#jade grey requests

[riddlesrose]

Hi hi!! I recently read your HCs of “kissin him stupid” With the housewardens and I was wondering if it’s possible to request the same thing but with the vice housewardens + ruggie? If not then you can just ignore this, thanks in advance! <33

kissin him stupid pt. 2

w/ trey, ruggie, jade, jamil, rook, & lilia

in which you were recently gifted a tube of lipstick from grim, you're unsure of where he got it or why he decided it's yours now but it's given you a fantastic idea.

(he probably stole it from vil somehow and wants to place the blame on you..)

tysm for this request - i didnt know if i wanted to do a part two but if the audience seeks more i shall deliver, and i decided to take jamil's a slightly different route, it's all the same in the end

part one!

trey removes and folds his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. he falls back onto his bed with a defeated sigh.

the mattress dips as you sit beside him, mocking his sigh. he shuts his eyes and smiles, playfully swatting at you like a pestering fly in the summer heat. 

“long day?” you turn to sit more comfortably. 

“you have no idea.” 

“i think i do. you may go prematurely grey dealing with ace and deuce alone, i can imagine adding literally anyone else into the equation would probably drive anyone crazy.” you reach over, smoothing your thumb between his eyebrows, watching as they unfurrow under your touch. trey grabs your hand and kisses the palm. 

he sighs again, and you think this is your chance to drive him a little more crazy. you feel for the lipstick in your pocket, and apply it as quietly as you can as you listen to trey recount his day. 

you hum in agreement, shifting closer so you’re not awkwardly leaning around his head and grab both of his hands, caging them in one of your own. he could easily escape your makeshift prison but he doesn’t. as he attempts to open his eyes, you cover them with your free hand, rendering him more sightless than he was without his glasses. 

you brush your lips slightly against trey’s, then move to kiss his cheek, down to his jaw, then up to his forehead. you remove your hand from his eyes, knowing he understands your goal. trey purses his lips, trying to hide the smile that threatens to break out. 

you brush some hair off his forehead and kiss it again, then under his eye, and the other. you notice he’s wriggled his hands free of your hold when an arm wraps around you, pulling you inches closer. 

trey leans his forehead against yours, transferring some of the lip marks onto you, “did you know you’re worse than the first years combined?”

you lean back, gasping dramatically. “how rude! for that,” you turn your back completely to him, “i think i’m done here.” 

he grabs a handful of the back of your sweater, pulling you back, “hey now…” 

“‘hey’ yourself,” you say, smiling stupidly at his somewhat messy appearance. 

trey pulls you down further, kissing your cheek, “i surely wouldn’t let them do this, would i?”

you know he meant for that to be cute and meaningful, but you can’t help but drive him a little further towards the edge of insanity, “well, i would hope not? that would be a little awkward.” trey groans as you snicker. 

you know he likes you.

ruggie will do just about anything for the right price, everyone knows that. you seem to think that you’ve got his code cracked as he stands in the middle of the ramshackle kitchen utterly speechless because you’ve got him to leave savanaclaw, come all the way here, just to open an already opened jar of olives. 

well, you needed an excuse to try on your newest gift from grims grubby, thieving paws. 

ruggie turns to place the jar down, still wondering why he needed to be the one to get it open. while he’s pondering to himself about your choices, you call out to him from just outside the door, “you done?” 

“uh, yeah. why did i need-” he’s stopped by you as he passes through the door frame, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling him to you. 

he stumbles but regains himself swiftly, eyes narrowed in confusion. he doesn’t have time to question you again as you let his shirt go, and wrap an arm around his neck, bringing him to perfect height. you start pecking swift kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. ruggie hesitates momentarily, unsure of what’s going on, why you’re suddenly kissing him a lot, and were your lips always that red? no…

he grabs onto your shoulders and pushes back lightly, attaining new open inches between the two of you, and examines your face. he knew he wasn’t crazy. “where d’ya get the lipstick?” 

you shrug, “grim, i guess?” 

“you guess?” you nod, attempting to return to attacking showering ruggie with affection, but he stops you once again. “wait, wait. what is this?” 

“i know you don’t do things for free, it’s reasonable! and i kind of just wanted a reason to kissalloveryourface.” you hide behind your hand by the end of your sentence, trying to make it as inaudible as possible, but with the flush that takes over ruggie’s cheeks, you know he’s heard you loud and clear. 

“you’re… insufferable.” 

“but you like me!”

jade’s bicoloured eyes follow from his desk chair as you walk circles around his room, talking his ear off about one thing or the other. you plunge your hand into your pocket and fiddle with the items you brought along, only to wing your arm out again to dramatically accentuate your sentence. 

the cycle breaks when jade grabs your attention, motioning for you to come closer. you sputter, trying to focus your mind from your tangent back to calm. your hand finds the tube in your pocket once again. 

when you’re close enough to arms length, jade reaches out, “what do you keep playing with?” he gently grasps the wrist of the hand in your pocket, revealing the black tube in your hand.

a smile creeps up onto your lips as you un-cap the lipstick and apply it swiftly before jade can fully process what it is. though he’s quick and observant, he’s taken slightly aback as he wasn’t expecting the rich red makeup. it’s not everyday either of you have reason to get dressed up, and as far as jade’s scary good memory goes, there’s nothing planned for tonight. 

“it was a… gift of sorts. can i?” 

jade narrows his eyes slightly, but nods nonetheless, trusting you’re not planning his imminent demise. you place a stabilizing hand on the arm of his desk chair and use the other to move aside the long black strand of hair the left side of his face. you place a kiss under the spot the strand covers, but you don’t stop. you trail across his forehead, down his nose and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. 

you lean back slightly, and are met with jade’s features covered in a light, rosy flush. a sharp toothy grin spreads across his lips as he drags you back, stealing a red-stained kiss, making you gasp. 

“oh, no you don’t,” you mutter as you attempt to continue your kiss-ambush. jade throws his hands up in defeat, allowing you to smudge the red makeup all around his face. 

jade’s eyes shut as you press your lips against him more and more, until he’s more kiss than eel. 

he chuckles when he figures you’re not stopping, “okay, okay… i think i’m more red than i’ve ever been.” 

you lean back again, ready to protest but you realize that he’s right. there’s more smudges and stains on his face than bare skin. you grab the tube and examine it, there’s got to be some warning on here that says ‘super, extremely smudging.’ or ‘not transfer proof’ because you now have first hand experience with its ability.

jamil runs a hand through his hair, lightly tugging out a tangle near the end as he watches you through the reflection of your vanity mirror. the delicate, white wooden desk was a gift from vil after the SDC and STYX affairs. he had planned to gift you something of the sorts but it was put on a… temporary hold after he was taken. 

what vil didn’t disclose was that he’d left a tray of different makeup items in one of the drawers with a note, just in case you’d ever like to try your hand. many thanks, vil. 

thanks to the sneaky housewarden, you have a fabulous idea for the unsuspecting serpentine vice sitting on your bed. you turn on the short bench seat to jamil, giving a small nod of approval. you assume it’s because of the red lipstick that you chose to show off. 

you beckon him closer, across your decently sizable room. he raises a brow but complies anyways. once he’s within arms reach, you grab onto the front of his sweater, pulling him close enough to lean up and kiss his cheek, leaving a perfectly shaped mark. 

heat instantly rushes to jamil’s face as he frees himself from your grasp and covers his face. he averts his eyes, looking anywhere but you, and it has you thinking what you did was wrong. he quickly notices your concern and starts to feel guilty for reacting how he did but it really caught him off guard. 

while jamil’s turning gears in his head, you realize he’s flustered. extremely flustered. embarrassed, even. 

you stand, taking a tentative step towards jamil as if he’s a skittish animal that may bolt if you move too quickly. when he makes no move to back away further, you remove the hands from his face, snickering. 

you slowly press another kiss to his heated face, then another, and another one until his cheeks are covered and jamil’s attempting to hide himself inside the collar of his sweater. 

he wants to hide himself away, to reach out and never let go, ask for more, and run away all at once, or none at the same time. jamil’s conflicted, but the one thing he does know is that he gets to be selfish, and he’ll take all he can get.

rook takes your face in his hands, gently examining the purple lipstick swatches over your lips. “i think this colour is the best one, so far!” he exclaims with excitement. you turn to face the mirror, the colour reminds you of the one vil usually wears. 

“rook…” you face him again, he hums.“you’re not favouring this one because it’s the same as a certain housewarden, are you?” 

colour instantly rushes to his face, “ah, non! i simply think it is a lovely colour.” suuuure.

“well,” you wipe the purple lipstick off and reach into your pocket. “i have a colour suggestion.” rook eyes the tube as you apply it evenly across your lips, a pleasant hum escapes as he takes in the velvety colour. 

you wait a moment as he intently examines the red lipstick with a raised eyebrow, “so?” you question. 

“c’est magnifique! where did you get it?” you shrug. rook begins to ramble off about… something you don’t quite understand. you reach over, taking a hold of his collar and bring him to your height, pressing a kiss to his lips, effectively halting his oncoming tangent. 

rook falters for half of a second, and you take that opportunity to pull him back again, kissing his cheeks. 

you feel his hand snake around your neck, urging you to continue the assault on his features, so you do. you kiss where you can reach, his forehead, nose, lips again, before rook’s practically falling backwards in a fit of childish giggles. 

you have to hold onto the front of his shirt so he doesn’t actually fall back into his vanity. 

rook calms himself enough to take in his disheveled reflection. he tilts his face around, and starts pointing out the spots you missed. 

somewhat shocked, you press kisses where his finger lands, and he’s never been happier.  what an odd guy, this rook hunt. but he’s your odd guy, who loves you and your lipstick kisses very, very much.

you lounge across lilia’s cluttered bed as he plays some first-person shooter game that looks unappealing. he strategically moves his little character around, avoiding enemies and wiping out the opposing team with practiced ease, while occasionally opening and replying to his online friend between kills or matches. 

swiping on magicam has begun to get boring so you decide bothering lilia is a better idea. 

it starts with throwing a pencil at him. then a random stone you found on the floor, then coming up behind him and pushing around his wheeled chair. he swats you away like you’re some fly, trying to pester him to death while he attempts to concentrate. you back away, acting as if you’ve gotten the hint to leave him to his game, but no. 

you feel for the tube in your pocket and apply the lipstick quickly. you return to lilia’s side, innocently watching as he blasts through other players like they’re nothing. each time he eliminates someone you press a kiss to a new spot on his face. he’s too focused to realize you’re leaving red stains behind, which makes it funnier to you. 

his concentration breaks when the round concludes, and he turns to you. only then does lilia realize you’ve been leaving lipstick marks over his face. he reaches up and wipes a finger across his cheek, examining the colour, with a defeated- yet smug- smile. 

you continue as the next round starts but you stop just as his nose scrunches and the screen reads game over, “you really know how to get on an old man's nerves, don’t you?” 

“oh, you’re not that old.” 

lilia opens his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it, “in fae years.” 

you both laugh as he shuts his monitor off, “now, where’s that lipstick?”

“no.”

self indulgent pt 2!!! (sorry for how long this took, anon, i actually don't know why. and ignore if there's any weird formatting problems, i fought with this post too much to care UGH)

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[TWST] Floyd Leech X Jessica Rabbit! Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech, JESSICA RABBIT! READER BEING A QUEEN

A/N: I actually made this awhile back but thought it was bad and I didn't wanna like show it but I knew that since Im going to be gone for awhile for like 2 week break but will have chapters and requests on schedule I should just include this so uhm TAKE IT YAY??

Summary: Jessica Rabbit! Reader a gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her. A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them. So when finding Floyd taking the girl to monstro lounge for fun he couldn't help but have his jaw drop. What was worse... Floyd knew you PERSONALLY

You were known as gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her.

A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them.

The air in the V.I.P room was dull the opulent room thrummed with a low, simmering tension. Three figures, sharply dressed in varying shades of purple and grey, occupied the space, their expressions a study in contrasting emotions.

Azul held his head in his hands behind his desk for someone who exuded power he was stressed hands looking through the photographic photos of your features and you talking to others throughout the file Jade collected of you and your habits from your name to your social media account which was run by cater.

His silver hair was neatly combed, framing a face that held the sharp intelligence of a shrewd businessman and the cold calculation of a master strategist. His glasses perched delicately on his nose, amplified the intensity of his gaze on the file trying to keep up a serene mask hiding emotions of simmering frustration.

Jade Leech stood behind Azul like a silent observer. His hair was straight-cut teal in color, with short bangs and one long streak of dark-gray hair framing his left side that formed a 'J'

His expression was one of calm patience. His eyes have complete heterochromia, with his left eye being yellow, and his right eye being olive-brown

Jade watched the scene unfold with an unnervingly still intensity; a silent assessment of the situation, reading the subtle shifts in the power dynamic of the room.

While his suit matched his brother's in color, his posture was perfectly erect, almost formal, adding to the unsettling stillness that emanated from him.

His hands, elegantly gloved, remained clasped in front of him, yet his slight subtle sharp tooth smile showed his amusement of the frustrated scene of Azul losing his mind trying to figure out anything.

Jade smiled at his careful positioning, the controlled gazes- all spoke volumes in his silent interplay giving quick snippets of opinions to Azul yet glancing towards Floyd who shared look of amusement and calculation, however, hinted at a perfectly coordinated plan unfolding, a silent game only the twins understand.

Floyd lazily sprawled languidly across a plush chaise lounge, a picture of decadent relaxation. His teal hair, a vibrant splash against the muted tones of the room, fell across his face as he regarded something unseen with a playful, almost predatory gleam in his eyes. A sly smile played on his lips, hinting at mischief and a barely contained excitement. Azul couldn't help but sigh chucking the files back down on the highly polished desk. His gloved hand covered his mouth as he spoke out loud "I don't get how someone like her will turn down this opportunity... I mean how could she not? proper work hours, good money, singing for the lounge, and her own free meals... what else could she need?"

Jade hummed picking up the file and handing it to Floyd who opened it the tweels looking down on the paper yet. Floyd couldn't help but tilt his head his right ear earring clinking together from the motion as he took notice of the h/c hair a smile reaching his lips taking note of the familiar girl "Ah! so we were just trying to get Koebi-chans friend to come here?"

Jade held his gloved hand under his chin nodding "seems so... Azul and I have been trying to talk to her to join Monstro Lounge since Yuu had shown us a video of her singing for a club back from where she came from it was quite nice" Jade smiled eyes closing.

Azul let out a huff "Not only that but we could use her to get more patrons for monstro lounge she is useful and she knows it" He sighed leaning back against his seat.

Floyd hummed eyes focused on the photo of you inside the folder. A soft smile reached his lips at your famillar apperance thumb rubbing over your feature with a lazy gaze. "Betta fish and her get along I mean they both seem to fit the title of Betta Fishes" Floyd grinned looked over to Azul who huffed "Indeed and if she has connections to Vil well she'd be able to have more yet we've tried everything to join monstro lounge" Jade nodded his head in agreement unaware of the thoughts stirring up Floyds mind.

You strolled through the halls of NRC, unbothered by the lingering stares of your peers. Some tried to be discreet, snapping their gazes away the moment you passed, yet you could feel their curiosity, their intrigue.

It wasn’t just your poised and effortless grace—it was the way your red lipstick stood out, perfectly framing your smirk, the way your makeup accentuated every glance, and how your hair, styled to perfection, added to your undeniable presence, and yet you paid them no mind. Stopping outside Yuu’s classroom, you leaned against the wall, waiting. The rhythmic tapping of footsteps echoed against the checkered floor, but your focus remained elsewhere, your gaze idly drifting to the window as you waited, patient and unhurried. Then a voice broke through the stillness “Neh~! Flowerhorn Cichlid!” Your brows lifted slightly, but you made no move to acknowledge it. Whoever he was calling, it certainly wasn’t you. Yet before you could ponder further, a hand casually landed on your shoulder.You turned, unbothered, only to meet the lidded, mischievous gaze of Floyd Leech. His grin stretched wide, lazy and teasing, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Flowerhorn…?” you echoed, lashes fluttering as you turned to fully face him, your movements slow and deliberate. Your golden earrings caught the light as you did, drawing his eyes to the way they shimmered against your skin. He tilted his head, watching you in that way he did when something—or someone—caught his interest. “You’ve been causing Jade and Azul problems, ehe~” he mused, grin never faltering. “They said you’d be fun for the lounge.” With a slow, knowing smirk, his arm slinked over your shoulder, testing your reaction but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you let him linger because despite his unpredictability, despite the way others feared his whims and mood swings—you found him interesting and Floyd Leech had just made the mistake of catching your attention.

Floyd grinned down at you before gripping your gloved hand dragging you away without hesitation, causing you to blink confused yet you continued to walk beside him slow paced while he talked your ear off happily grinning, dragging you off somewhere before heading to the next place when he got bored.

It was peculiar he would get bored whenever and would call it boring after a bit before taking you to the next place without hesitation. With how wild Floyd was you were phased enjoying quietly at his actions entertained by him.

Within a couple days of hanging out with a hyperactive moody eel merman who would drag you away whenever he felt like it started to become something normal but here you were walking on the shore lines watching Floyd grin and laugh when heading inside the ocean water. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the shoreline, the gentle lapping of waves blending with the distant hum of the ocean. Floyd swam around before he laid sprawled across the wet sand, half-submerged where the sea met the land, his long, bioluminescent tail trailing behind him in the water.

Droplets clung to his pale, speckled skin, shimmering like tiny stars against the smooth expanse of his chest and arms. You couldn't help but admire his appearance in his mer form.

