#l'hôtel.ikevil

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Jude took the braincell, Kate's not allowed to borrow it today

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sir, did i ask for a callout post or an otoge? pls

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Mean Kiss

Characters: Jude Jazza x reader/mc

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff (if you squint)

Rating: pg13 (?)

Length: ~400 words

Warnings: mentions of violence (not active), mentions of blood/injury, jude being jude, established relationship (and bickering), brief name-calling from both sides (re: bickering) + the usual ikevil crimes (as per queen's orders)

💜 Full credit goes to @natimiles for the images! 💜

After returning to our side of palace, Jude rambles on about how I could've gotten killed, about how I'd carelessly been kidnapped, and all the dangers I'd put myself in this past mission. You'd think we were married, the way he's scolding me.

As he comes closer, all up in my face, cigarette dangling on his lips, I grin smugly, further irritating him.

"The hell ya makin' that face for, princess?" Jude sneers.

"You talk too much," I retort.

"Oughta have yer ass pay me back for all 'a this. Tch, so annoying," he groans, running a hand through his hair as he takes another drag, exhaling as he tries to calm himself down.

"Hey Jude?" I start.

"What?" He asks, an edge to his voice as he comes closer again, amethyst eyes inspecting my body for any further damage. "Speak up, I can't hear you," he teases, done with his ogling.

"Would you just shut the fuck up-"

"Listen here you little-"

"-and kiss me already?"

"Hah?" Jude's eyes widen, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes then narrow, looking at me smugly. "Always knew you were a little harlot."

"Only for you, Jude." I grin, legs dangling off the corner of the infirmary table, hands slowly letting go of their grip on it. "Now are you gonna kiss me or not?"

"Why should I?" Jude retorts, but still moves in closer anyway.

"You gonna make me actually have to pay you or something? So stingy."

"Princess," he warns.

"Jude."

"Masochist."

"Sadist."

Jude laughs, leaning in with an expression so minutely different, you'd have to squint to see the way it softens when he looks at me. But I can tell, I can always tell.

"Damn right I am. An' don't you forget it."

He pulls me close into a brusing kiss at last, tasting like the cigarette that had just been on his lips, and the dried blood still on mine. Just as bitter as our cursed love will always be, even amid the sweeter moments. But I wouldn't have it any other way, even when the time comes when we're inevitably dragged to hell together.

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two lines I am absolutely going to quote now

can we pls talk about "I don't give a fig" tho??

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Respectfully...... what teeth? 😭

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Ikevil characters as cat memes🐈

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William:

Harrison:

Liam:

Elbert:

Alfons:

Roger:

Jude:

Ellis:

Victor:

Kate:

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Jude Jazza x cursed!MC

this is a preview for an upcoming fic I'm working on! consider this like the prologue for rn ig? pg13 for swearing, violence (eventual fic is rated M). full fic/parts coming soon?? mdni!!

full credit goes to @natimiles for the images! 💜

In which the one with the curse of the thirteenth fairy and the curse of the sea witch embark on a dangerous mission, tempting their fates with the even more dangerously thin line between love and hate.

tw's: violence, mc and jude have a little too much in common, rivals/enemies to lovers, probably not the healthiest relationship (wbk), + the usual ikevil crimes

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jude examines me as I enter his office, displeasure clear as day on his features at my arrival. Leaning back in his chair, he takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling as if to tolerate my presence. "If you're looking to strike a deal, ya better make it worth my damn time."

"Oi, I'm just here to collect for that favor you owe me from last time. Don't go getting cocky, fairy man." I rub at my neck, jawline set and vein nearly visible above my brow. I lean across his desk and steal the cigarette from between his fingers, relishing in his scowl as I mimic his earlier motions.

The smirk on his face fades at my comment about him being a “fairy”, clearly not enjoying the new nickname. He glares darkly as a vein in his neck protrudes, infuriated by my audacity.

“Watch it. Call me that again and I'll show you just how much of a ‘fairy’ I am,” he says, voice dripping with venom. “I could snap your spine, or anyone else's for that matter, in two. Just like that.” At this, he snaps his fingers for emphasis.

