#so Adrian bliss

[simplydm]

So as time goes on I’ve been slowly watching various Old Youtube YouTubers (old as in like Dan and Phil, tomska, etc) and I’ve recently figured out that this Some Guy that was in the background of a ton of vlogs is this youtuber/tiktok guy I’ve been puzzling over for like two years

[nico-di-genova]

Yall remember those rumors around Qatar time last year that Lawrence had sold AM shares or something like that? Did we ever like…get an update on that?

[mintmentos]

Finally making the most of working in London and booking loads of things!! I’m so excited

[starsofmilos]

Shadow (Logan Howlett x reader)

Synopsis: He was supposed to love her...Not you....

So I've decided to come back and I'm doing better than ever. I have also decided to no longer limit myself to just one character I love Adrian Chase but I'm gonna write what makes me happy. Send requests for Wolverine if you'd like!!!

Logan Howlett Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of sex, kissing, angst, fluff,scenting

Jean Grey...

The very name was more pretty than yours. She was everything you weren't.

You could never be her.

That's why you understood why Logan loved her. You craved that same gazing look he gave her. The way his eyes seemed to grow almost soft when he would stare at her.

The crinkles in the corner of his eyes when he would smile at her.

You could never be Jean Grey. Especially considering the fact that Logan couldn't even spare you a glance half the time.

You were a background person. A wallflower. Even before you developed your mutation, you had always just been average.

Ironically enough your mutation allowed you to control the vines and flowers.

You built a garden for the students to play in. It was your pride and Charles loved it. It's where you spent most your time, tending to it.

Jean loved books while you loved the mud.

It was another boring blissful day. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Another mission for the team. You went on them anytime you could. Your florals allowed you to heal wounds.

You always went as support. The only person never really needing it being Logan. Nothing you did ever really benefitted him it seemed.

Jumping a bit, you looked to your side seeing Logan. His eyes staring ahead. Jean and Scott had just gotten together making it known to everyone.

Logan hadn't seemed to care but you could see the longing in his eyes. How he wished it was him

Jean was leaning against. Him that she was kissing gently as she caressed his chest.

Not that you knew, but you were wrong.

Logan stared in longing, but not for Jean. He stared for the craving of being loved.

As you fiddled with your thumbs, he stared down at you. Wishing it could be you holding his arm. Kissing his cheek as he grumbled.

Logan knew he was a unworthy man, but he'd kill for the very touch of your lips against his cheek. For the idea that maybe you could love him in the way Jean loved Scott.

Anytime you believed he was staring at Jean, he hadn't been looking at her. He was looking at the you.

He was only looking at her wishing it would be you staring at him the way she stared at Scott.

Jean and him had a complicated relationship, but the way he felt for you surpassed anything he ever believed he felt for Jean.

You lit the room up.

He never even really liked flowers till he met you.

"Doll what's goin on in that mind of yours?" His smooth voice sounded out as he whispered in your ear.

You jumped in surprise hearing his voice. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about what new flowers I wanna add to the garden back at the manor."

Logan chuckled a bit. "Always thinkin about flowers huh? What kind were you thinking though?" He smirked lightly at you.

"Bleeding hearts." You grinned at him bashfully. It was hard not to feel anything when he would smile at you.

"Those sure are beautiful." He huffed a bit.

"You know what those are?" You teased a bit laughing as he glared at you.

"Course I do. I'm not an idiot all the time." Logan grumbled a bit puffing his cigar.

"I never said you were." You quickly reassured him. "Just not many people know plants."

"I learned for you." He whispered out.

Your smiled dropped as you looked at him in slight shock. That was unexpected.

"Did you really?" You whispered out now. Logan smirked at you ruffling your hair.

"So bleeding hearts for the garden?" He asked again changing the subject.

"Yeah..bleeding hearts." You repeated still staring at him dazed.

The mission went smoothly as usual. Logan always made sure any mission he went on for you did. He never wanted you overworked.

Jean smiled as you tended to her minor wounds. "Thank you." She smiled as you worked.

"You don't gotta thank me. I'm just happy I could be of some use." You chuckled a bit.

Jean shook her head, "You shouldn't do that. Don't talk down on your self like that."

"I can't help it." You tried to joke. Jean shook her head again.

"You should ask him out." She spoke up. You looked at her in shock.

"Who?" You tried to play it off. Jean couldn't afford to know. He was once someone she saw romantically.

"You know who. He's staring at us right now." She smiled. You turned your head finding Logan.

"He's staring at you. He always does." You sighed out. Jean shook her head.

"You're wrong. He's staring at you. I know. I could tell. Trust me..I don't hold a candle to how he looks at you." She smiled walking away.

Rolling your eyes, you began to pack your things. How could she know what Logan truly wanted?

You knew she could read minds but she would never pry in his. At least you hoped she wouldn't.

Once home, you were the first off the quinjet not noticing how Logan's eyes followed you.

Quickly you ran to the garden smiling as you saw it intact beautifully.

You used your mutation to brighten the flowers making a vine above hanging the bleeding hearts.

"Here I thought you'd race to get some rest after a mission. Should've known you'd be out here." Logan's voice sounded out.

You turned to face him smiling.

"Couldn't help it. Been thinking about this the entire fly back."

Logan approached gently touching the flowers. "They sure are beautiful..."

"Thank you.." You whispered in response. Logan stared in amazement at you not looking away as you met his gaze.