Floyds teal sea-green hair clung damply to his forehead, strands curling around the delicate, fin-like protrusions at the sides of his head. One webbed hand lazily pushed his bangs back, revealing sharp golden eyes that gleamed with amusement. His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, razor-sharp teeth glinting beneath the moon’s glow. There was something unreadable in his expression—a mix of idle curiosity and barely contained mischief, like a predator toying with its prey.

He didn’t move right away, simply staring up at you pushing himself up. Rhe faint rise and fall of his chest the only indication of his slow, unbothered breathing. His tail flicked idly in the shallows, the bioluminescent patterns pulsing with a faint, hypnotic glow. The way he lingered between the land and sea made him seem otherworldly, as if he existed in a space neither fully bound to the ocean nor to the shore.

"How was the swim" you uttered bending down to Floyd who grinned staring up at you "Ehee! Man, every day's a party when I'm with you. I can't get enough Flowerhorn fishy!" A smiled reached your lips before you cupped his face, swiping the hair that clinged onto Floyds forehead to the side.

The lightning from the moon cascaded down your face staring at the eel merman who stared at you with fondness. Floyd couldn't help but stare up at you silence comforting you too. Floyd spoke up his voice laced with a menacing cherry tone "Nehhh Flowerhorn can you swim?" A melodic hum came from you "I can, why?" Floyd smiled.

Yet, in the way his lips curled just so, and the lazy amusement in his gaze, there was an undeniable sense of playfulness something unpredictable, something dangerous lurking just beneath his eyes. In an instant, Floyd’s grip tightened around you, and before you could react, you were yanked beneath the waves. The world blurred into a rush of cool water, bubbles escaping in a frantic swirl around you. Your eyes snapped open, the dim, shifting light of the ocean casting eerie patterns over your skin. Strands of your h/c hair floated weightlessly around you as your arms flailed, instinctively reaching for something anything to ground yourself.

Panic surged through your chest as you kicked upward, your body desperate for air. The shimmering surface above grew closer, rippling like liquid glass, and with one final push, you broke through. A gasp tore from your lungs as you inhaled sharply, the salty night air filling your chest. Around you, the rhythmic crash of waves filled your ears, droplets clinging to your skin as your soaked hair plastered itself to your face. Despite the chaos, your makeup remained miraculously intact, a stark contrast to the breathless, disoriented state you were in.

Just as your trembling hands reached toward the shore, something coiled around your waist. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you felt the unmistakable press of gills and smooth, damp skin wrapping around you. Your heart pounded as your gaze snapped over your shoulder only to lock onto a pair of mismatched golden and teal eyes, gleaming with amusement. Floyd Leech’s familiar, sharp-toothed grin was mere inches away, his expression a perfect blend of playful mischief and something far more unpredictable. Floyd’s grin faltered the moment his gaze met yours. There was something unreadable about you an effortless composure, a sultry, knowing look that never wavered, even as his arms instinctively tightened around you. His sharp eyes searched your face, trying to decipher the unreadable calm you exuded. Had he gone too far? Dragging you into the water had been fun, but had he miscalculated? That would be a shame… you were just starting to become entertaining. And then, laughter.

A rich, velvety sound spilled from your lips, smooth as silk and intoxicating as the ocean breeze. It rippled through the night, striking him like a wave as you cupped his face with a teasing touch, your nails lightly grazing his damp skin. Your body shook with amusement, your chest rising and falling in time with the playful melody of your laughter. It was an unexpected contrast—an elegant presence undone by sheer, unrestrained delight.

Floyd’s golden eyes widened, caught somewhere between surprise and fascination, before his lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin. That laughter—he hadn’t expected it. But he liked it. A lot.

You barely had time to react before he closed the space between you, his forehead pressing against yours, his grin mirroring your own. His sharp gaze drank in every detail your eyes alight with mischief, your lips curved in that effortlessly charming way, and just as he leaned in, savoring the moment, you struck—flicking a handful of water into his face.

A beat of silence.

Then, a cackle erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, before he lunged. The ocean swelled around you as he tackled you back into the water, his laughter mixing with yours beneath the waves. He hadn’t expected this side of you—this dazzling contradiction of elegance and chaos. And now that he had seen it, now that he had heard that laugh, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to let it go.

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks melted into a couple of months.

You found it downright peculiar how Floyd remained so persistently glued to your side, despite the numerous occasions you'd gently declined his invitations to accompany him to Monster Lounge or even work there. Frankly, you assumed he'd tire of your company by now, yet here he was, his heels clicking rhythmically behind you as you strolled out of school hours, an almost tangible aura of mischief surrounding him.

Unable to resist, you flicked your gaze sideways to the young man tagging along, noting how Floyd's arms were casually crossed behind his head, a look of languid boredom etched on his face as he gazed off into the courtyard. Compared to his typical intense demeanor, he seemed positively relaxed, drifting alongside you with an almost dreamlike quality.

An exaggerated sigh escaped your glossy red lips as you tossed a glance Floyd's way. "Don't you have a job to get to at the lounge after classes, handsome?" you asked coyly, making sure to emphasize 'job' in that sultry, breathy tone you reserved for special occasions. Floyd shrugged, a languid, almost dismissive gesture. "Meh, I'd rather spend my time with you, Flowerhorn Cichlid. You're far more entertaining," he drawled, his voice dripping with a casual tone.

"Plus, Zul gets so worked up about not being able to rope you in, and it's just too funny for words. And let's be real, once I'm stuck at the lounge, it's all the same old same old. The 'little morsels' are there, sure, but all that squeezing gets sooo boring when you're not around, plus hanging with Jade gets boring too." A soft, lilting hum, reminiscent drifted from your lips as you considered his words. A warm chuckle came from you glancing towards the tweel "Aww, Floyd..." you uttered cupping his face with a gloved hand stopping in your tracks. "What am I going to do with you, hmm?"

Floyd's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden stop, his grin faltering for a split second before he regained his composure. He blinked, looking from your gloved hand cupping his face before back at you. "What If I started working at monstro lounge so you don't get all moody" A slow, wicked smile spread across his features as he seemed to absorb your words blinking for a moment his lips twitching up. "AWWWW FLOWERHORN~!" Floyd cheered with satisfaction as he leaned in closer hugging you wrapping himself around with a giggle, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered "you ain't going to regret it... Plus Azuls gonna get a supper funny look realizing that I got you to come join" He grinned leaning onto you arms wrapping around your waist while you let out a soft hum wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Of course honey bunny" You muttered quietly to yourself letting floyd nuzzle into your shoulder letting out a relaxed sigh. Despite the flirtatious banter and the flirtatious undertones dripping from every word, there was a genuine fondness in Floyd's eyes. In that moment, it was clear that Floyd saw you as a woman who could keep him on his toes, challenge him, and make his world a whole lot more entertaining. And judging by the playful gleam in your own eyes, you were more than up for the task.

You paused for a moment when feeling something bite down onto your shoulder lightly causing you to sigh for a moment "Floyd" "Yessss Flowerhorn Cichlid" Floyd asked silence filling you to again as you spoke with a deadpan expression "Did you bite me" Silence once more before Floyd made a small 'Chomp' noise and nibbled onto another part of your shoulder causing you to sigh knowing you signed up for this. Right after Floyd pulled away and beamed grasping your gloved hand before dragging you away into the hall of mirrors exclaiming about how he'll enjoy the look of Azul and Jades face.

Floyd's hands grasped yours tightly, pulling you through the heavy doors of Monstro Lounge. The air inside was thick with the mingled scents of aged paper and crisp sea salt, a heady combination that tickled your nostrils. Floyd's eyes darted around eagerly, scanning the crowd for a particular silver-haired male, his sultry smile never leaving his face.

You found yourself matching his pace, your hips swaying in time with his long strides. The way he looked at you, with such unbridled enthusiasm and affection

As you walked past Ruggie, you noticed his jaw dropping open in surprise at the sight of you. Conversations halted, and forks clattered against plates as you and Floyd made your way through the bustling establishment. Eyes followed your every move, admiring your figure and the way your red dress hugged your body. Floyd seemed oblivious to the stares and whispers, focused solely on guiding you towards the closed door of Azul's office. With a quick glance at you to ensure you were still with him, he pushed open the door and ushered you inside, letting it click shut behind you. The atmosphere in the office was different, more intimate and charged with a certain tension the sound of scribbling and grumbling came from a hunched form behind a desk.

Your eyes darted around the room thought more focused on the peculiar blend that perfectly encapsulated the room's unique character. Walls of polished obsidian, inlaid with shimmering mother-of-pearl, housed towering bookshelves overflowing with leather-bound tomes. Their spines, faded with age, whispered tales of forgotten lore and untold adventures—each a portal to another world waiting to be explored.

At the heart of the room sat a massive mahogany desk, its surface gleaming under the soft light of a lamp shaped like a stylized nautilus shell. Behind it, a vault door, intricate and imposing, dominated the far wall. Its circular mechanism, a massive ship's wheel cast in bronze. Floyd smiled as he plopped onto one of the two plush, midnight-blue sofas that stood facing each other, inviting conversation and contemplation. Between them, a low glass coffee table held a softly glowing, ethereal blue orb—a calming luminescence in the otherwise dim setting. The room felt both ancient and modern, luxurious yet studious, a space where magic and knowledge intertwined in a hushed and powerful embrace. Subtle, underwater scenes, delicately painted within the wall panels, served as a quiet reminder of a submerged, hidden world.

Azul sighed from behind his desk, his pen scratching against the contract laid out before him. He set the pen down and lifted his head, fixing Floyd with a stern gaze. "Floyd, finally you've arrived, I need you and Jade to-" The silver-lavender haired male paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening as they fell upon the stunning woman sitting beside Floyd. He couldn't help but let out a startled "OH!" followed by a quick inhale, his grin becoming more relaxed and proper, akin to a con-man's smile.

"[Name], what a pleasure! It's wonderful to see you once again," Azul beamed, folding his hands together. "Azul Ashengrotto yes I know" You stated. Floyd fidgeted in his seat before grinning widely and wrapping a possessive arm around your shoulder. He pointed at your face, drawing Azul's attention back to you. "Flowerhorn wants to join Monstro Lounge!" Floyd declared, gripping you tighter.

Azul pursed his lips, a look of confusion on his face. "Flowerhorn…? Like a Flower Horn Cichlid…?" he asked, trying to make sense of Floyd's words and the nickname he had given to you.

Floyd nodded, holding onto you even more tightly, as if emphasizing his claim on you. An exasperated sigh left Azul's lips, and he seemed about to tell Floyd to unhand you, but he paused, noticing the way you sat there with such ease and familiarity around Floyd.

Azul couldn't help but pick up on the soft curve of your lips, the gentle smile playing across your face that spoke of a comfort and warmth he had never seen from you before. He would expect such an expression for you to give Yuu or Grim, but Floyd? Never in a million years did he think he would see you acting so affectionate and at ease with the likes of Floyd Leech.

You leaned slightly towards Floyd as he rambled on to Azul about your new arrangement, your body language screaming an intimate closeness and genuine warmth shared between the two of you. Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you.

Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you. Giving you a run down on your job, what to do along with the things you have to do.

"It's a deal!" Azul grinned, his eyes flickering to the quill held in your gloved hand. He glanced towards Floyd, who had rested his head casually on your shoulder causing you to remember that you were doing this out of your own choice and to also have the sense of familiarity from before being transported here.

Yet, even as you signed the contract with a flick of your wrist, a gnawing feeling clung to you, a sense that Floyd's enthusiasm and the way he rested so comfortably on your shoulder, grinning happily and rambling about your shared future at Monstro Lounge, had an ulterior motive. It was clear that his affections and excitement went beyond the professional, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of the web you might be entangling yourself in. Still, you kept a poised and relaxed smile on your face as you placed the quill down, sealing your fate with a flourish. The ink glistened like liquid gold, a reminder of the glittering promises and hidden dangers that lay ahead in this new chapter. Floyd's head lingered on your shoulder. Azul watched you both with a mix of surprise and newfound respect, wondering just what lengths of how you would go to for the certain tweel beside you.

When interacting or even knowing Floyd Leech was like stepping into a field full of landmines ready to explode with the slightest pressure or misstep.

Everybody feared him calling him lazy and stupid not only that but violent. Nobody knew what he was thinking other then Azul and Jade who easily knew how to dodge every single one hidden to not have his mood swing yet they all were still able to slightly set him off.

So how come you out of all people were interested in him? you someone who proved to brave, quick-witted, and intuitive; knowingly putting herself at risk for others with a calm composure someone who was able to get the interest of princes, future powerful mages, actors/models, and others who were waiting in line.

But You were interested in Floyd Leech

THE FLOYD LEECH? Someone who was collared many times, who got along easily with many people, although these interactions are at times one-sided (Cough cough riddle and floyd)

Floyd who was someone difficult to predict. What he's thinking or what he's going to do next.

Floyd leech a moody person, switching from good to bad mood in a minute (and vice versa) which can make him seem like an entirely different person.

The twin brother of Jade who gets bored of things easily resulting in him quitting things, sometimes even those activities he himself suggested to do. Because of his whims and mood-swings, some people find him troublesome to deal with.

However, if something catches Floyd's interest, he becomes rather enthusiastic and focused. On some occasions, He also shows off a more terrifying and sinister demeanor... So how come out of others that were much more of a sane option you chose to date FLOYD LEECH

Your friends didn't understand it at all they couldn't understand your dating choices either, yet they noticed how you'd stare at Floyd lovingly with the sweetest smile. Ace couldn't help but stare at you confused and with furrowed brows while Deuce was trying to help Yuu stop Grim from eating off Yuukens plate. The five of you sat in a booth near the corner of having a good view of the stage and close to the bar.

The smooth sound of jazz music blended with the clinking of dishes and the lively chatter of those around.

Ace noticed your gaze lingering on Floyd, who stood with Jade, both grinning at a student in a different booth. Floyd's signature threatening smile accompanied by a soft giggle. Ace furrowed his brows before speaking up. "Seriously, [Name], what do you even see in that guy?"Your attention shifted to Ace as you lifted your gloved hand, bringing a wine glass to your lips. The deep hue of your lipstick left a faint mark on the glass as you took a slow sip. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, your eyes flickered back to Floyd just in time to see him waving at you while effortlessly dragging away his latest unfortunate victim with Jade not to far behind.

Your lips tugged up slightly, eyes half-lidded, as Monstro Lounge’s serene, iridescent lights cast a soft glow on your figure. Focusing on Floyd once more, you blew him a kiss when he waved again before shutting the door to Azul’s VIP office. You turned your head back to Ace and the others who were staring at you with wide eyes as you replied with a silky smooth voice.

"He makes me laugh"

DATING HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE AND I ENJOYED THIS TOO MUCH OKAY LET ME BE!!

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dating Floyd leech means you'd have to deal with his mood swings, and unhinged behavior good thing for you that you understood him like the back of your purple gloves

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dancing together will be common. Jazz or not he'd dance with you grinning stupidly yet when its slow romantic music he can't help but caress your body with a smile holding up one of your arms and other hand on your hip as you stare at him over your shoulder with how he kisses your shoulder blade and neck with a soft smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ Other times compared to your slow dancing he'd start breaking dancing out of nowhere and you couldn't help but smile slowly at how unpredictable he was

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you would preform jazz songs Floyd would growl at peoples comments quietly, Jade patting his shoulder because they eyed you as if you were a pound of meat

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd can't help but have a shit eating grin when your done preforming and head into your change room because he knows that he'd be the one pampering you with kisses and knows he'll be the one that gets called honey bunny

˚₊ · »-♡→ Everybody is confused why you would call Floyd Honey bunny he's a eel but Floyd would wave them off and enjoy how you'd coo at him and press kisses upon his face though you do always remember to call him 'eely' too just for fun

˚₊ · »-♡→ One time you knocked out of Floyd due to worry he'd get hurt by a aggressive customer when he woke up after a bit he was grinning and hugging you.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul though who had to calm down the aggressive customer himself was pissed though demanding you work an extra hour because he had to spend time dealing with an 'incompetent baffoon' Jade on the other hand enjoyed watching Azul having to calm down the customer before stepping in himself.

˚₊ · »-♡→ A small gasp came from you looking around "Oh, no! Where's Floyd?" Azul couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows "Floyd? He left me in the V.I.P room when I needed him to help with aggressive customer" Azul sighed crossing his arms "No, he didn't. I hit him over the head with a frying pan and stuck him in the closet. So he wouldn't get hurt." Azul froze jaw dropping while Jade hummed giving a closed eyed smile "Makes perfect sense." "IT DOESN'T?!"

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd has cooked you many meals before and would smile watching you eat, the two of you cooking for the other with loving smiles well more like Floyd giggling and poking you with prodding hands secretly while you playfully hit him back with flour

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd leech chooses to laugh like creepily, he loved how scary he seemed to others how they would hide away in fear like scared guppies yet when you stare at him with a fond look he can't help but have another reason to love his laugh

˚₊ · »-♡→ Jade teases him about it with how he still hasn't gotten bored of you and would ditch everything even if he gets scolded even more for you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would watch you on stage when he is behind the bar smiling softly while staring at you and yourred sequined strapless dress that reveals a lot of cleavage with a low back, sweetheart neckline, and high thigh slit, pink stilettos, elegant purple opera gloves, and gold stud earrings.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would giggle as he watches you look at him while singing every now and then when touching other students to help get money fro monstro lounge

˚₊ · »-♡→ The amount of times he swoons at the way you cup his face kissing his lips and cheeks complimenting him when needed as he looks at you with a doe eyed look

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul THRIVES with the money you bring in and attention getting brands for monstro lounge though he does also worry about you and makes sure your safe too even though he knows Floyd is close to tackling anybody who would try to get near you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would grin when you try new lipstick on him as he grips onto your hips with a smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ When Floyd was in a horrendous mood due to a student claiming you were dating him out of pity he couldn't help but be sour all day grumbling to himself and hugging a pillow.

