can take it."

Maybe one day, BJ will figure out why those words are somehow sweeter than any adulation he's ever received. But right now they make him grin and bury his face in Leo's neck where nothing exists but Leo and the gentle scratches he's leaving on BJ's scalp.

[beepboopkek]

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ requests guidelines!

HELLO BEEP BOOP GANG!!! officially setting up my requests so I can write more frequently :3

u can call be Paro or Boop! (he/him) I'm a digital artist (2D/3D), writer (poetry/fanfiction) and number one fan of my fat cat

(pls don't ask for links to my other accounts i don't want to link two different online personalities LMAOO)

BYF: I'm still kind of new to using Tumblr so I'm not well versed with how fandoms and things work here so I may be a little out of touch, sorry about that , I'm not a minor, i indulge in nsfw posts that may include writing and art so if you don't like that don't follow !!

DNI: hard dni is proshippers and dark content likers/creators, you can still follow me if you want? but I will never interact with you, don't even expect that and yeah general dni criteria don't be an asshat

there's not too many rules bc I don't know my hard hard limits either but i hope you guys do follow the ones im listing down !!

1. I write for both afab and amab reader, gn reader ometimes but i probably won't be able to write smut for you (i think) but I'm willing to try!

2. i post x reader fics here but on my AO3 I have some ongoing works with other ships (non self insert)

3. i don't write for bottom male character, it's just not my thing . at best i can do power bottom reader :)

4. idk what the inflow of requests will be but I'm also busy with irl stuff and my works are very motivation based as I find it hard to work with deadlines (I'm still trying) so please try not to push your request multiple times

5. if I don't fw your request I'll probably not do it sorry 😭😭

I write for: Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Wuthering Waves (more coming soon trust)

and yeah that's it!

here's some brainrot ideas I have from like a Year ago so u guys can send in someyhing that interests u :) most of them are jing yuan shut up (u can see the strip starchess inspo)

- wearing initial leg chain on date x jing Yuan

- gamer bf jing yuan (malding, vox inspiration I'm gonna kms)

- cwing Jing yuan while he focuses on work

- foxian reader x jing yuan

- meeting after a few months x jing yuan

- light bndg jing yuan

- strip chess jing yuan

- trailblazrrr app (grindrrr but HSR) x dense jy

- collared reader x jing yuan

- neighbours au jing yuan (awkward interactions and then he gets a kitten (mimi))

- accidental stalker??? reader x jing yuan

- pet play ayato (and/or) zhongli

- complete sensory dep x alhaitham

- Love bites x Dan Heng (more like. biting k1nk)

- Voice Kink x Zhongli (tea making)

- poly ratiorine x reader, ratio coming home late

Id love to interact with more people so i hope I can talk to u guys more :D

ps sorry for the bad formatting for this post, I'm currently out on a trip and typing this on my phone so it's a little bad but I'll work on editing it later when I'm back home!

[love4theheavier]

My Sexual philosophy at the edge before 30.

At this point in my life after being in several very long sexual relationships in my twenties, with partners that I respect dearly but just don't jive with when it comes to long term dreams and desires, I feel that I'm turning a corner into a new era of prime sexual physiology and tantric exploration.

It can be a really weird, surreal, and sometimes annoying experience being a hypersexual horny straight man. But it can also be an endless roller coaster of the best pleasures imaginable 🫦🔥✨.

I've had sex thousands of times, and like chess every time has been a new experience and a chance to learn. And in order to grow one has to be honest about personal attachments and honest desires.

And what I've discovered, is Good sex is medicine y'all.

Find it, treasure it and run with it. Find a partner that you want to indulge in every honest consensual kinky curiosity with, and fuck from sunrise to sunset and to sunrise again. Find several. Communicate honestly and openly from your bits and from your heart.

It's better than drinking your sorrows away, it's better than losing ones thoughts in clouds of smoke or lines on a table, and it's better than depression and suicide.

Good sex is good medicine.

And for me to have really really good phenomenal fire sex, I have to feel really good about myself. It's been over a year since I quit drinking, I've quit cigarettes (but never for 420), run regularly and fight competitively now. And haha, I'm having the best sex ever as a fully realized fucking man! And I'm a gentleman, for me there's no other way. Just be kind.

Anyway I say this all, because fat chicks are my love. They're so goddamn beautiful to me, and I love to challenge myself to be the greatest strongest and most dominant bull I can be for them.