"It's literally your fuckin' curse, but go off, I guess," I mutter, staring at the wall incredulously. As Jude suffers from the curse of the Thirteenth Fairy, I suffer from the curse of the Sea Witch. My power allows for control over water and my curse makes me covet things not already in my possession, making contracts to try and win those things over from others. Hence why Jude and I are bitter rivals, as the resident businessfolk of the motley Crown crew.

"Touchy subject, jeez. Alright," I huff, turning to head out. "I'll be back in two days' time to collect both you and Ellis for the official mission and send word if we find any location leads before then."

Jude listens with a scowl on his face, his jaw clenched tightly. If he didn't already have white hair, working with that sea such witch would've given him a whole new head of grays.

“Tch, I'll be waiting for your call, Mermaid.” He mutters lowly, clearly still seething.

With a smirk, I leave my parting words hanging in the air behind me. "Looking forward to finally knocking some sense into that bastard who's been evading us, though." And with that, the door shuts, leaving Jude alone in his office with his thoughts.

He leans back in his chair and kicks his feet back up onto his desk, putting his hands back behind his head and closes his eyes. Jude lights a fresh cigarette (one that blasted mermaid wannabe won't blatantly steal off his lips this time), and exhalales into the office, his only accompaniment in the darkness the tapping of his shoes and the smoke that remains thick in the air. Thick like the tension before a big mission; and a big mission they were about to embark on.

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Victor's route release gacha card voice lines

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Elbert - Bond Lvl. 9 (Love Tactics)

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isaac (ikevamp) meeting liam (ikevil)

- c. 2024 [colorized]

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Victor - Bond Lvl. 11 (About Freedom)

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Liam Evans - Fill Me Up With More Of You

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everywhere i go.......... i see his face.........

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Harrison Gray - Afterglow

• suggestive content (mdni!)

• drabble (wip for a harry smut i'm working on)

• harry × gn reader (in this part) + told in 2nd pov (?)

• mainly just about post-coital intimacy and sleepiness, but i felt like getting a lil poetic w/ it.. lol

> dividers from this post

Harrison’s breath gradually starts to slow as he begins his descent from the height of his climax, body still buzzing with pleasurable sensations. His heart thuds loudly against his chest, pressing light, soft kisses across the expanse your neck and shoulders, teeth grazing your skin as he nuzzles his face against it.

Leaning into Harrison’s ministrations as best you can, you aim to press a soft kiss to wherever you can reach, boneless from exhaustion. Was that his jaw? His cheek? Doesn't matter, you're too tired to think, blissed out and likely not walking for the next week.. or two. Hazy eyes look over at him, smile curling your lips higher as you meet his minty gaze, the butterflies in your chest taking flight.

A chuckle escapes Harry's kiss-swollen lips, his breath warm against your face as he eyes your form, and the number he's done on you this time. So much for just a quickie.. you both should've known better; once you get started, you won't stop until you're ready to pass out.

"You’re the best kind of ruined right now," Harrison purrs, his voice low and husky as he looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he eyes your sated form. His own body feels warm and languid, content as he lays by you, riding out your highs. Your own response is a slightly less loose grip of his hand, an unintelligible murmur neither of you will remember come morning anyway.

As you enjoy his quiet touches across your skin, you feel yourself dozing off, fighting the losing battle against sleep-heavy eyelids. Breath evening out slowly, it rhythmically hits Harrison's neck in gentle puffs. Harrison looks over at your body, looking like a marionette whose strungs have just been cut, sprawled across his chest in the beginnings of sleep.

Harry's lips curve up into a fond smile as he watches you asleep atop him, his arms wrapping around your limp body to cradle you against him lovingly. He presses a light kiss against your forehead, trying not to wake you (not that much could in this state); his fingers brushing softly against your skin, tracing invisible shapes against your back. The gentle kindness he usually showers you with unparalleled in the honesty that shows in his fondness when he thinks you aren't looking. For a brief moment, Harry thinks to himself that maybe the fox in this fairytale might be happy until its awaiting bitter end.. so long as he's got you by his side until then.

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sandwiches i'm craving right now:

ham and cheese

william & victor

hamburger

harrison & liam

blt

jude & ellis

grilled cheese

elbert & alphonse

philly cheese steak

roger & kate