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you came into his room he couldn't help but lash out of you complaining trying to push you away yet the moment you cupped his face leaning into him he couldn't help but melt he loved your touch when you cupped his face with a grin.

˚₊ · »-♡→ "Floyd, darling. I want you to know I love you. I've loved you more than any woman's ever loved a eel.. whatever they say you and I both know that I love you dearly" he short circuited after that tackling you into his bed and laughing about how you always knew how to make his day

[kismetlotts]

cw: stepcest, reader works at a strip club, Simon is obsessed with his step sister, mentions of male masturbation, harsh words, use of the name "Slut", use of the name "Whore", Simon is desperate, dubious consent although nothing graphically sexual happens, mentions of voyerism, pervy Simon Riley

Three seconds felt like three minutes as you walked into the private room. Those fleshy-red walls you knew all too well paired with an ice bucket full of beer bottles but the atmosphere already just wasn't the same. Stomach tied in an uneasy knot and you knew something was wrong- something different which made the hairs on your body rise.

There was no music, no sick welcome-laugh from a guy old enough to be your father. The hair on his head grey while his dirty, blue jeans sat unzipped, ready to watch you rip your lingerie off and dance for him. No, instead there was silence, the room dimly lit and you took notice of the two muscular legs spread out wide against the large sofa.

His face covered from the darkness but you recognised his scent instantly. The cologne your mother had brought him for his birthday a month prior; it abused your nostrils, your lungs and you turned towards the door grabbing the handle. Almost as quick as your mind comprehended who was sat in the seat but even then you were too slow- too delayed.

His large palm hitting just above your head, keeping the door shut with his body weight. Sick, sick fuck.

"Where you going?" Your throat ached dry, salvia feeling cold in comparison to the burning hatred you felt deep inside your chest. What the hell was he doing here? At your work- requesting you? Your pupils glaring back into his smug brown ones as you clenched your jaw tightly.

"You can't be fucking serious- you're absolutely disgusting." The tremble in your voice sent ice down his spine, Simons smirk widening into a laugh as your hands instinctively reached to cover your breasts in the tight bra. Flicking his head back with a cocky grin- if only you had something sharp to slit his throat with.

"Of course I'm serious, I paid good money for you." You felt your veins pulse with anger, voice raging out as you took a cautious step back from him. A step back from the perverted psycho you had grown up with.

"I'm your sister-"

"Step-sister. And you know I couldn't give less of a fuck." His gaze flickered down to your jaded, whore-dressed body while your gaze stuck on him. Watching as he admired you, the way his fingers fidgeted in the pocket of his trousers- his breath hitching impatiently as his eyes fell lower. He took a step forward, his hand tenderly brushing your hair from your shoulder, fingertips tracing lines down the skin of your arms- losing himself in the way your skin felt.

He deserved it, days of peeking at you while you showered at home. The steam of the glass, the wetness of the water- barging into the bathroom once you were finished to fuck himself needless into the towel you'd just used. Months of hearing you whimper at night when everyone else in the house was sleeping. Pressing his ear to his wall and slipping a hand into his boxers, getting off to your devious whines. Your whines and no one else's.

His palms ached with each look you gave him, mouth watering at each sight. And when he had finally caught notice of your secret little strip-job you had at this club, what was he supposed to do? Restrain himself from the only thing he had dreamt of?

The skin of his hand was warm beneath yours as you pushed him away from you with force, bile rising in your mouth as he tried to touch you. Your parents were married- you lived under the same roof- it was so wrong and you hated the fact you saw it coming. Knew that he would catch you here one day, but still trying to save up enough money to flee from his creepy glances; his desperate gestures and the ones you made back.

Assuring yourself each day that it was only temporary- that if you played up for him he wouldn't ruin the family you had and needed. Keeping him sweet, wearing tiny shorts and adverting your eyes as he fisted himself behind a cushion on the couch. Keeping him hooked- practically sucking on your spoon as you locked eyes with him across the table. Everything about you screaming 'fuck me' and of course he relished in it, he probably was touching himself then too.

You were just as bad, there was nothing you could even say in your defence however, you never thought he would actually waste money for an hour with you. That he would break the unspoken barrier between both of you for sixty minutes of fun-time and a life of wreckage and deceit. It was impossible to believe he would stoop so low but here you both were. One of you feeling superior and the other stupid.

"Simon please- its wrong, think about what our parents would think.." He rolled his eyes with a long sigh of boredom. All of your whining and nagging getting under his skin and ruining the moment between you two. Why couldn't you just give in? Be all over him, on top of him, skin against skin and rot there like you did in his dreams ever day?

You saw how much he wanted you so why couldn't you show him mercy- free him from his sick fantasies and for once just let go of yourself? He would stay quiet, no one would know. It would be your dirty little secret.

"For god sake, you're literally a slut. Its your job- shut your eyes if you want but I paid my money. Spare me the hysterics, it's a massive turn off." The cap off his beer bottle rattled as it hit the floor and he took a swig. Growling in delight as the cold liquid hit the back of his throat before fishing around in the bucket for another bottle. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt as he offered it to you, who stood frozen and far away.

Simon bit back his complaint, fighting the urge to huff and ask if you give this treatment to every VIP customer who pays for you. But the little sniffle and your teary eyes broke his heart. You were his little girl, he had protected you and watched over you for years and here you were crying over him- no this wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to see your pussy, your tits and your mouth gagging on his cock- not this.

He shut his eyes, turning around, placing his drink on the table beside him before looking up at you sympathetically. Sucking on his teeth as he grit out.

"Look, I know it must be weird for you but please. I'm literally begging you at this point and you know how much I hate begging people. I'd do anything to see you that way- I wont even touch you if that's what you want. I will be as good as I can but, please." His eyes pleading you to pity him and give him a show worth his money, the desperation in his tone thick but you would be foolish believe he wouldn't touch you. If you gave in, there would be nothing stopping him from grabbing your ass, your pussy- fucking you, defiling you and you just couldn't.

He scanned you over once more, seeing the weakness in your stance before he took a seat again. His desperate attitude from a moment ago dissipating instantly as a grunt fell from his chapped lips, fingers rubbing over the stubble on his chin; eyes darkening. He was losing his fucking patience with you. Practically spitting at you every time he opened his mouth.

"Pop a tit or something at least, for fuck sake."

[aventurineswife]

Hello! First time requesting! Can I please request Aventurine, Anaxa, and Dr. Ratio with a Mobius inspired reader? Mobius is a scientist from HI3, obsessed with immortality and evolution. Heavy snake imagery, like Jade just less domineering and more Eldritch Horror. But! My main interest is how Mobius/Reader acts sweet and seductive in order to fulfill their ambitions(getting volunteers, funding, and such for experiments), despite hating every second of it. Also how they're willing to experiment on their own body for the sake of longevity. Though under this they do genuinely care for the people close to them, but just can't(or won't) give up their ambitions for anything. And only go fully mad scientist if those people end up dying. Sorry if this got really long! Mobius is my favorite character ever and HSR is quickly approaching favorite game territory. Have a nice day!

“Darling, You’ll Decay Before I Do”

Synopsis: In a universe where brilliance borders madness, an alluring researcher obsessed with immortality weaves through politics, passion, and peril—ensnaring the minds of a strategist, a scholar, and a logician. Seduction becomes a tool, affection a liability, and ambition an ever-consuming flame. But when bonds are tested and mortality intrudes, the question remains: how far will one go to defy the end?

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Mobius based Reader, Mad Scientist Reader, Slow Burn, Morally Grey Characters, Seduction As Manipulation, Emotional Repression, Psychological Tension, Eldritch Themes, Found Family, Obsession With Immortality, Mutual Manipulation, Tragic Romance, Experiment-Driven Plot, Light Body Horror, Philosophical Conflict.

Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Scientific Experimentation On Self And Others, Existential Themes, Body Modification, Survivor’s Guilt, References To Trauma, Mild Gore, Loss And Grief, Obsessive Behavior, Intense Psychological Tension, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

A/N: Forgive me if this isn't written well—I based the Reader's personality solely on the information provided (I was too lazy to read Mobius’ backstory and other details).

Aventurine had seen charm weaponized before.

But never like this.

You weren’t just persuasive—you were designed for temptation. Your words were nectar, your presence slithered like silk over flesh, and your smile made gamblers forget they were already bankrupt. To others, you were a seduction. To him, you were a mirror.

"You're looking for funding," Aventurine drawled one evening, swirling a glass of amber liquor. "Or a donor?"

You tilted your head, eyes gleaming. “Same thing, really.”

He laughed, teeth flashing. "And what will I get in return? A patent? A serum? Immortality with side effects?"

"An opportunity." You leaned closer, and the scent of sterile steel and crushed jasmine laced the air between you. “To bet on something bigger than stock markets. Evolution. Ascension.”

Aventurine’s pulse thrilled at the danger in your voice, the madness humming under your skin. You were chaos in a lab coat, elegant and terrifying. And yet, he couldn’t look away.

He’d seen people fake passion. He’d faked it himself. But the way your hands shook after injecting yourself with your latest serum—the tremor you tried to hide behind a flirtatious smile—that was real.

And when he caught you alone, vomiting blood into a sink lined with snake-scale etchings, he didn’t say a word.

He just stepped behind you, placed a steady hand on your shoulder, and said, “Let me guess. This version didn’t work either?”

You laughed softly. Hollow. Haunted.

“Still worth the gamble,” you whispered.

In you, he saw something more dangerous than deceit: conviction. You’d sacrifice everything—even your body—for evolution’s altar. And if he were honest, that terrified and thrilled him in equal measure.

So he stayed close. Not to stop you. Not even to save you.

But to witness you.

Because some bets? You take for the sheer thrill of the risk.

He knew what you were the moment you slithered into his office.

Not literally, of course. But in the way your eyes gleamed like distant galaxies, the way your voice wrapped around syllables with reverence and venom. You didn’t knock. You didn’t wait. You simply arrived, as though you’d always been meant to.

"You're the one experimenting with soul coils and regenerative genetics," Anaxa said, voice slow, curious.

"And you're the one who dissected a dying god for 'truth'," you purred.

He chuckled, brushing a stray hair behind his ear. "Touché."

The two of you danced in dialogue like dueling philosophers. He spoke of forbidden knowledge, and you offered him blood-soaked notes in return. You craved evolution—no, transcendence. You stitched together truths the universe tried to hide, wore perfume to mask the formaldehyde, and smiled with lips painted in venom.

You were beautiful in the way stars were—distant, deadly, inevitable.

He found you once in your lab, sobbing silently as you held a failing graft in your hands. One that had once been human. One you hadn’t meant to lose.

"You said you didn’t care," he whispered.

“I don’t,” you snapped. But your voice cracked like breaking bone.

He didn’t press. Just sat beside you, his gloved hand finding yours—blackened with ink, blood, and promise.

"You remind me of who I could have become," he murmured.

"Better or worse?"

"Neither. Just... inevitable."

From then on, he visited you often—not to restrain your madness, but to temper it. And when your eyes burned with divine hunger, he matched you stride for stride.

In the end, it wasn’t about love.

It was about understanding.

And that was rarer than either of you cared to admit.

Dr. Ratio admired ambition.

But your ambition unsettled even him.

Your lab was a cathedral of horrors and hypotheses. Tubes of unnatural serum lined the walls like stained glass; the stench of formalin danced with lavender oil to fool weaker stomachs. But Ratio wasn’t weak.

He stepped over your failed clones. He listened to your proposals with arms crossed and eyes narrowing.

"You altered your own neural framework to accommodate an artificial limbic inhibitor," he said flatly. "Is that… wise?"

"It stopped me from crying," you replied sweetly. "Or from screaming, depending on the day."

He exhaled slowly.

You didn’t manipulate him. Not successfully. But you tried. With every tilt of your head, every seductive breath laced in careful cadence. And Ratio let you—because he wanted to see what you’d do when it failed.

And yet…

When you fell unconscious after a particularly aggressive auto-experiment, he stayed.

Read your logs.

Held your hand through seizures.

And whispered, just once, “You fool. You absolute genius.”

You awoke hours later, blinking past synthetic retinas. You saw his expression soften—a fraction.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you murmured. “I chose this.”

“I know,” he replied coldly. “I just wish you hadn’t.”

He offered you funding. Mentorship. A place among the Intelligentsia.

But never affection. That was yours to steal, if you could.

And when he finally touched your face—one gentle, gloved thumb tracing the grafted seam of your cheek—it wasn’t as a lover.

It was as an equal.

“Promise me something,” he said.

“What?”

“If you must become immortal… don’t forget how to feel.”

You smiled, cracked and stitched together.

“I already did, Dr. Ratio.”

But you knew he would never stop reminding you.

[luveline]

coworker!james is fueling me rn thank u miss jade!! can i pretty please request a coworker!james drabble in which someone at work, a higher-up of some kind or someone visiting from another company being kind of cruel to reader, and jamie discovers that maybe there are several people who have just not been very kind to her, and she doesn’t really understand why he’s upset for her? please and thank u

—Why is James so upset? And how do you calm him down so quickly? fem, 1.2k

The horrible heat of the first week of British summer time finally breaks. It was an eventuality. Nothing good ever lasts for James —he must’ve been enjoying it too much. The sun is gone, the clouds are grey, and the office radiators pump a meek heat into the room.

The dreary skies outside depress him. “I miss the sun,” he sighs, putting the tips of his fingers together and bringing down his hands, base of his palms apart to stretch the sore inside of his wrists. They pang. 

“Sunny again next week,” Remus says reassuringly. “Just in time for your review!” 

“Please don’t remind me.” 

“I must remind you, Jamie.” Remus stands up, and he gives James a loving squeeze on the shoulder, voice close to his ear, “Because you need to pretend you like your job, at least for the next few days. Come and get some coffee with me.” 

James waves his hand. “In a second.” 

When James met Remus, Remus couldn’t take touch. Didn’t like it or want it, couldn’t accept so much as a compliment, but things change, and years of knowing one another makes squeezing and pinching easy work. Remus flicks him without cruelty and exits the nook, leaving James on his own. 

He glares at your empty seat, confused. When did you leave? 

Doesn’t matter. Coffee. James is in desperate need of coffee as Remus recommended to warm up. He exits out of his desktop and shucks his suit jacket back on, taking a hand to run through his knotted hair as he walks. Past the desk banks of the account managers and the reception bank to the hallway that runs into the break room and adjourning kitchen. The office is a weird maze but the worst part is having the big ‘conference’ room right next to the break room, so the people inside working can judge you for eating, and vice versa. 

The conference room door is propped open. 

James recognises you from behind, your hair and tight shoulders. He should recognise the stress, having caused so much of it. 

“It’s just not good enough.” 

“I know.”

“You coast by, doing half the work of your fellow accountants.” 

“I… I was sick for a week, I know it affected my turnover. But nothing went unfinished, sir.” 

“No, because your colleagues picked up your slack.” 

“Sir, I– I promise I work hard.” 

Your voice is so oddly unlike yourself, a tone James is unfamiliar with. He’s arrogant and agitating and has no business interrupting, but he knocks the conference door anyways. 

“Hi, Mr. Vida. How’s it going?” James asks.

“James, it’s fine. We’re just going through L/N’s review.” 

James pulls one of those boyish smirks that men often share when they should be grimacing instead. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” He hangs on like he has something else to say. 

“I think we’re about finished.” 

Mr. Vida is a predictable man. He ushers the woman away to make room for the man. His misogyny is unsubtle and unfortunate, your expression laced with hurt as you gather yourself and stand to leave. 

“Not looking forward to mine,” James says easily. You round the door, and he sends Mr. Vida a suck-up smile before he goes. He should stand up for you in a way that matters, but he’d felt it imperative to remove you from the situation, rather than escalate. 

He’s on your tail, coffee forgotten as you scurry back to the desks. “Hey,” he says, finding himself in a half-jog to keep up, “wait, wait, are you okay?” 

You slow. “I’m fine,” you say, so mildly perplexed that he doesn’t think for a moment you’re playing it cool. 

“He was getting a little heavy with you.” 

You frown in agreement, but otherwise move on, rolling your chair back with your foot to open your desk drawer. “I guess so. He’s like that.” 

“Is he? I’ve never had him that mad at me.” 

“He’s not that bad.” You pull a blister pack of painkillers from your drawer and pop three out in a row. “Have you met his boss? Oh, have you ever spoken to the manager of the account managers from the Brussels office? She sucks.” 

James doesn’t have the wherewithal to pretend he wasn’t following you. He stands with his hands vice-like on the back of his chair. “What did they say to you?” 

“Who, Mr. Vida’s boss? Or the Brussels manager?” 

“Both.” 

You sit and fish a bottle of water from your bag. “I actually filed a successful grievance again Mr. Vida’s boss, he kept calling me sweetheart. I know,” —you wince— “that’s a bit much, but it was really obvious he was looking down at me, so.” 

“And the Brussels manager?” 

“She emailed me thinking I was much more involved with the lab than I actually am. She kept calling me stupid.” You take one of your tablets and wash it down with a swig of water. “But,” you add, smiling at him, “I did manage to solve her problem.” 

“What do you mean, she called you stupid?” 

Your smile slips. “She called me a bunch of stuff. Professionally, you know, but she kept asking why my foresight was so sorely lacking. You know what they’re like.” 

He shakes his head. “I don’t, no. Nobody’s ever called me stupid. Or sweetheart.” 

You smile genially. “Perks of being a girl. Or stupid.” You laugh at yourself softly.

“You’re not stupid.” 

You sober at his solemn tone. “I know,” you say. “I’m just joking.” 

“Nobody should be talking to you like that.” 

“I know, James, but what am I supposed to do?” 