I want to fuck them with the love and intensity they fuckin deserve. And then make them chicken and waffles afterwards 🧇 🍗.

May my 30s be blessed with fresh ingredients in my kitchen, and endless stamina in the bedroom. Oh and bless my huge cock with good blood flow haha🍆

Thanks for reading my evening horny tumblr rant documenting my sexual feelings, yearnings and reflections. Merry Christmas you all horny bastards and hoes, stay edging 🎄🐂🍩🍍

~love4theheavier

[rosietrace]

∅ Vic and Zen on Flynn

Nyx on Eiji

Davis on Andrew

Hi Fumi!! I'll only be doing the Vic and Zen part of your ask ^^|| I hope you don't mind!! (Even though I already asked you about it earlier on Discord)

Victoria Shard • Zenith Devi — Thoughts on Flynn Deradelle

Character Featured: Victoria Shard, Zenith Devi

Mentioned: Flynn Deradelle

Warning(s): Emotional manipulation, illegally obtained information, Zen /j, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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“He’s…. Interesting.”

“Interesting! Aw, Tori, he's more than that!”

“Hardly. He has his talents, yes, but it puts me off in regards to his gambling..”

“Well, people can have their hobbies~ Aren't you gonna see him next week?”

“.... I have nothing to say on that.”

— Victoria Shard and Zenith Devi

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Victoria doesn't know what to think of him. Zen thinks Flynn is ‘swell’!

➜ Victoria and Flynn are both hard to read, especially the former, what with her constantly blank cold-hearted stare. Any interaction they have is bound to become a game of who can read the other better.

➜ Zen…. Doesn't think Flynn is all that special. In some ways, yes, Flynn has his charms! But Zen doesn't think much of him.

➜ Flirting is something Flynn indulges in when it comes to Victoria. And at every moment, she rejects his advances. It makes for great entertainment on Zen's end, though!

➜ The only reason Zen seems to think he's more than tolerable is because Flynn's a theater kid, and theater kids make for great entertainment /j

➜ Victoria can at least tolerate Flynn's sense of fashion. She can respect a man/woman who can dress decently enough.

↳ Coordinating outfits becomes a thing for them once they get closer. Zen teases her about it.

➜ Zen tends to sit back and watch as Flynn steals the show. Can't really blame him, you need to get some form of amusement somewhere.

➜ Victoria has a distaste for Flynn's like of gambling. Maybe it has to do with the fact her aunt is a gambler, but it does bring a sour taste in her mouth.

➜ Flynn likes calling Victoria ‘Alexandrite’. As long as it gets him to mind his business, Vic doesn't try to stop him from using that nickname.

↳ Zen thinks that nickname is adorably fitting for his best friend!

➜ Zen wants to know how Flynn would react if Victoria stomped on him with her high heels /j /j

➜ One thing about Flynn that Victoria and Zen can agree on is that he's… Interesting. And they wish to know more.

↳ Never a good thing. When Victoria's ambition is high on something, it'll take an act of God to stop her from satisfying that ambition.

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「 Interactions 」

❐ …. Honestly, no idea how these three even met 💀

➜ Zen had to fight the urge to snort when he heard Flynn was called ‘the ten-faced devil’. He isn't one to question it, though!

➜ Victoria definitely started overanalyzing everything about Flynn, when they first interacted. She sees everyone around her as a potential threat/ally/tool, and Flynn was no different from everyone else.

➜ It basically became a game of…. An incredibly high-quality game of chess between Victoria and Flynn, every time they crossed paths. Always trying to read each other, trying to see what was behind the other's mask.

➜ She isn't going to admit it, but Vic thinks Flynn's dependency on good luck charms is a bit endearing. No one knows this, but she's probably sent him a charm she made for him.

➜ As mentioned before, Flynn's flirting with Victoria tends to be a common occurrence. Unfortunately for Flynn, any chances of her reciprocating his advances are less than 0.

➜ Zen wants to know more about Flynn's unique magic! But he isn't gonna bother asking Flynn to elaborate on it, of course not! That would just be boring!

➜ Victoria's probably seen him fly around NRC to carefully watch her and the other students. She's also probably called him creepy for it.

➜ Zen never tries to get on Flynn's good side. In fact, he wants to see how far he can go until he's on his bad side!!

↳ Zen, honey, I love you…. But no 💀

➜ Victoria is rarely impressed with Flynn. The few times she is are moments Flynn secretly treasures.

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