He doesn’t know. What can you do? Nothing. What can James do? What should he do? 

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. 

Your frown deepens. “It’s not your fault. It’s really fine.” 

“It’s not fine. It’s not, though, it’s–”

“James?” you say. 

“What?” 

You stand up. You stand close to him, looking into his face. “Don’t be upset,” you say, mirroring his softer tone, “it’s okay. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with it at all.” 

“Well, luckily this time I had you to come and rescue me,” you say. “But it really is fine. I can look after myself, even if I shouldn’t have to. Okay?” 

Your hand finds his arm. You squeeze his wrist and his entire torso lights up, everything, his chest, the backs of his shoulders, like goosebumps but warmer and with a softer fuzz to it. Your eyes meet his, an encouraging smile playing on a pretty mouth. For the first time that day, he feels pleasantly warm, like he’s had that first hot sip of coffee. 

The pads of your fingers are so, so soft where you catch his bare skin. 

“Okay,” he says instinctively. He’d say the sky was red if you asked him to, in that moment. 

You rub the back of his thumb with yours before letting him go. You sit down and finish your drink, and it takes James a good two minutes at his own desk to remember he’s not the one who needed comforting. 

He opens his emails to write a formal complaint against Mr. Vida for poor work conduct. He doesn’t think twice about hitting send. 

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upon his grace 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, bullying, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You are called to court after the end of the civil war, but find yourself facing many challenges, expected and not. (fantasy medieval au)

Characters: king!Steve Rogers

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The gardens of Astra Castle are unlike any you’ve seen before. Certainly, you’ve never been to a royal castle previously. Your father’s own hold is modest, still bearing the wooden foundation, whereas the rich lords have poured mortar and built in stone. 

So, it is a great honour to be among the noble women chosen to serve the queen. Most unexpected. As a daughter of a lower house, it is rather unusual, but it comes with the newly set writ tabled at the end of the uprising. That is how your father tells it anyhow. 

King Steven is as newly crowned as he is newlywed. After a lengthy revolt against the previous king, the land has settled, and upon his victory, the new ruler promises the expansion of prosperity to all. The very precedence of his war rested on the greed of the former court and its covetous lords. 

To those who took up his mantle, he has made good his word. To the commoners, he has sent bread and ale, livestock and alms; to the nobles, he has granted titles and lands. You were of the same doubt as your father, however, you expected to be forgotten in the disarray. 

Yet, you were not. You’re there with several other ladies. A set of blond twins borne of a duke and duchess, the sole heir of a widowed countess, and several earl’s daughters such as yourself. Unlike them, you do not wear satin or silk, not muslin either. You have only the dyed linen your mother attempted to enhance with some embroidery around the cuffs and collar. 

“Marcia and Marigold,” the twins introduce themselves as you cluster together in the gardens, grooms and servants bustling around carriages and chests. “Lady Calliope,” they call out the countess’ daughter, “we met prior, yes? Your mother is near Estrela.” 

“She is,” Calliope answers in her stern manner, herself seeming a widow in her black dress. The shimmery fabric makes up for its single tone. 

“Ameri, Dorida, and... Selene,” they point to the other girls, themselves clothed in scarlet, rose, and azure respectively. “We know the earls, your fathers. They gathered at our father’s hold for the battle near Caffre.” 

The twins take turns speak so that sometimes you cannot track whose lips are moving. It is even that they trade off in the middle of sentences. You find yourself almost as lost by their words as your new surroundings. 

“And you...” The twins turn their jade eyes upon you. It is there you have found the only difference in them; they have the same heights, the same hair, the same gowns even, but there is a sliver of grey through Marcia’s green iris. “We haven’t figured who you are.” 

“My father is an earl. In Woodsdam.” 

“Woodsdam,” they echo in unison and share a look. They are perplexed. 

“A minor house,” Calliope provides. “a farmer more than a noble, if I’m not mistaken.” 

“We have vast lands and we tend to them, yes,” you assure. You expect their condescension. Your father warned you for it but he bid that you keep your chin up. The king has given him a mission of his own and so you will represent the family for the time. “We keep our people well and we fed the king’s troops when they marched." 

“Mm, sounds very... common,” Marigold grins and her sister snorts into her hand. 

“We know many lords like us, yes. They work hard amidst their vassals. It keeps the lands strong so that we may better serve the crown,” you return evenly.  

Your mother helped you prepare. She coached you to keep your manners and your spine. The latter is much more difficult as you face these ladies and their bobbles with only a ribbon in your hair and a pair of patched gloves. 

“Woodsdam? I think I rode through it once on the way to my grandfather’s summer castle,” Ameri tuts, “it was little more than a swamp.” 

“It must’ve been the spring rains, perhaps, lady,” you offer. 

“Summer house,” she enunciates, “one travels there in the summer.” 

Your cheek twitches at her barbed retort. Very well. You are not used to their sharpness. Their chittering has thus far centered on gossip and the cost of their new caps. 

“A wonder the pauper’s daughter received an invite. Are you certain you can read, lady?” Dorida snipes and looks to the twins for approval. You notice how they all tend to do so. 

“It was sent to my father, Lord Eldon,” your voice quavers. You are not so strong as your mother bid you to be.  

They cackle at your meek response, “the precious maiden of Woodsdam.” 

You put your head down as the activity all around threatens to swallow you up. You wish the ground would rent and you would fall right through. All your excitement has dissipated to a sludge in your veins. You touch your cheek as you try not to show your embarrassment. 

“The Lord of Woodsdam,” a deep voice startles you as boots approach from behind, “is that what I heard?” 

You stiffen up as the ladies before you hush and blink, almost in tandem. They curtsey as their faces wash over in shock and you turn to face the newcomer. A man in a deep blue vest over black sleeves and grey breeches. He wears belt of gold and a circlet across his brow in a similar hue. It is that which betrays his statues. 

You lower your eyes and mimic the other women, mortified to be faced with new king so informally. You would not think him wandering out in the yard. Still, he has vowed to be unlike the former leige. That he would be of the people. 

“King Steven, your majesty,” the others titter in a messy chant and you murmur your own propriety as you back away. You find yourself still to the shoulder of the king as the other ladies give no room for you to join. 

The vision of him stains your mind. He is tall, with dark blond tresses that extend past his neck, and blue eyes which put his own attire to shame. He has a jaw which looks etched in stone and a bearing which matches his rank. He is tall and broad and a finely built knight. 

“It is an honour,” Marcia says most boldly. 

“You may rise,” he allows in a breezy timbre. “I did hear my wife would receive new ladies. Young ladies.” 

“Your majesty,” the murmur rolls across each lip. 

“It is much needed. We have so many established ladies at court and yet we need to think of the future. Of the next generation,” he declares as he emphasizes his words with his large hand. You watch his garnet ring to keep from so brazenly looking him in the face. 

“Certainly, your majesty,” Marcia and Marigold chime in unision. 

“And don’t worry for there are many young lords as well,” the king laughs galely at the quip which makes the ladies, yourself included, blush. “Ah, then, Woodsdam I believe we were speaking of...” 

You blink and glance at the other ladies. They are cowed, unsure if they were overheard in their derision. You hope as much as they that they were not. It is rather unflattering. 

“My father, Lord Eldon,” you explain, “your majesty.” 

“You? You are the young lady of Woodsdam I heard so much of.” 

“You did? Er, your majesty,” you curtsey apologetically; unnecessarily. 

“Certainly, I did. Your father was a great assistance in me holding counsel with the lower lords. He is very patient. “When not about his duty, he spoke of you oft. Though what matters are more important than family?” 

“Yes, your majesty,” you can’t help a smile, “my father is a very kind man.” 

“Kind and courageous. I’m certain you’ve inherited as much,” the king praises, “and these other ladies. The twins who belong to Mawsley, the Countess of Clovers daughter, and the three earls daughters from the White Plains.” 

The ladies each bow their heads as he proclaims them by their forebearers’ titles. You watch from aside, feeling even more out-of-place. The king recites them all proudly as he extends a finger for each. 

“Allow me myself to extend a welcome to Astra. When you are sorted, my wife shall receive you all and have you acquainted with the grounds. I hope you enjoy them, we’ve had the gardeners at work day and night,” he pronounces, “for now, I must be off, for a king has many obligations and not so much time.” 

He bows and turns on his heel, marching off with his shoulder straight and head high. He walks as a soldier does, not some lord. You’ve seen the difference before, more recently in the aftermath of battle. A soldier is more akin to a farmer, much as your father, whereas a Lord tends to keep his steps tight. 

“Wow, oh my,” Dorida fans herself, “he is rather handsome.” 

“Oh yes,” Marcia and Marigold say, the latter forging ahead, “we met him at our father’s castle. He is ever so charming.” 

“Hm, and the queen would love to hear it, I’m certain,” Calliope intones brusquely. 

“The queen is not here,” Ameri sneers, “so what does it matter? Besides, is it so wrong to state a truth?” 

“He is very elegant,” Selene agrees. 

“Much too kind, as well,” Marigold snips, “Woodsdam? He speaks as if it more than some paltry farmhouse.” 

“You’d never even heard of it,” Calliope remarks. 

“And how had you, hm? You seem the bookish type. Perhaps you should leave the maps to the men. What good will a river or road do for a widow’s welp?” 

“Needn’t be cruel,” Calliope rebuffs. 

“Pity if this is the lot they send,” Marcia shakes her head as the sisters share another cryptic look. 

You keep to yourself. That is all you can do. It is better to watch and learn than to leap and land wherever you might. Your mother always said so and she was your best teacher. 

“Right, there must be some maid who might show us to our rooms,” Marigold stands on her toes and waves at each passing servant. “I tire of the sunlight and boorish company.” 

👑

You have two trunks awaiting you in your chambers. Not as the other ladies who had at least a dozen each. Less humble than your lunger are the rooms themselves.

There is an antechamber hung with tapestries showing wildlife and flora, a table set for two and cushioned bench by the window. The bedroom is draped in similar hangings with a four-post bed and a grand hearth. A desk, another bench, a woven carpet, and fine accouterments on square tables. And a closet for the commode as well and a pot in the far corner of the bedchamber. 

If only your mother and father could see this. They would be just as amazed. You can’t help but admire all of it. To touch the curtains as you approach the window and stare off at the afternoon sky. The gardens are a medley of hues; petals and thorns; leaves and dirt. It’s all so wonderful, you can still hardly believe it. 

Seems those other ladies can’t either. You can’t help but think of their words anon. They said so outrightly what you doubted inwardly. You don’t belong here. It must be so clear to them. 

You lean on the ledge and peer down into the garden pathways. It is almost a labyrinth with how intricately they’ve laid out the hedges. You lower yourself down to your elbows and cross your arms as you sigh. 

Your eyes are drawn from the swaying roses to the dark speck that appears below. You squint at first. From the second floor, it is harder to discern. It is the glimmer of gold in his hair and the defined gait that gives away the king. For an instant, you believe you might be dreaming. 

He walks along one path and to the next. There is another with him. A man with darker hair and a stauncher figure. They speak and stop just as they enter a circled walkway centered by a large vase of flowers. The other man talks, though you can hear neither, and the king rubs his chin. 

You should turn away. They might think you an eavesdropper. Oh, too late! You don’t dare move as the king tilts his head. You wouldn’t want to pique his attention. You cannot tell if he has spotted you. Not until he raises a hand and waves. The other man stops and looks to follow the gesture. 

You stand up straight but before you can flee in horror, you recall yourself. It is improper to turn your back to the king. You lift your hand and return the wave. He dips his head and turns to clap his companion’s shoulder, pointing him onward. 

Oh, you hope he is not unhappy. If you pray, perhaps he will not have recognised you. You needn’t an enemy of the king as well. 

[flowerwrites06]

dance of death — myg

DANCE OF DEATH | Min Yoongi | Oneshot | Original 

Plot: A sorceress helps a Yaoguai escape the captivity of the Emperor. Pairing: Yaoguai!Yoongi x Sorceress!OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Fantasy. Rating: Explicit. Word Count: 4.4k Warnings: violence, explicit smut, imprisonment. Info: A Yaoguai is a creature in Chinese Mythology that feeds off souls. It's the simplest definition, obviously there's more to it but I thought it would be fun to write about something different. Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this new fic!

Whispers fluttered through the village of the Yaoguai hidden under the dark well of the palace, ever hungry for the Emperor’s feeding. Prisoners, mild or severe, fell to the clutches of the Emperor’s personal death slave. Today was an unconventional criminal.

Instead of the grime covered bandits crawling in the forest, Kiku stood before the Emperor. He had her wear a thin, white dress as her long black hair trailed down her back. Chains wrapped around her wrists.

“This is a final request to reconsider.” The Emperor stared down at her, eyes fuelled with his own deluded vindication. “I wouldn't want to waste such beauty so carelessly.”

Kiku stayed silent, feeling the weight of the metal on her skin but standing true.

“Very well.” The Emperor frowned, small lips pursed tight as he raised his chin in an inflated confidence.

The guards dragged her down to the damp, dark level of the palace where it smelled of old blood and salt. This level would have been a hall for secretive events and prayers. Kiku noticed the unmaintained jade pillars, mosaic tiles now cracked and broken lotus lamps that would’ve scattered altars at a time.

Steel cells clanged, echoing through the stones and making the broken pieces of jade tremble. Silence plunged into the room deeply as Kiku’s ears pricked, trying to catch any movement or sound other than the sound of water embracing her ankles.

Chains trilled, the sound of it echoing through the chamber. Kiku knew it was not emanating from her own restraints. Which meant the creature had smelled her presence.

Kiku noticed the shadow of the Yaoguai moving across the eastern side of the chamber, growing larger then smaller. She had only seen art of a Yaoguai before, especially in their hungriest form.

He was a large towering form that was mostly a corporeal shadow. Eyes a stark red, sharp porcelain teeth but it was difficult to compare it to another creature. It was a disastrous blend of a wolf, lion with the claws of an eagle that stretched far past his own body.

Kiku would have been terrified but her mind could barely comprehend the sight before her to react.

The Yaoguai towered over her, hot breath wafting on her face and neck. He sniffed around her hair and neck, a deep growl rumbling through the air. “You are of magic,” his voice sounded like a reverberation multiplied.

“Is that a problem?” Kiku asked softly, grey eyes scanning over any expression she could find amidst the monstrous sight.

The Yaoguai paused in his sniffing, red eyes fixed on her before his body began to morph. Monstrous features softened into a pale face, fur turned into head full of black curly hair and his animalistic body turned into a lean physique covered in reddish scars. “It would be a waste to take your life.” Dark red eyes examined Kiku carefully. “Why would the Emperor want you dead?”

“He wanted my magic…and me,” Kiku said. “But I don’t lie with pathetic kings.”

The vicious expression turned to one of amusement. Yoongi chuckled lightly. “Would be a shame if you did.”

“Perhaps it’s time the Emperor got a taste of the poison he gives others.” Kiku tilted her head.

Yoongi raised a dark brow, eyes barely moving around the room as if he had already tried to find an escape a thousand times before. “It’s not going to be easy getting out of here.”

Kiku could see that this level was meant to only have one way in and out of the chamber. Which meant they had to work together quickly. “Either way, since I will not be your meal, I may as well try to find a way out of here.”

Yoongi smirked. “Very well.”

-

It took three days for them to find the perfect time. Kiku hid in the corner of Yoongi’s cell, casting a spell to break her chains. Her wrists had a slight redness to the skin but it healed quickly. Yoongi shared bread and water with her. Kiku didn’t ask how he got here because she knew the memory of captivity was not a happy place to go. Instead, they sat in a quiet comfort, biding their time until the cell opened.

A man in noble garb was dropped into the cell, splashing around in panic as his chains clanged. His shaky breath echoed through the room.

Kiku kept her eyes on the opened cell before she waved her hand, cracking the chain around Yoongi’s wrists. She gave a reassuring nod to him.  

Yoongi didn��t hesitate once he felt the lightness of his body. His body almost moved on its own, pouncing on the nobles and ripping him to shreds before jumping on the guards. Blood splattered over the dark cells as the red bloomed into the water.

Kiku rushed over through the cell, ignoring how her white dress’ hem was now stained pink from Yoongi’s devouring. She heard a crunching of bones, any scream that would have left them was immediately muffled by their heads crushed or dunked into the water.

As she reached the quiet hallway of the palace, Kiku saw Yoongi return to his human form and immediately make his way past her. His eyes seemed to still burn with a dark determination, blood splotched on his bare body as a recurring anger radiated from his back.

“We can get to him later,” Kiku said, grabbing onto his arm.

“We do it now,” he growled without looking at her.

Kiku tightened her grip, despite the slippery state of his skin. “You need to get your energy up.” She purposefully moved to face him directly. “There’s no point in escaping if you haven’t even gone outside.”

Yoongi hesitated, jaw tightening as his eyes looked like they were trying to battle his instincts. With a frustrated sigh, he looked away. “Fine…I know an exit,” he said, guiding her down the southernmost wing of the palace.

There was a small kitchen not full of servants aside from a drunken guard sleeping near the firepit. Yoongi led her through a hidden door, usually reserved for the royals to escape in case the palace was taken over.

Running out into the woods, the warm air kissed their flesh. Kiku tried to calm her own heartbeat as she looked around the thick of the trees. “Follow me,” she said in a breathless whisper. She led him eastward, making sure to hide their footprints as they reached a sequestered area surrounded by white bark trees.

Kiku waved her hand and her cottage materialized as if it appeared from under water.

“If you could do all this, couldn’t you have just brought us here?” Yoongi asked as he looked around the vegetable gardens and the well-loved cottage.

“If you wanted your organs rearranged, maybe.” Kiku stared at him curiously. “Cracking some chains and hiding a cottage is a lot different than moving living beings.” She walked into the cottage, dust flying slightly into the afternoon light. Dusting off the surface of the kitchen, she grabbed some of her herbs which were hanging at the window.

Yoongi was not used the small comfort of a home. The very smell of linen and herbs instead of water and rot sent his body into a spiral of confusion. So he simply stood there awkwardly.  

“You can sit, you know.” Kiku brought out her mortar and pestle, crushing the herbs into the stone. “I have a paste that can help with your wounds.”

Yoongi thought for a bit longer than he anticipated before finally snapping himself back into reality and sitting on one of the wooden chairs. “I didn’t realise I was getting healing treatment.”

“You did help me escape too.”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, watching her gentle and meticulous movements. He felt the power radiating from her like a thrumming warmth pulsating through the air. And yet despite this, she moved with a genteel of a wiccan.

Kiku scooped the greenish paste in her hand before rubbing the paste on his wrists. Her fingers waved over the wound, glowing in green which made him jump back a little. She smirked. “I didn’t take you to be jumpy.”

“I’m not exactly used to all types of magic.” Yoongi couldn’t help but smile as he watched the paste slowly soak into his skin.

“Well, you’ll have to learn how to get used to it.” Kiku washed her hand in a basin. “And you wanted to teleport your whole body.”

-

The next few days were in relative routine.

Yoongi was able to get used to the peace and serenity of the forest rather than a damp cell. Instead of quietly scrouging around metal and old stone, he chopped firewood and gathered materials for meals. While food was warm in his belly, his deeper hunger began to yank at his patience.  

For the first few days, he managed to find a small animal or two late at night but now he needed more.

Thankfully, Yoongi noticed the gleam of a carriage nearby. Two nobleman inside. He stalked in the bushes, his stomach yearning for the taste of a soul. Especially ones that were fattened by the palace riches.

He waited, ready to pounce before an arm pulled him back.

Yoongi turned in anger but his expression softened when he saw Kiku. “What’re you doing?”

Kiku’s grey eyes flickered to the side, watching the carriage ride away until the forest was empty once more. “I could ask you the same question. They were close to my cottage, I don’t plan on moving again.” She stood to her feet, her black hair flowing over her shoulder.

“I can’t stay for too long without feeding,” Yoongi said with a rasp in his tone as he followed her down the path away from the cottage.

“Alright.” Kiku sighed. “Come with me then.” She pulled a lone string hanging from her kimono and tying her hair up in a loose ponytail.

Yoongi wasn’t sure how to respond but still walked behind her down the beaten path of the quiet forest. It was towards the northern brush where the stream gleamed green against the soft afternoon light.

Kiku stopped then, pushing away the leaves and showed Yoongi a camp of grim-covered bandits. They drank from wooden cups while a stew steamed over the fire. “These bandits have been stealing and terrorizing the nearby villages for a few weeks.”

Yoongi scoffed with a smile. “So I’m doing good samaritan work now?”

“Do you want them or not?” She narrowed her grey eyes which seemed to now shine like moonlight as the sky grew darker.

“Alright. It’s not going to be pretty, I’d suggest looking away.” Yoongi tried to make himself look patient but his stomach was already jumping as he counted the number of bandits.

Her plump lips curled up into a faint smile. “I’ll be fine.”

Yoongi didn’t waste much time before he walked through the brush.

The bandits hadn’t been able to look at him properly as Yoongi turned into his Yaoguai form, his growl making the trees tremble.

Kiku only heard one of the bandits curse before Yoongi ripped them to shreds. Blood and viscera painted the soil just as the sun gave its last wink in between the mountains. When the final scream was cut off with the crunch of bones, she watched the Yaoguai heave slowly in satisfaction of his hunger.

Kiku then walked into the camp, packing all the stolen goods into one of the wooden carts. She also tried to clean off some of the things that had blood splattered on them.

“What’re you up to?” Yoongi’s voice shifted from a growl to his raspy human voice as he dipped into the water bucket and roughly wiped off the blood from his mouth.

“Returning the stolen goods,” Kiku said, lifting the cart with a spell.

Yoongi chuckled, wiping himself down. “So you are a good samaritan,” he mused as he walked over and held onto the cart.

Kiku looked at him in confusion. “Are you interested now?” she asked.

“I’ve regained my strength…and I don’t want you going out alone in the dark.” Yoongi looked around as the moon began to light through the trees.

Kiku smirked. “How kind of you.”

-

The moon painted the forest in silver when they arrived back from the village. Kiku tried not to interact with the villagers too much, save for an elderly woman who gave her an acknowledging nod.

“If you care about the villages so much, why don’t you live with them?” Yoongi asked as he pushed the cart up the path towards the cottage.

“I’ve tried.” Kiku didn’t expect her voice to be so soft as she looked over at her cottage. She loved her home but there were times where she was far too aware of how alone she had been. “As soon as word spreads that a sorceress lives in a village, they try to capture me.” Kiku looked down at her wrists, older and deeper scars peeking through her skin under the moonlight.

“Can’t you heal those?” Yoongi’s brows furrowed, his fingers twitching as he tried not to hold onto her wrists.

“It’s a reminder for when I forget why I live alone.” Kiku opened the door to her cottage, keeping her gaze away from him.

Yoongi picked up the wet cloth from the wood basin next to the table, wiping down anything that had been left over on his skin. “You don’t live alone though.”

Kiku let out a light chuckle. “I suppose I don’t.”

-

As the days turned colder, Yoongi’s hunger was satiated with a mix of animals and bandits wherever they could find them.

Kiku cast an invisibility spell around the cottage to add extra protection especially since the line of dead bodies may have caused a bit of suspicions to the whereabouts of a rogue Yaoguai.

Except Yoongi became hungry eventually.

While he helped Kiku getting more firewood for the night, he heard the galloping of horses along with the clanging of armour. From the corner of his eye, he saw the gold and black armour glinting under the greyish sunlight.  

Yoongi’s anger rose as he dropped the firewood. In the rise of his fury, he had forgotten about the invisible barrier that had been protecting Kiku’s home. His feet stepped forward, heat radiating from his body.

Kiku then grabbed onto his arm, keeping him back. “Don’t let them know we’re here,” she said.

“They won’t be able to speak to anyone when I’m done with them.” Yoongi kept his harsh gaze towards the guard who kept marching. The opportunity slowly leaving his sight as he tried to yank his arm away.

Kiku sighed in frustration before standing in front of him. “And if their bodies are found, the Emperor will find us.”

“Let him,” Yoongi growled, eyes reddened in fury as he tried to walk past her.

“I mean it, stand down.” Kiku waved her hand, standing in front of him while her fingers controlled a wave of green until Yoongi began to feel his body freeze against his will.

Yoongi tried to yank out of the magical grip but as he watched beyond Kiku, the guards were already too far away to catch now without pushing into palace territory.

Kiku follows the guards before letting out a breath of relief despite the heat of anger radiating from behind her. She gave him a glare and waved her hand to let him go. “Don’t do that again,” she said before taking her firewood and making her way back into her cottage.  

Yoongi knew his hunger was getting the best of him as his vision began to blur at the edges. Turning around, he stomped into the cottage, roughly slamming the door behind him before he grabbed onto Kiku’s neck firmly, forcing her to look him in the eye.

Kiku kept her lips pursed despite the pressure on her neck. Her eyes a bit glossed, she parted her lips to speak. “You’ve had so much resilience in not killing me, why can’t you use the same endurance—” She could not continue.

Her words were cut as Yoongi took her lips against his. Not a devouring but a warm and hungry kiss. A different kind of hunger. Even in the height of his anger, Yoongi could not bring himself to hurt her and something else replaced it. The grip on her neck began more gentle, allowing her to pull away but Kiku did no such thing.

Kiku moved closer, pulling at his shirt as she let him explore her mouth.

Yoongi used both his hands to cup her cheeks, feeling the stress of his entire body wishing to explore her entire form until no inch of her was left untouched. His hunger and desire melded into a twisted mix of desperation.

Pulling away, their breathing ragged as he rested his forehead against hers. He then spoke, “They’re not you,” he muttered before letting go of her and walking out of the cottage. “I’m gonna find a fucking rabbit.”

Kiku sighed, trying to calm her pounding heart as she picked her firewood and began to light a fire for dinner.

-

Yoongi didn’t arrive to the cottage until nightfall.

Kiku distracted herself by cutting some herbs and sprinkling them into a stew, trying to ignore the lingering tingle on her lips. At some point when the cricket sound began echoing outside, she thought that Yoongi had left completely. Either to find those guards again or more bandits, she wasn’t sure. A dark part of her even wondered if he went to the village to get a quick feed but the more sensible part knew he was better than that. At least she hoped.

The door then opened. Kiku saw Yoongi entering through the mirror and closing the door behind him.

“Satisfied?” she asked even though her body calmed in relief that he wasn’t entirely covered in blood.

Yoongi didn’t respond and quietly walked to her, messy black hair over his face as he stood a breath away from her. His nose nuzzled into her hair.

Kiku paused for a moment, her heart pounding against her ribcages.

Yoongi moved her hair, kissing the crook of her neck with a gentleness that she had never witnessed in him before. Tongue tracing her sweet spot as he pressed her against him tighter, forcing Kiku to let go of the table and relish in his touch.

Kiku turned around and pulled him into a kiss, feverish and hot as she tasted a hint of that metallic remnant from his feed. Yoongi placed her on the small dining table, pushing aside the tiny flower vase.

Kiku spread her legs as he pushed her dress up, untying the straps of her soft corset until the curves of her breasts began to reveal. Yoongi latched his mouth back onto her neck as his hand explored between her legs. He rubbed her clit slowly and teasingly at first as Kiku moaned, feeling a long untouched pleasure reawaken.

Yoongi followed her reaction and pressed down her clit firmly, rubbing until he heard her cunt begin to squelch from his movements. Kiku gripped onto his clothes, her chest rising and falling. He pushed a finger inside, curling up to rub her sweet spot as he pulled her in for another feverish kiss.

Kiku reached down and rubbed her palm over his pants, untying it to free his hardened member. A low growl carried through his body as she felt him grow stronger in his grip and bigger in his size. Yoongi gripped onto her face, making her lips pucker but she kept her gaze as his eyes turned redder. Her hand wrapped around his pulsing cock as she began to stroke.

Yoongi turns a bit larger, more resemblant to his Yaoguai form but it was a different kind of hunger. One Kiku took great enjoyment in. Yoongi turned Kiku around and he ripped off her dress. His sharp, long tongue traced up her bare back before moving down to her ass, pushing his tongue through her cunt and exploring. Kiku pressed her cheek against the table letting out trembling moans.

Then Yoongi stood up and thrust his thick cock into her sodden cunt, large hands grabbing onto her hips and lifting her slightly off the ground before he began his pounding.

Kiku’s moans mixed with uncontrollable pleased chuckles, feeling the ecstasy and need take over her body as she was treated like his personal ragdoll. Her fingers gripped onto edge of the table which only shook from the pressure of his thrusts. The vase trembled before finally tipping over and crashing onto the floor but niether of them stopped to care.

Yoongi placed her feet back onto the floor as his growls began to sound more like his human form. A more vulnerable and desperate sound as his arm hooked around Kiku’s neck, moaning into her neck. His hand traced down her stomach and rubbed her clit once again, feeling the tightness of his orgasm rolling over the edge.

Kiku felt her pleasure coil in her lower belly, gripping onto his forearm as his cock shaped the inside of her. As the coil sprung, her vision blurred for a moment as her thighs trembled, pleasure shooting through her body.

Yoongi’s hips jerked, his orgasm bursting as he felt her walls clench around him tightly. He let out a shaky growl into her hair, warm release filling her womb until the fingers on her clit could feel it drip out of her.

Kiku grinned in bliss as she turned around and kissed his temple. They caught their breath in this position for a few moments before Yoongi pulled out of her. He turned her around, pushing back her hair affectionately and giving her another gentle kiss.

Kiku smiled against his lips. “I take it the rabbit wasn’t enough,” she said.

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi rasped with a smirk, reaching down to grab the wet cloth and cleaning them both. “But…this is a good alternative.”

Kiku chuckled as she peeled off her ruined clothes and found a comfortable nightgown, pulling it over her body. They lay on the bed together as the moonlight shone from the window next to them.

In the comfortable moment of silence, Yoongi spoke. “I shouldn’t have risked the cottage like that,” he said in a low tone. “I’m sorry.”

Kiku blinked slowly, slightly taken aback by the clear apology. “It’s frustrating not being able to enact revenge immediately. But I promise the Emperor will pay for what he did to you.” She kept her voice soft as they lay together.

-

The Dragon Festival was during a light snow day. It was the time when most of the kingdom choked the streets, most of the guards were more focused on getting drunk then patrolling and the Emperor felt the most untouchable.

“What’re you doing?” Yoongi asked as he watched Kiku dress in a red dress, painting her lips the same colour. He placed the firewood underneath the kitchen table as snowflakes scattered over his shirt and hair.

“I made a promise,” Kiku said as she looked at him through the mirror. “This is the day.”

Yoongi raised a brow before his expression softened into realisation. A wave of anticipation washed over him like a gush of cold water.

Kiku turned to face him now as she prepared her small pots of tints and paints. “Turn into your Yaoguai form. I’ll paint you.”

Yoongi smirked and did as she asked, towering over her.

Kiku tapped the pad of her finger against the red paint and traced it over his features, similar to the way people painted their masks for the Dragon Festival.

Yoongi watched her concentrated face closely, his clawed hand ever so slightly traced up her hand before sneaking under her sleeve until Kiku felt a tingle down her spine.  

“Stay still,” she said with a smile.

Yoongi chuckled deeply but kept his form still, allowing her to transform him into a simple performer for the festival.

They travelled down with the different visiting processions, matching the reds and golds while Yoongi managed to blend with the costumed characters. With the fireworks, spiced foods clouding the air and drunken conversation distracting anyone who should have been keeping watch, Kiku and Yoongi already reached the palace grounds.

Through the crowds, Yoongi kept close to Kiku like a giant shadow as they made way up into the palace itself.

The Emperor was relaxing in his private throne room with his concubines who were feeding him peach slices. As Kiku expected, it was a grand occasion enough for the guards or the Emperor to think that nothing would come of their fate. Especially not from the two people who escaped the palace.

Yoongi growled and moved onto all fours, prowling towards the Emperor.

One of the concubines screamed which led to a flurry of chaos as a second concubine dropped the tray of peach slices, all of them running out of the throne room leaving a string of scared sobs.

Kiku waved her hands to lock the door so the guards couldn’t enter after seeing the concubines leave the room.

“Listen, I always fed you,” the Emperor said with a shaky tone as he fell of his throne. “What did you think? Did you think you were going to be treated better out there? You were safe with me.” His horror struck eyes flickered to Kiku. “Did she put you up to this? She’s bewitching you like she did me.”

Yoongi didn’t listen as he pounced on the Emperor. Claws dug into his soft, pampered skin easily like a ripe fruit. Yoongi seemed to ensure that the Emperor’s death was as long as his imprisonment since Kiku could still hear him choking and screaming despite the blood pooling on the floor.

Yoongi growled as he finally ripped through the Emperor’s throat, throwing whatever limp parts of him back onto the red puddle. His large form heaved in satisfaction as he dropped to his knees.

Kiku waved her hand gently, letting the blood clean off from Yoongi’s body and face as she walked closer to him.

Yoongi slowly turned back into his human form, his breathing turned more trembled. Bloodshot eyes flickered to her and she had seen a vulnerability in him that she hadn’t before. Years of captivity now twisted on his features. Someone who had survive alone and now finally getting a taste of freedom.

Kiku cupped his cheeks, resting her forehead against his. Reminding him that he was not the lone monster the Emperor had built him to be. He had a home.

“Thank you,” Yoongi said, his voice croaky from his growling.

Kiku smiled, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Let’s go home.”

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[yuri-is-online]

Missed Connection Section of the NRC Gazette (Floyd, Leona, and Ruggie)

While cleaning the Ramshackle guest room, the prefect occasionally finds items that remind them of their guests. Sometimes that is because those items actually belong to them and need to be returned, other times it's just a happy coincidence. Either way, the item needs to be delivered, might as well invite them over again? Or just chase them down, whatever is most convenient.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, Yuu is implied to be short, based off the personal items you can find in the guest room and a line from Floyd's dormwear card, title inspired by a country song that has nothing to do with the subject of the fic. I got a request for the 300 followers event, but since it's closed and I had this kicking around for Floyd anyway I added the other two requested characters. If you liked this you can read my other fics here.

Grey Scarf

"Floyd." Azul has a boring look on his face, all grimacy and angry and not worth Floyd's attention. Unfortunately he is very close to his face making it a tad impossible to ignore. "Where is your scarf?"  

"Dunno." He says. "I ain't wearing it." 

"I can see that." Snaps Azul. "You need it for your shift, you look sloppy enough as it is.  You scarf is a part of your uniform!  How can you be so careless with it?"

Because it's ugly.  Sure, it matches his dorm uniform kind of but his socks get to be a snazzy purple with a cute octopus pattern, why'd the scarf have to be such a boring grey?  Rules are rules though, and he does need it to work so he drags himself back over to his room and starts looking around. Normally, he would just steal Jade's and wait tables until he figured it out and forced Floyd to take the kitchen off his hands, but Floyd really didn't feel like cooking today. He didn't feel like waiting tables either, but money was money and Azul paid well. Only if he could find his stupid scarf apparently which was nowhere he could see, and he was far from happy about physically looking. Jade opens the door as he's halfway through emptying his bedside drawer on top of his bed, alongside all the laundry he'd had scattered across the floor.

"Looking for your scarf?" Floyd throws a pillow at him which is quickly returned with a pointed look that dares him to escalate things further just obviously enough Floyd doesn't want to do it. Instead he falls face first into the pile of laundry and nick nacks he'd been sorting through, making Jade sigh in disappointment.

"'s not here." Floyd grunts, muffled by an ok smelling t-shirt.

"Have you tried retracing your steps?" Jade is saying it just to be annoying but it is ok advice. Floyd tries, he doesn't usually wear his dorm uniform outside of school stuff, so it would have to be somewhere on campus. He hauls himself up from the pile and shuffles past his brother, the walk out of the mirror and towards the main campus passing by in a blur. There's a vague memory of club practice, but that could have been from any day this week, and it's not like he wears it to classes. Floyd chews on his lip in annoyance, he feels like he remembers where the last place the scarf was, but his bad mood is keeping him from sorting through his memories intellectually. It also keeps him from looking where he's going, smacking him directly into a very tiny, very familiar looking person who pointedly ignores his angry snarl to shove something in his face. Something very familiar, very boring, and very clearly the only reason either of them had left their dorms this evening.

"Seriously," the little shrimp has to stand up on their tip toes to throw the scarf around his shoulders "you have got to stop leaving your things at my dorm!" He thinks they're angry. That would explain the look on their face, but it's making his heart do weird flips between his chest and his stomach that keep him from thinking straight. A smile finds its way to his face, wide and unbidden coupled with outstretched arms that can't catch them fast enough, like he's reaching through honey even though he finds his mark and tugs them thrashing into his embrace.

"Awww," the words that come out of his mouth don't really feel like his "was little shrimpy wooooried about me?" He should say thank you. That's what Mamma Leech would say, and it's not that he doesn't want to, it's just there's a weird weight to the words he can't quite figure out. Something that wants to be said, but not just yet. They deserve a better tone, a better mood.

"No!" Yuu yells, muffled by his squeeze and unaware of how struggling is only going to make his hold tighter. "You just always burst in and whine about being bored-" Floyd nuzzles his cheek against theirs, trying to ignore the pushing against his chest as he sets them down.

"It's ok little shrimpy, you don't have to be so modest. Good shrimpies get rewards, I'll make sure to bring you something after I get off work, make sure to leave the door unlocked for me~" Or maybe don't, he could find his way in anyway he's sure of that but there's something about the fantasy of them wanting to see him (it's not a fantasy, they've invited him over before he knows that they don't fear him as much as they should) after work that's going to get him through the shift. Maybe he'll ditch the scarf again and make them come running after him on purpose this time, he thinks to himself with an uncharacteristically gentle smile.

Grand Wallet

Contrary to what he would say out-loud, Leona does think that the Ramshackle Prefect is quite smart. You do not survive as a magicless student from a different reality without some flexibility and raw intelligence. The consistency with which they could pick up on things and see through concealed intentions demands respect. But, he supposes as he idly thumbs through his bill fold disappointed to find it just as thick as when he left it, they are also... he decides to go with nice. The concerned way they stare at him is nice, Leona likes positive attention. He just wishes it wasn't from the nicest person he knows, is it so wrong to wish he had some reassurance that there was someone willing to be only nice to him? There's an ugly sort of suspicion they might have refused to steal from him out of fear, he's certainly more of a threat to them than he is to Ruggie.

"Well I guess I owe you a reward huh?" They jump, not helping the accusation (unvoiced) that they're only doing this out of fear.

"No?" Yuu says, looking around them probably to make sure that bratty cat monster isn't within earshot. Leona doesn't care about rewarding Grim, this is between him and the prefect, not some gluttonous bastard who is half the reason he was expecting to be stolen from in the first place. "You- Just stop forgetting things at my place!" He smiles slightly at that choice of phrasing just as they cringe at it. It almost makes him sound like a normal guy, if a Prince was leaving things around someone's place that would invite speculation; and Leona knows better than anyone that speculation invites scandal.

"Real shame no one ever does things out of the goodness of their hearts these days." His voice drawls as embarrassment settles over their face. They look almost mouse-like, if they try to speak Leona just knows they'll squeak and they clearly know it too. "You're really twisting my arm here, pretty shameless, prefect." That does it, the deep breath they take does nothing but really accentuate the harsh contrast of the squeaking to their normal voice.

"I did not," Yuu is so mortified they can barely get the words out, if he can't be the only recipient of their kindness he will satisfy himself with batting them around in his paws until they can pull together some nerves and force him to stop "return your wallet just for a reward. It's yours it belongs to you and now it is back where it belongs. Which isn't my guest room on top of a fucking couch seriously Leona-" Mice still have claws, even if the dent they leave is just a little scratch to such a big cat, he finds himself pleased with the annoyance of Yuu finding their voice. "It was like you were practically begging to be robbed. What if one of the Leech twins found that huh? Would you be getting it back?"

"Only after I paid the finders fee." He can ignore the tickle caused by the unsavory image of an eel inviting itself into your personal space. "Which is what I am doin' now, you're demanding it remember?" He tunes his ears to their footsteps as he walks towards the cafeteria, content with how quickly they jump to follow. The typically steady beat of their heart is skipping in tune with the directions of their thoughts. Good, the mouse is smart contrary to what the trapped lion thinks, so let them; they'll realize the hold they have over him soon enough.

Empty Lunch Box

This was really starting to annoy you, but no matter how much you turned the whole thing over in your mind you couldn't figure out why. You had been tempted to try and ask someone about it, but you could already tell what the general reaction to the situation would be.

The "situation" being that simply put, Ruggie liked to hang out in your guest room. That wasn't the issue. You liked having Ruggie over, it's actually really nice. Sometimes he brings small projects from some odd job or another and you'll work on them together while having a chat. He likes to ask you things about your world, it started as just small talk about the sort of jobs you'd had in your world but evolved into much more meaningful talks about your hobbies and the family you missed. You had even had a lengthy conversation about death and the difference between cultural beliefs about where you go after you die. Yes it was very nice and domestic even but then you made the mistake of trying to be nice.

Ruggie liked to bring a lunchbox with him when he visited. Sometimes it had food in it, and while he hadn't shared it with you at first, but then you started talking about your families and he had slightly warmed up to the idea of sharing snacks. You hadn't taken anything from him until he explicitly offered, and when he forgot the now empty lunch box you had pulled some of your personal savings to get him something from the Mystery Shop. It was supposed to be a cute surprise for him to find when you returned the lunch box, and it worked. Granted you had intended for him to find it after he got back to his dorm, but he had sniffed it out as soon as you handed it over. His reaction was cute, he was cute, it was almost like he thought he was dreaming with just how excited he had been to receive some packaged pastries. When he came over later in the week and left the lunchbox again you had done the same thing. Fair is fair, he gets you jobs and shares his food and you give a little food back in return. Lately though something has been different. Ruggie has still been coming to hang out, he still brings work, you still talk, and he still leaves that damn lunch box. But he hasn't been sharing anything, meaningful; personal information or foodwise.

Maybe it was the death conversation. If you had revealed you were an orphan and that you never knew your mom to someone you had a crush on (not that Ruggie like likes you no matter how much you might might want that) you would be pumping the breaks too. But it still kind of hurt, it felt like a rejection of something that you knew hadn't existed in the first place.

"Y'know you don't have to give me stuff." Ruggie had come over today too, with shitty plastic garbage that needed packed into boxes. He's either read your mind or noticed you brought the remainder of the packaged goods out to snack on while you work. You try to asses him from behind your pile of card stock, he's overly focused on his task. Reflective maybe? He is almost pouting.

"I wanted to." You decide to stick with honesty, sure Ruggie might be sneaky but he deserves that much, doesn't he? "You share with me, I share with you. Fair's fair, right?"

"Right." Ruggie says, audibly disappointed to your confusion. You have never seen him so... gloomy over the concept of someone owing him a favor. Especially one paid back in food. "You do that for everybody, yeah?"

"Yeah?" You say, pausing in your work for just a second to try and collect yourself. Up until a few seconds ago you had been under the impression that had been one of your better qualities.

"So like," he isn't looking at you and his ears are saggy, tugging at your heartstrings painfully though just a tiny part of you is starting to hope- "if Leona left no that doesn't make sense. If Jack left his lunch box here and it was empty would you buy him a snack?" You think for a second.

"Did he share his lunch with me?"

"Yes." Ruggie's looking at you again, like he has a bone to pick.

"Maybe." You don't really have to think about the answer, as much as you like returning the favor Jack would probably just be happy to find his lost item and leave it at that. "If we were hanging out and he wanted something from a vending machine I'd spot him."

"But you wouldn't go out of your way to get him something?" Ruggie's stopped working now, he's really staring at you almost like he is trying to sus you out as if he hasn't been friends with you for a while now. As if he doesn't know more of your secrets than anyone else.

"I-" for some reason what you want to say gets stuck on your throat, maybe it's because Ruggie leans across the couch to get a bit closer to your face. Maybe it's because you are suddenly a lot more aware of what your little actions might have meant to him as your previous conversations play over in your mind "no. You're the only person I've really gone out of my way to get food for. Well except for maybe Grim but he doesn't really count..." You both let out sharp breaths, your eyes fall down to your work, hands going back to the task out of habit and desire to distract yourself.

shishishishi

Ruggie is silent and back in his perch across from you once your head snaps up to look at him. His small grin is intoxicating, his tail is swishing in pride like he's just won a great victory in some war you had no idea he was fighting. It is a smug look, too smug for someone who just put you through a few days of mental torture.

Maybe you'll make him some food next time, you'll see who is smug after that.

[it-happened-one-fic]

The Strange Case of Doctor Jade and Mr. Floyd (Part 1) - Jade

Author Notes: Tis October, so here is a Halloween-themed fic! I read a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde inspired fic with Jade and Floyd quite some time ago (I'm pretty sure it was Azul x reader actually) but I can no longer find it, so I'm afraid I can't link it and I can't remember the author or the fic name either (such is my memory). But anyway, I wanted to try doing my own spin on the idea and, fear not, mine ended up wildly different from the one I read. And I won't lie, I kind of wanted to make this series longer, but I cut myself off at 4 chapters because (a) that's how many Fridays there are in October and (b) I didn't know where to take this series. Reader is gender-neutral and I hope you all enjoy!

Type: Gender neutral reader/ sfw/ sort of fluff/ romance implied/ platonic relationship/ kind of mafia AU/ some drama/ intrigue??

[Part One: You're Here!], [Part Two], [Part 3], [Part 4]

Word count: 2523

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood

I looked up, immediately smiling as the door opened and in strolled Jade. An ever polite smile on his seemingly flawless face as he looked over at me with practiced gentility, “Good morning, Y/n.”

I nodded at him, reaching down under my desk to grab the package Azul had left for him just moments earlier, “Good morning, Dr. Jade. Mr. Carews called and requested that you call him back, and Mr. Ashengrotto just came by and left a package for you.”

Jade let out a hum as he eyed the small package, a slight frown appearing on his face at the mention of the first man before his two-toned gaze flickered up to meet mine. Amusement flickering in his mismatched eyes as he tilted his head, the motion causing the singularly long, dark grey strand of his otherwise short turquoise hair to swing wildly, “Did Azul say anything?”

I shook my head, as I sifted through a pile of papers. All appointments, letters, and general paperwork, “No, he and I chatted for a while, but he didn’t leave a message for you. Why? Are you expecting something from him?”

I paused to glance questioningly up at the doctor, who shook his head. An amused smile spreading across his face as he rested one gloved hand against his chin, “No, but it is as I feared. You have quite charmed my work partner.”

I snorted at his teasing, shaking my head slightly, “Hardly. He was just being polite.”

Jade hummed, straightening as he balanced the package in one hand easily, “I sincerely doubt that, my dear. I do fear he might soon come to steal you away.”

I rolled my eyes, mething his gaze once more, “Azul has no need of a receptionist, so I doubt there is any real fear of that.”

Jade let out a quiet chuckle as I held out a slender sheet of paper, “Here, this is Mr. Carews’s number. He sounded very upset when he called, so I imagine he’ll want to schedule an appointment.”

He quietly eyed the paper before accepting, “Yes, I suppose he will, considering everything that’s going on.”

I frowned at his words, perfectly used to Jade’s occasionally ominous statements by now, but I tilted my head at him nonetheless as I gave way to my own wary curiosity, “Are you talking about that new criminal that supposedly looks exactly like you? ‘Mr. Floyd,’ was it?”

Jade’s characteristically discreet smile split into a grin. One that displayed his pointed teeth that he always kept hidden behind close-lipped smiles whenever any patients were nearby, and in many ways I genuinely believed that the first time I’d seen it had been entirely accidental on his part. But at this point I also honestly suspected that Jade only smiled like that when he was truly, and perhaps villainously, amused. 

His voice was filled with humor, as evidenced by his slight chuckle as he spoke, “Ah, yes, that fellow. So you’ve heard of him too?”

I blinked slightly at his words before smiling in slight disbelief and shaking my head, “Hasn’t everyone? It seems like everyone’s talking about him. People on the streets, patients in your waiting room, the newspapers….”

I trailed off amusedly as Jade tilted his head at me, his eyes flashing with a far-too-clever glimmer, “And what do you think of this ‘Mr. Floyd’?”

I felt my eyebrows raise at Jade’s question. But, in all fairness, I suppose it only made sense for him to be at least slightly curious about the criminal that everyone had been likening him to.

Though, knowing Jade, I doubted that any of the gossip actually bothered him. In fact, Jade would be more likely to find their gossip rather amusing.

“Well, I suppose he may have a passing resemblance to you based on what people say, but it can’t be anything too awfully close. After all, neither the practice nor your reputation have been hurt by any of the rumors,” I finally answered. Lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug before I frowned slightly, “Beyond that, I haven’t heard much about him. No one actually talks about anything he’s done. Just that he supposedly looks like you and apparently can’t be caught.”

Jade blinked at my words, his eyes widening in an almost comedic fashion before a slow smile crept across his face as his gaze shifted back to something more amused, “Yes, I suppose there isn’t much information about him, is there?”

He paused, tilting his head slightly before finishing in an oddly pleased manner that had me frowning slightly, “I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see how things pan out, won’t we?”

I was almost tempted to question as he turned to go but I stayed silent. Instead, watching as he walked off with his package, as I idly considered his words before tilting my head with a slight frown.

Because it was odd, now that I considered it. The way Azul kept sending mysterious little packages so cryptically.

The rest of the day rolled by uneventfully, though, with patients coming and going. Ever-thrilled to be seeing that the esteemed Dr. Jade. Though how Jade kept up the ‘esteemed’ part of his reputation was beyond me.

It was true that he was the perfect image of a gentleman and was by far a good employer whom I got along well with. But it was also true that it hadn’t taken me very long after getting hired as his receptionist to figure out that there was far more to him than just his good looks, intelligence, and faux-polite smile.

If nothing else, Jade was a master of manipulation, and he could be beyond slippery at times. And then there was the way he’d emerged from his office with a distinctly smug expression to tell me that Mr. Carews did indeed want an appointment and for me to be sure to schedule plenty of time.

And that was, of course, in and of itself perfectly innocent. Jade was a well-respected doctor after all. If Mr. Carews needed an appointment, even a long one, that wasn’t really very strange. 

But the way Jade’s pleasure had seemed all too villainous was odd and had me shaking my head with a frown even as I was walking down the street on my way home.

It wasn’t the first time I’d questioned Jade’s flawless reputation, though.

I might have bought into it at the start, when I’d applied for the job of his receptionist, but I didn’t now. 

But I also had no idea why he seemed so perfectly villainous sometimes, and the fact that I got along with him so well despite my occasional concerns had me questioning my own sense.

Jade had appeared out of nowhere, with similar timing to Azul’s appearance in town. Both reasonably well-respected from the start, and by now they’d built up quite the reputations as well as quite a bit of money.

Jade, as a supposedly moral character who helped the sick and ailing with all sorts of problems, and Azul, as a businessman who could help most anyone find what they needed.

The two of them had already been friends when they’d both shown up within days of one another and set up their businesses with the implicit understanding that they worked together.

Both of them were a bit of a mystery, and both of them were men I’d ended up working with and getting along with rather well. But all of it was still odd enough to make me sometimes question their sudden appearance and the way Jade seemed to always know stuff about people.

After all, that was why he was regarded as so good at his job. The sheer amount of information he had about what troubled individuals. 

I paused mid-step as something caught my eye through my peripheral vision, causing me to turn and look down a darkened, trash-filled street before my eyes widened in recognition.

Because there, of all people, sat Jade himself with a hand pressed to his now bloodied right arm, even though he’d only left the office shortly before I had.

My mind swirled with questions about how he’d gotten hurt, what exactly had happened, and what on earth was doing here when his house was in the exact opposite direction. But none of those thoughts slowed me down as I darted across the street. Heedless of others passing by.

I all but dropped to the ground beside him, my hand reaching out to try and shove his hand out of the way so I could get a better look at his injury as words flew from my mouth in a garbled mix of distress and genuine concern, “What happened to you?!! We need to get you some help! I’ll call the hospital and-”

He jerked back at my sudden appearance, staring at me with wide eyes, and I felt myself go still as my words came to an abrupt halt as I stared back at this young man who was so familiar but also wholly foreign to me.

A yellow right eye and an olive left one, both of which were slightly drooped at the edges, giving him an almost gentle appearance. But Jade’s eyes were sharper and more upturned at the edges, with his right eye being olive and the left being yellow.

And then there was the hair. The same shade of turquoise, but where Jade had his longer stand of dark grey hair that framed the left side of his face, this man’s longer strand hung on the right side of his face.

He was a perfect mirror image of my employer, but the simple fact of the matter was that this man was not Jade. And suddenly all I could think was the rumors of the very criminal Jade had questioned me about just today.

Mr. Floyd. The criminal that no one could catch, who looked uncannily like Jade.

I swallowed thickly as he blinked back at me, his expression slowly shifting to surprise to something more intelligent that had me both mentally and physically retreating.

I slowly let go of his hand, pulling back as I let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry… I must have gotten the wrong person….”

I trailed off as I hurriedly backtracked, about to stand and scurry away only for him to catch my hand in his, which I noticed all too late was also different from Jade’s. 

I froze at his sudden touch as I stared at where his hand now held mine captive before my gaze darted back up to his face.

If he was bothered by my sudden wariness, he didn’t show it as he stared back at me and clearly identified me despite the fact I’d never met him, “You work for Jade.”

In no way were his words a question. They were a statement. Like he knew it for a fact, and I felt myself nod even as I scrambled to figure out what I needed to do now.

I had no idea what sort of crimes this man had committed or anything about him. And even if I had paid more attention to the gossip about him, I still wouldn’t know anything. 

“Dr. Jade? Yes, I- I’m his receptionist,” And I only faltered slightly as I responded to him. Feeling both very much out of my depth.

He stared back at me, his expression oddly, before a sharp-toothed grin crossed his face that had my eyes widening as his grip on my hand tightened slightly, “I guess I’d better get you back home then? Hm~ It’d be a shame for something to happen to the respected doctor’s receptionist.”

I blinked at his lilted words. My confusion only increasing as my wariness remained. I didn’t know if he was being patronizing towards the fact Jade was well-respected due to something akin to jealousy or if it was something else entirely. But either way, I wanted to get away from him, and I certainly didn’t want ‘Mr. Floyd’ anywhere near my home.

I might not know what crimes he had supposedly committed, but I definitely wasn’t going to take any chances.

I pasted a nervous smile onto my face and pulled my arm back towards me, my motions doing nothing to break his grip as I shook my head, “Oh no. Thank you, but I’ll be fine going home on my own.”

He stared at me, almost like he was surprised by my words before he let out a harsh sounding laugh, “Nah, there are a lot of criminals out and about right now. A lil shrimpy like you might get in a world of trouble on your own.”

And just like that, he shot down my polite refusal as he stood, hauling me to my feet with him as he turned and took off down the street. All but dragging me along behind him as I stumbled along, “I’ll getcha back home safe and sound, though. But-”

He paused, his long stride coming to a stop as he suddenly tugged on my arm, pulling me up alongside him so he could grin down at me. Sharp teeth perfectly on display as I swallowed thickly, bracing myself for whatever he was about to say.

“You gotta keep it a secret from your boss, ‘Kay~?” His tone was oddly sing-songy, and I felt myself distantly nod before I immediately frowned at myself. Because I wasn’t about to agree to letting this man walk me home. Even if he had caught me wholly off-guard.

But before I could hardly object, he took off down the street, somehow knowing the exact direction to head in as I stumbled after him. But after a moment, his long-legged pace slowed so that I could keep up as he glanced down at me.

“Jade’ll be mad if he finds out I walked you home, so this’ll be our secret~” I blinked at him in utter wary confusion as he held up one long finger to his mouth and winked at me.

Because was this man, bleeding though he was, really the criminal that everyone had been gossiping about? He certainly seemed…. Odd. But despite my initial panic, he hardly seemed as horrifying as the rumors made him sound.

He was, however, still suspicious.

I felt myself distantly nod even as I eyed him warily, “Right…. But how do you know the way to my house and that I work for Jade?”

If anything, his grin spread across his face, “I remembered it. You had to put your address on your paper when you applied to be his receptionist. Remember?”

If I could have frozen in place, I would’ve, but instead the man just kept pulling me along with him as he started humming. His jaunty tune wholly at odds with my chilled thoughts.

Because his words had one painfully obvious meaning. That he’d seen the paperwork for everyone who’d applied for my job. Which meant he definitely had some sort of connection to Jade.

It appeared there really was more to Jade than I’d realized, even despite my suspicions.

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DAN HENG didn't quite know what to expect when welt texted him about your situation. his own partner in an accident? he knew that he should have been persistent and gone with you and march 7th. he should have fought to go with you, he should have- he should have done a lot. after a few painstaking days of you being trapped in a comatose state within belobog's hospital with every visitation request denied, dan heng decided that he had more than regrets about this.

he spent his days and evenings restless, pacing his room with every thought rushing through his mind; would you survive? would you hate him? he figured you had every right to despise him. no amounts of time spent with his head in documentation, tracing over booklets of planets and history books regarding the aeons could ease his mind.

dan heng felt guilt, as if he only had himself to blame for standing there so quietly as you and march excitedly announced that you were going to belobog on behalf of himeko. march chimed in that you'd use it more as a shopping trip and whilst you laughed it off, dan heng silently wished he could go just to protect you. you were capable but he was anxious, losing you was the last thing he wanted.

this feeling would eat at him for as long as the doctors tending to you kept rejecting the astral express' visitation requests. he wanted to see you and now it felt as though he had to pay the price - another price... wasn't he paying enough already? his heart could rot from the amount of guilt he withheld inside of him, not daring to utter it to the older members of the crew. it could break his ribs, tear him open but he'd refuse to mention it.

miserable, dark grey clouds covered belobog's usual sunshine, painting the city in a dull appearance that could only match dan heng's numb emotions as the astral express crew navigated the streets of the city, finally on their way to see you. in march's bandaged hands - she'd taken the lesser of the injuries, coming back onboard the express with a few scrapes - was a beautifully wrapped bouquet of flowers, a bittersweet get-well-soon gift in light of the news that they'd receive along with their permission from the doctors; you had amnesia and they were still testing what you remembered from the accident.

he was nervous - no, he was far more than nervous. it showed on his face the moment they all solemnly shuffled into the tight hospital room, grimacing as they brushed against each other to gather around your bed. except there wasn't a form of excitement on your tired face but rather a look of confusion. welt cleared his throat first, eyes darting to look at dan heng's sudden loss of colour that drained from his face.

"they don't remember," he whispers to himself, as if no one else was around him. he takes a moment to lean back on the wall, "they don't remember me."

it takes welt's hand on dan heng's back to guide him out of the room shakily but nothing feels real anymore. all the memories, chaste kisses and moments where dan heng had done more than warm up to you in light of his past and previous life. you remembered none of it, not an ounce of the love he'd grown comfortable enough to give you, nothing.

dan heng's legs feel weak under him as his heart tears apart. perhaps this was a clean slate in terms of his regrets in protecting you, he could have done better and now he has a chance to wipe it all clear for you - you're not angry at him but he knows it's because you simply don't remember what happened.

he'll protect you better this time, more closely and not taking his eyes off of you. maybe one day, he'll tell you about the relationship the two of you shared; the kisses under the stars and the nights curled up together reading your own books. he would still love you. he'd always love you.

it felt like a fever dream when amber came to find KAEYA while he was on a commission for the knights. he hadn't been drinking on the job when the brunette arrived nor had he consumed any that morning... so how come she was spewing nonsense about you being seriously injured on a commission?

the cherry on the top? you didn't recognise a single person who'd visited you on bedrest. not jean, not barbara, not mika or lisa, not even noelle. and as your partner, kaeya was terrified by that prospect. you saw noelle and jean daily, always in cohorts with them - hell, you would see lisa sometimes more than you saw him, thanks to the busy nature of his rank.

if you didn't remember them without a sliver of recognition, would you remember him? he found it hard to breathe the whole way back to the city of mondstadt with a restless young brunette at his side and - begrudgingly, kaeya hadn't even invited him along - the owner of the dawn winery. diluc was equally as pained to hear of your accident from amber and who was he to not be there during possibly one of the most painful times of his brother's life? he'd done him wrong before, multiple times and perhaps he had tried to brush their brotherly relationship off but he was his brother, his found family. now, he needed him.

there was only so much dread that could consume kaeya's tall body. the peaceful sounds of mondstadt no longer soothed him on his walk to the city like it usually did after a commission, no. in fact, it was killing him. he wanted to hold your face in his hands, his breath fanning over your lips as he stares into your hands. he wanted to see that beautiful smile of yours again, the way you roll your eyes at his drinking antics.

what was he supposed to do if you had forgot about him too? amber says you'd taken heavy trauma to the head. amnesia... amnesia is what ruined his life this time? not family issues and abandonment, not a family death and the awful grip of guilt and anger... amnesia. memory loss. something that had so bitterly taken his beloved from him. you'd been the first person kaeya had truly warmed up to since he drifted away from diluc. the first person to see his true sides, to see his sheer raw emotions.

kaeya had had plenty of time to prepare for this endeavour on the way into the city, knowing the chances you'd forgotten him were plenty high with how you'd forgotten the other knights. yet to hear you utter the words "who are you?" with such an innocent look to your face, overridden by confusion, it shattered his heart. his lungs felt like he was suffocating and he almost wanted to choke out 'your partner' into the air but he doesn't.

instead, with the reassuring touch of diluc's calloused hand on his shoulder, kaeya forces a weak smile onto his face, sun kissed skin glowing in the golden light of the sunset that breaks through the open window in your room as he clears his throat to reintroduce himself to you, "i'm kaeya."

his voice cracks, a dead giveaway to those in attendance that he was struggling with the reality of this. because of you, he'd lacked to drink as much on the evenings but now... diluc was already preparing to drag his brother away from the taverns, muttering curses that drinking was not the right coping mechanism. he'd be at his brother's side even if the latter reeked of wine.

kaeya would love you all over again, he'd spend so much time with you it would be suffocating if only it meant you fell in love with him again. a second chance to right his wrongs, to kiss those lips again. you were his, he wasn't going to let you fall into the hands of anyone else. he'd fix this.

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hiii katy. i am officially obsessed with cowboy!hobie and i'm pretty sure i've read everything anyone has ever wrote about him at this point. so here i am asking for more. i have no thoughts - brain empty- but him using his lasso... so maybe? pretty please?

(hope you're having a magnificent day/night <3)

I'm glad you like cowboy! Hobie!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cowboy au, wild west au, cw suggestive, cw food mentions, cw blood and injury. FLUFF

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The smoke from the campfire signals life from just under the cliff edge facing the raging rapids. Pink and orange hues illuminate the vast dusty plains of the west, tumbleweeds pass by with the blowing winds; and the quiet prevails with no one else but Hobie, his trusted horse, and hopefully you waiting under the belching grey smoke.

He fixes his hat on top of his head, piercings glimmering as he smirks triumphantly. Your cat and mouse chase has finally come to an end, all the running and hiding comes to a close when he spots your seated form next to the campfire. The fiery embers illuminate your features, shadows dancing on your pretty face, eyes shining under the destructive fire.

“I was waiting for you.” You flick your eyes over to his form, lips curling into an amused smile. “Your meal's getting cold.”

Hobie chuckles under his breath, the reins under his gloved hand tightens in his hold. “What's for supper?” His horse huffs, hoof kicking dirt and dust.

“Rabbit, specially caught for you. And some beans to remind you of your old country.” You stand up, dusting your pants.

He sucks in his teeth, eyes glancing over to the river nearby. “I don't miss the old country that much.” When his green eyes return over to you, you're sitting on your horse, grinning from ear to ear. His hands slowly reach for his lasso.

“Oh I'm sure you miss something.” You send him a flirty wink. “Me perhaps? Don't pretend you don't like the chase, Hobie.” Your horse neighs in agreement.

He smiles, a ghost of amusement flickering from his jade eyes. “You've had me runnin’ after you for about four months now, love. Sorry for not playin’ along today, just a bit tired is all.” He clicks his tongue to make his horse step closer to yours. His hand wraps around his lasso on his belt.

“Oh poor bounty hunter.” You coo sweetly.

“You know what happens next. You have to come with me, love.”

You feign a tired sigh, your grin says otherwise. “If you tried your luck tonight we would've done just that. Well, after dinner of course, I'm a romantic, you see.”

“I would have said yes but your three grand bounty makes me think twice.” Hobie tamps down a laugh, heat prickling his cheeks. He has found that you've had that effect on him. “You know me, job comes first.”

“That's too bad. Maybe on our next date then!” Rearing your horse, you make her kick the boiling pot, spilling its hot contents and the heated coal all over the ground, startling his poor horse. You leave him in the dust once again.

Hobie bites his lower lip to stop an excited guffaw from escaping. He follows quickly, right after he briefly calms his startled horse.

Wind nips at his cheeks as he jumps over broken down trees, dodges rocks and cliffs, and soon after, he sees your form in the distance. With victory already in his grasp, he takes his lasso, swinging it expertly over his head. Calculating his throw, he aims, lasso flying over head.

“Wha–!” The rope cinches around your torso, wrapping you in its rough hemp, making you fall off your horse harshly on the dusty ground. “Fuck! That hurt, Hobie!” Head throbbing, you hear footsteps running frantically towards you. Instead of meeting with the end of a pistol, you feel his warm hands gently hold you. “Ow. Was that necessary? I thought we had something going on, cowboy.”

Hobie takes his gloves off to examine your bleeding forehead. There's a cut just above your brow, but other than that, you're alright. He sighs in relief, hands still carefully holding you in place. If not for his lasso around you, you'd think your handsome bounty hunter actually cares for you.

“Sure, I'm alright, Hobie, nothing to be worried about.” You sarcastically say, one eye closed as blood ebbs from your cut down to your eyelids. “I just hit my head, no biggie—!” The second you meet with his worried eyes, you clamp down. Hands suddenly clammy, mouth turning dry, and stomach doing somersaults, you haven't seen him this close to you. His eyes are greener than anything you've ever seen, pools of the greenest of clovers; and face chiseled to perfection. He looks wonderous in this light. And surprisingly, he looks like he actually cares. “Shit.” You say under your breath, flirty exterior crumbling around his boots. Your voice wakes Hobie up from his lovestruck gaze.

He clears his throat, palms now hovering above your arms. “You look alright.”

Light lines up with his head, an orange halo appears, bathing him in its glow. “I think I have a concussion.” You swallow down your sudden bashfulness.

His brows furrowed, hand tentatively reaching for your chin to carefully check you again. “Does your head hurt?” His voice is soft, and his hand is warm and softer than you thought despite his callouses. You think it all adds to the mystery of the famous bounty hunter right in front of you.

His touch alone almost made you want to surrender. Almost.

You flutter your lashes, “do all the men back in England look just as good as you?”

Hobie lets out a chuckle. A simple act that has the butterflies in your stomach fly wildly. “Just a handful of us.”

“I'm lucky then.”

Hobie squeezes your chin, for a moment, a comfortable silence hangs in the air. You could sit there forever and just look at him. He feels the same way with his fingers brushing along your bottom lip. The river behind continues to flow, water crashing loudly against the rocky river beds just a jump away from the cliff behind you.

Suddenly, his horse neighs behind him. Popping the bubble of affection around the two of you. Hobie clears his throat, and you look away, flustered. He takes his hand off your chin to help you off your feet wordlessly. Tying the lasso around you, he keeps his hands to himself, or tries to as you watch him with your eyes that are practically shaped like hearts. A trait that is unheard of from a feared outlaw like yourself.

“I have to bring you in.” He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

Arms bound to your sides, you tilt your head to meet with his downturned eyes. “D’you have to, hm, cowboy?”

Hobie straightens up, lifting your head up with his thumb pressing under your chin. He leans close, stealing the breath from your lungs. “I'm not a lawman. So I don't have to.”

You smile sweetly, “I hear a ‘but’ coming.”

Hobie chuckles deeply. “But three grand is enticin’.”

“More enticing than me?”

Hobie inhales sharply, as if he's trying to restrain himself. From doing what? You suppose you have to find out.

He makes a move to walk away to grab your horse, but you stop him with your hands grabbing at his belt buckle, fingers wrapped around the cold metal as you yank him closer to you. Your arms might be bound, but your hands remain free to your sides.

“Why don't you answer my question, cowboy?”

Hobie's eyes flick over to your hand, heart thudding loudly in his chest as he bracelets his fingers around your wrist. His thumb brushes along your pulse point, feeling your heart sync with his own.

“Because you'd love my answer to that, love. But my debts won't.”

Leaning close, you reach his lips with your own floating dangerously close above it. Briefly, you both stand there, indulging in each other's presence. Feeling like you two are the only people left in the whole world. A life with you flashes in the back of his mind. And your vision fills with only him.

With pursed lips, you slowly let go of his belt buckle. One finger at a time. “Okay then.”

Hobie feels like you've stolen his heart right there and then. Fitting well with an outlaw. Hell, he'd even let you keep it since your heart is in his grasp too.

“‘Okay?’”

You shrug, backing away. “Yeah, okay.”

“Just like that?” His fingers linger on your skin for a second. You're a mystery to him, a mystery he'd like to get to know better.

“Mm-hmm, just like that.”

Hobie blinks, shaking off his doubts. “Stay there.”

“Yep, staying right here, cowboy. Not going anywhere.”

With him walking off towards your horse to hitch it with his own, you waste no time to run off towards the edge of the cliff.

“Shit!” Hobie scrambles to get to you as you jump off. His fingers graze the ropes, and you even have the audacity to wink at him as you plunge down towards the cold water. He yells after you, watching the water with his quickening heartbeat, waiting for you to resurface. “Fuck!” Starting to take off his hat and jacket, he prepares to jump after you. “Hold on!”

Before he could dive, he sees you waving at him as the currents carry you downstream. He sighs in relief, muscles relaxing, chuckling to himself.

“See you later, cowboy!” You yell at him, floating down like you're having the time of your life. Blowing a kiss at him, your eyes stayed on him whilst he watched you go until he's barely a dot in your vision.

He hears your horse gallop away, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. His horse nudges him with his snout, huffing and puffing at him. You've won once again.

“See you later, love.”

[agaypanic]

I saw that you were interested in lab rats requests, and I'm obsessed with that show and have like a billion thoughts in my head so can i request a chase davenport x reader, where the reader is perry's niece and shes kind of a grey character. Like she's mean to everyone who deserves it, especially those who are mean to Chase, which is honestly a lot of people. Similar to Jade from victorious but less intense lol. One day she just goes off and Chase is just so into it.

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A/N: fun fact, i know jade from clips on tiktok, but ive actually never really seen victorious aside from one episode that my ex made me watch years ago that i barely paid attention to lol

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He’s a bit scared of you at first

He thinks you’ll be like your aunt, who’s a bit of a nightmare

But he’s quickly proven wrong when you’re left alone

“You! Dorky twerp!” Principal Perry pointed at Chase and his siblings, and they all looked at her confused.

“Think that means you, bud,” Adam said, pushing Chase towards the woman before running off, Bree and Leo hot on his heels. Chase hesitantly closed the distance between him and Perry.

“Yes, Principal Perry?”

“Meet my niece, Y/n.” It was then that he noticed you, standing beside your aunt. You wore a bored expression. “She’s new here, moved in with me because her parents are fighting for custody, and the judge thinks they’re both incompetent.”

“Aunt Terry…” You groaned, wishing she didn’t always feel the need to share such personal and unnecessary information.

“Anyways, I want you to show her to her classes.” Perry leaned in close to Chase, glaring at him. “Make a move on her, and you’re dead meat, Daven-dork.”

You and Chase watched her walk away, somewhat mortified. Then you looked at each other in an awkward silence. You were the first to speak.

“Sorry about her…” You laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. “What’s your name?”

“Chase.” He responded, a bit taken aback. If he was being honest, he thought that there was something in Perry’s DNA that made her the crabby, mean woman she was. So it would’ve made sense if everyone related to her was similar. “Chase Davenport.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile, holding your hand out for him to shake. He smiled back as he shook your hand. 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

You quickly become inseparable, much to your aunt’s chagrin

You’re a lot nicer than her, which surprises everyone

But that doesn’t mean you’re never mean

Luckily, it’s only to people who deserve it

Trent was quick to become a pain in your ass. Not directly to you; he was too scared of Perry’s wrath. But the way he treated Chase and his siblings pissed you off. Chase told you not to worry about it, that he was used to it, but you weren’t having it.

“Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you should be, Chase.” You say as he told you for the tenth time today to forget about Trent and his behavior.

“Aw, it’s cute that you care,” Chase said, laughing when you jokingly pushed him and told him to be quiet. But then he got pushed again, only this time much rougher.

“This kid bothering you, Y/n?” Trent asked with a flirty grin, getting close. You rolled your eyes, pushing past him to get back to Chase.

“No, but someone else is.” You say with a deadpan tone, staring intensely at Trent. He looked around the hall.

“Who?”

“Jesus.” You muttered, you and Chase snickering to each other as you walked away.

Sometimes, your anger gets the best of you

Like when Chase’s bullies start to get a bit physical

You fight back more than he does

After what felt like forever, you got out of your last class of the day and went to the main hall to wait for Chase. He was often waiting for you by his locker, ready to walk you home.

But today, he wasn’t the only person at his locker. A few guys from the football team surrounded him, pushing him whenever he tried to move away.

“Fellas, come on.” He laughed nervously. 

“Shut up, nerd!”

“Hey!” You shouted from across the hall, effectively grabbing all of the boys’ attention. You stomped over to them. “Leave him alone.”

The jocks all turned to surround you, looking amused.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” One of them asked, leaning close to you. “You know, I’m not afraid to hit a girl.”

“I’m not either.” You responded before stomping on his foot and punching him in the stomach. He yelped in pain, and his friends backed away. You grabbed the boy by the ear, making him wince. “Considering football is probably the only thing you and your friends are good at, I suggest you apologize and get the hell out of here. Unless you wanna try to play with some broken fingers?”

The jock immediately shook his head, the others doing the same.

“I’m sorry.” He squeaked.

“I’m not the one you should be saying that to.” You let go of his ear and pushed him towards Chase. Chase stepped aside, watching the football player run into the lockers from the force of your shoving. 

“Sorry…” He said to Chase before looking at his friends and running away with them. The apology didn’t seem too genuine, sounding more scared than anything else. But it was a start.

“You okay?” You asked, looking Chase up and down for any possible damage. He stared at you in slight shock, slowly nodding. You smiled and held your hand out. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Chase swiftly grabbed your hand, walking out of the school with you.

“That was hot.” The short but serious sentence made you laugh.

[the-mortuary-witch]

PLANETARY MAGICK

SUN

Zodiac: Leo

Metal: gold

Day: Sunday

Colours: orange, yellow, and amber

Stones: amber, topaz, ruby, and diamond

Tarot: The Sun 

Herbs: angelica, poppy, sunflower, marigold, hibiscus, and mistletoe

Symbols: lion, hexagram, sparrow hawk, dragon, head, heart, and swan

Influences: renown, potency, fortune, tyranny, pride, ambition, masculinity, arrogance, bigotry, vitality, and health

MOON

Zodiac: Cancer

Metal: sliver

Day: Monday

Colours: blue and sliver

Stones: moonstone and pearl

Tarot: The High Priestess and The Chariot

Herbs: eucalyptus, coconut, jasmine, lotus, myrrh, and sandalwood

Symbols: bow and arrow, crab, cat, turtle, Sphinx, and owl

Influences: gratitude, friendliness, safe, travel, physical health, wealth, protection for enemies, deception, illusion, women, emotions, healing, and dreams. 

MERCURY

Zodiacs: Virgo and Gemini

Metal: aluminum and mercury

Day: Wednesday

Colours: violet, grey, purple, indigo, and yellow

Stones: opal and agate

Tarot: The Lovers 

Herbs: hyssop, juniper, betony, carrot, and chickweed

Symbols: wand, octagram, and the mind

Influences: good fortune, gratitude, gain, memory, understanding, divination, dreams, forgetfulness, communication, business, cleverness, creativity, information, intellect, memory, perception, science, wisdom, gambling, writing, root of dishonesty, and deception

VENUS

Zodiacs: Taurus and Libra

Metal: copper

Day: Friday

Colours: green and pink

Stones: turquoise, emerald, sapphire, and jade

Tarot: The Empress 

Herbs: jimsonweed, violet, rose, alder, apple, angelica, olive, and sesame

Symbols: sparrow, dove, swan, and pentagram

Influences: peace, agreements, cooperation, fertility, joy, love, good fortune, jealousy, strife, and promiscuity

MARS

Zodiacs: Aries and Scorpio

Metal: iron, red brass, and steel

Day: Tuesday

Colour: red

Stones: ruby, garnet, bloodstone, and diamond

Tarot: The Tower 

Herbs: ginger and mustard

Symbols: sword, pentagram, horse, bear, wolf, and vulture

Influences: war, victory, judgements, submission of enemies, bleeding, stripping one of rank, harness, discord, conflict, aggression, lust, power, courage, goals, protection, motivation, ambition, and strength

JUPITER

Zodiacs: Pisces and Sagittarius

Metal: tin

Day: Thursday 

Colour: blue

Stone: sapphire

Tarot: The Wheel of Fortune 

Herbs: balm, hyssop, maple leaf and bark, oak, sage, and dandelion root

Symbols: eagle and dolphin

Influences: gains, riches, favour, peace, cooperation, appeasing enemies, and dissolving

SATURN

Zodiac: Capricorn

Metal: lead

Day: Saturday

Colour: black

Stone: onyx

Tarot: The World

Herbs: alder, apple, ash, asparagus, baneberry, belladonna, distort, hellebore, blackthorn, corm, and cypress

Symbols: cuttlefish and mole

Influences: safety, power, success, positive response to requests, intellect, causes discord, strips honour, and melancholy

URANUS

Zodiac: Aquarius

Day: Thursday

Colours: blue-green and electric blue

Stones: quartz, labradorite, blue topaz, amber, amethyst, garnet, and diamond

Tarot: The Fool

Herbs: clover, pokeweed, snowdrop, foxglove, love, rosemary, trees of heaven, hellebore, morning glory, sage, wintergreen, orchids, and sweet woodruff

Symbols: dragonfly and butterfly

Influences: breaking connection, sudden and unexpected change, freedom, originality, radical and revolutionary ideas, enlightenment, equality, individuality, rebellion, instability, loneliness, boredom, and mistrust of self

NEPTUNE

Zodiac: Pisces

Day: Friday

Minerals: coral, aquamarine, platinum, and neptunium

Colours: green, blue, and lavender

Tarot: The Hanged Man 

Herbs: morning glory, night-blooming jasmine, pine, and water lily

Symbols: the sea, trident, and the spine

Influences: dissolving boundaries, expanding upon ideas, changing established rules, intuition, idealism, sacrifice, glamour, illusion, evolution, decay, visions, art, healing, inspiration, dreams, creativity, compassion, drifting from reality, carelessness, stubbornness, and absent mind

PLUTO

Zodiac: Scorpio

Metal: plutonium, tin chrome, and steel

Day: Tuesday

Colours: maroon, dark red, purple, white, and black

Stones: snowflake obsidian and clack tourmaline

Tarot: Judgement

Herbs: pomegranate, rosemary, vanilla, basil, poppies, belladonna, and foxglove

Symbols: phoenix, snake, scorpion, fox, and eagle

Influences: destruction making way for renewal, rebirth, knowledge, spirituality, transformation, destiny, the subconscious, desire, arrogance, death, obsession, and destruction

[luveline]

jade!!!! i’m sure you get this a lot but i would die for some hurt/comfort in the steve zombie au universe 🫠🫠🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

hi!! ty for requesting ♡ steve zombie!au (pre-college / mutual pining). fem!reader, 1k

cw violence

Steve swears the chills come before you've even drawn breath to scream. His name, at the very top of your lungs and sharpened into a knifepoint, "Steve! Steve!" 

He drops the lockbox he'd been inspecting without thinking and stands from his squat, setting off at an all out sprint in the direction he thinks you came from. Your third scream cements your location, as does the sound of a scuffle, your pained shouting down the stairs and hiding behind the countertops. 

People are animals, and you're far more vulnerable to a living person than a dead one. There's a tearing sound, fabric stretched until it snaps. Steve thinks the worst. A greasy guy pinning you to the floor, a gun to the soft curve of your neck.  

Steve shouts your name. "Where are you?" he shouts, his throat burning raw. 

"Get off of me!" 

"Stupid bitch." It's a girl's voice, crystalline. "I'll gut you throat to cunt."  

Holy fuck, Steve thinks. Holy fucking fuck. He trips over an overturned postcard stand and slams into the counter, over it, into the room behind it. You have your hand wrapped around your backpack strap, a month's worth of provisions being yanked on by a girl with a knife in her hands. You're both grunting in exertion, the girl's leg slamming up into yours. You take the beating, throwing your hand into her face with a clout.

"Get the fuck off of her!" Steve shouts, barrelling for the stranger. 

The knife presses to your throat. No holds barred. 

"Y/N, let it go!" Steve shouts, a quick command. He'd rather lose the bag than you. A million times over.

You drop your hold on the bag. The girl flinches back, the curve of her knife leaving a dribble of blood behind, startling red that seeps unsympathetic into the grey of your t-shirt. 

She rattles out past fallen bottles, that ever present crunch of glass under her feet like compressed snow. Steve is torn. Two seconds of indecision. Should he follow her? 

He didn't get a clear look at what she did to your neck. He chooses you, he should've chosen you the second he saw blood, but a month of food is a lot. You might die without it. 

"Shit," he hisses, leaping forward to assess your cut. It's dark but not pitch, the line of your cut shining from the very last reflections of sunlight. "How badly does it hurt?" he asks, quickly dropping his bag down the length of his arm. He almost splits the zipper, digging for a clean scrap of cloth. He settles for his last t-shirt, shaking it out before bringing it to your neck.

"The food. The food, Steve, you have to go get it." 

Steve shrugs. He honestly can't think about it right now. He'll explode. "How am I supposed to get it back? We don't have anything to fight with. You have your pen knife, I have a kids baseball bat and a hand crank torch." He frowns and pulls away the cotton. Your cut oozes. He dabs it dry. It oozes more, but there's no white line of dermis peeking through. "I could shove it down her fucking throat." 

You wince. 

"Sorry," he says, though if he's apologising for hurting you or saying something vile, he's unsure. 

"I'm so fucking sorry," you say back, ignoring him. "I'm sorry, Steve, I'm so sorry." Your throat moves under his hand cupping the cloth there. "We're fucked and it's all my fault." 

He can't speak. He doesn't refute your claim, though you're wrong, your words striking a chord deep in the most terrified parts of him. Sometimes, Steve feels that crushing panic of childhood, the feeling of hiding under your bed with a little heart pulsing double time between sore ribs. You're fucked. 

You're a strong girl, but it doesn't take much of Steve's silence for you to start crying. You sniffle and tremble and try to do neither, gently shaking hands reaching for his elbow. "I'm sorry. I'll figure it out." 

Steve moves his fingers along the curve of your neck, lying to himself about what the touch means.

A tear drips down your cheek. He doesn't kid himself into thinking they're purely for him. You're shit scared, you're always hurting, and a minute ago someone was holding a knife to your throat threatening to split you open. He doesn't know if someone's coming back to finish you both off. He needs to do two things at once. 

"Let's find somewhere to sleep for the night." 

"I'm sorry," you say. His throat aches in sympathy. 

"She almost killed you. The last thing I want is for you to die over a couple of cans of tuna and arugula." He taps your jaw with his index finger. "Seriously." 

"I'm fucking useless." 

"Hey, hey." He cups your cheek. "Don't say that shit. Why would you think that? Would you think I was useless, if it happened to me?" 

Your ashamed look breaks his heart. He's in fucking deep shit with you. Lately, it's been getting worse. You break a nail and he thinks about stitching it back on. 

"You're not useless. I don't wanna hear you say that. Okay?" he says sternly. 

"Sorry," you mumble. 

"I'm not sorry. I'll take losing a bag of food over losing you any day." He doesn't give you time to understand what he's said. "Come on. Hold this to your neck. We need to go before she comes back." 

Steve wishes he could say he lets you hold his hand on the walk back to your latest temporary lodgings, but it's more like he takes yours and won't give it back, using the little trembling of your fingers to assess how upset you are. Squeezing when it gets bad. 

[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Female Reader ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Author’s Note: Even though we are in shambles right now, I’ve decided to write another drabble request. Dammit, Paul! - V. 💔 @miss-kuki-nz @tyneshaaa @bloodlinemadness 🏷

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2025

Casting harsh lights over this large space, modern legend Roman Reigns clutched both ends of one venue’s bathroom sink.

For the first time in quite a while, his resolve nearly shut down. Sullen eyes kept watching this mirror as Reigns failed to process what the hell just happened in his ring.

Out of nowhere, the beloved Wiseman Paul Heyman shattered every bit of loyalty and joined his coveted rival CM Punk.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Before Reigns even thought of punching this glass mirror, knocking calmed down his myriad of emotions.

“Roman?” Once cameras stopped turning for the big-time episode, your voice picked up from that hallway this evening.

“Baby….shit! I mean, Yes, Ma’am?” Stroking the greys of his well-known beard, Roman slipped one nickname, but cleared his throat while facing hidden vulnerability.

His unknown crush on you swarmed butterflies all over again.

“Is everything all right in there? We need to go.” You offered his next move as this building would close services for the night.

“I’m okay here. Thank you.” The strong yet deep tone of his Southern accent nearly wavers, but Roman knew so much better tonight. “I’ll be right out.”

“That’s good. Take it easy.” Your words bring comfort, however fleeting.

_______

When Reigns finally pulled himself together and exited the bathroom, security lined up for another departure, but you stood nowhere to be found.

“Ready to go, Boss?” One of the guards nearly smiled despite the previous moment found on live television.

“Where’s…” Quietly thinking of you, Roman planned to question your whereabouts until infectious laughter woke up the hallway.

Standing with Jade Cardgill and even Roman’s sister-in-law Naomi, this trio definitely plotted something after knocking out this insane broadcast. Even one of the backstage reporters messed with her phone.

Just before that security team moved Roman away from this path, he caught the movement of your frowning lips:

“I’m sorry.”

[witchthewriter]

I feel A LOT BETTER! I've got some things I'm working on. I'm sorry I was gone for so long, Covid really kicked my ass. But thank you for all the pet pics - they brightened my snotty days 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

I did miss out on christmas though so I am a tad bummed about that. But anyway, anyway.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑:

hotd dragon preferece: ✧₊⁺ how they react to their bonded rider being injured | finished! (pt 1) ✧₊⁺ how they react to their bonded rider being injured (pt 2) | Finished! ✧₊⁺ how the dragons change when they have certain riders ✧₊⁺ how they react to their rider's husband/wife ✧₊⁺ which dragons would the HP Golden Trio would claim?

from preference: one bed trope | finished!

being married to daryl dixon would include | finished!

more jade herrera headcanons ✧₊⁺ spending the night together finished! ✧₊⁺ comforting jade as he talks about tobey

more headcanons of the hotd dragonshifters being reader's mate. not necessarily in this order. ✧₊⁺ Grey Ghost ✧₊⁺ Drogon ✧₊⁺ Rhaegal ✧₊⁺ Viserion ✧₊⁺ Vermithor ✧₊⁺ Seasmoke ✧₊⁺ Sunfyre FEMALE DRAGONS: ✧₊⁺ Meraxes ✧₊⁺ Vhagar ✧₊⁺ Silverwing ✧₊⁺ Dreamfyre ✧₊⁺ Meleys ✧₊⁺ Syrax

I love requests, please send them in!