It felt impossible. How was he staring at you this way?

You weren't Jean.

That's why he was looking at you though. You weren't Jean. You were you.

Logan was always a man of action. Not words. He leaned in giving you the opportunity to move. T

o push him and ask what he was doing. He didn't even know what he was doing , but he wanted to kiss you.

God did he want to kiss you.

His lips brushed against yours.

A small breath left you as he shut his eyes. Your hands moved up his shoulders whining as he pressed himself against you.

He kissed you with everything he had.

You pulled away looking at him in shock. His hand caressed your cheek.

"God I am so selfish for asking this. I don't deserve you, but please let me have you.." He whispered kissing you again.

You panted nodding as he kissed you again. His head moving to nuzzle against your neck.

He inhaled your scent deeply growling as his hands moved your waist caressing your hips.

"Logan.." You whispered pulling back to look at him. "I'm not..I'm not used to this..do you really want me?" You asked him in shock.

"You have no idea doll. No fucking clue what I would do for you." He whispered panting.

"Logan.." You whimpered his name as he caressed your head.

"I'm right here. I want you..so let me have you.." He spoke in a slight desperate growl.

"I thought you wanted her.." You spoke softly. Logan shook his head.

"Don't say stupid shit. All I want is you."

You smiled at his attitude laughing as he lifted you up carrying you away.

"Shush..we're getting food." He grumbled.

"Okay..guess I belong to you now." You teased.

"Damn straight you do." Logan huffed a laugh knowing you'd be stuck next to him forever.

Not that you'd complain though.

[tiethenott]

Do nott want to see me?

theodore nott x obsessed!reader

"Goodmorning Madam Pomfery!-may I visit Theodore?Theodore Nott?" you offer her a gently smile as you hand her a flower from the bouqet youre holding.She smiles and accepts it,putting it on her desk "Thank you dear.youre always such a sweetheart!" the normally cold woman compliments you,not able to keep her monotone facade around Hogwarts' sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly!

"And Mr.Nott is down the hall,in room B34 in the private wards" she explains handing you a key You skip along the halls leading to his room.Standing outside,you readjust one of your braids and smoothen out your uniform before opening it to him rubbing his eyes,seemingly just woken up. You giggle at his disheveled state before going over to his bedside and resting the bouquet down,readjusting the flowers as you place the freshly baked muffins and pastries cutely placed in a basket next to it "What are you doing here,Y/N." his features mar into disgust at the sight of his admirer. "To check up on you,silly" you sit on the bed,patting his leg He pulls it away before groaning in pain as to which you offer a slight pout and readjust his leg to the previous position. "What's wrong teddybear?do you need something?" he rolls his eyes at your nickname. "What I need is for you to get out and let me rest.And stop calling me that god awful nickname." he rests his head back on the pillow "Teddy don't be ridiculous,you got a pretty nasty hit by a bulger and I want to do anything I can to help!" Recently,during practice,which you begged him not to attend to spend time with you he was targeted hit by Adrian Pucey,a slytherin he didn't really talk with had hit him in the ribs by with a bulger which was allegedly aimed at him.He was rushed to the infirmary by his teamates who weren't there to see you slip 200 galleons into Pucey's hand before walking to the infirmary "You can help by leaving and taking back those hideous flowers."

Your eyes darken as a hideous look of disgust takes over your sweet smile "Im being nice,Theodore.Dont make me regret it." You take a deep breath,your face calmer but the anger still palpable.You begin to pick up the thrown pieces of clothing off the floor,tidying his room. "I want you to leave me alone,Y/N." the pretty boy begs,trying not to yell as you offer a fake pout walking over to him You sweetly kiss his cheek before leaning in so your cool breath is felt trickling down his ear.The sweet demeanor drops as you press your fingers into the nasty bruise at the side of his ribs,causing him to yell but its quickly concealed by your manicured fingers on his mouth. "I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth,you hear me?" the words bitterly fall from your mouth. You carefully sit yourself on his hips,right above his crotch as you innocently leer at the boy,massaging the wound with the same hand that caused the pain "Get off me,Y/N" he demands as you take off the white tee from his upper body,revealing his toned chest that you immediately run your hands over.Seconds later,you pull back the covers from the lower half of his body as you slowly take off his boxers,revealing his lengthly cock with a bright pink,angry tip you shift down and stroke one hand up and down his length before swirling your tounge around the tip then peppering small kisses all around,causing him to stifle his moans.Your head bobs up and down as you take most of his length in your mouth,your hands working on the rest as his hand grips your hair,tugging at it harshly.Shortly after,his hot cum arrives in your mouth,causing you to swallow all of it. You pull away and sit back up,wiping your mouth before dressing him back up,admiring his sweaty and blissful face.You lean in,giving him a small peck on the lips to which he wipes off "Fuck you,Y/N." he scolds as you kiss the top of his nose "Dont worry teddy,we will" you giggle,placing another kiss to his cheek and gather your bag "Bye Teddybear!see you soon!" you charmingly yell skipping down the hall

THE NEXT DAY,Theodore awaits for Madam Pomfery to bring him his medication.The door opens and stands you,with a tray of medication and food,dressed in white robes and a 'caretaker' badge necklaced around your neck causing him to furrow his eyebrows into confusion as to why youre here. "I got the job theo!Madam Pomfery allowed me to help her and now im your caretaker!isnt it wonderful?" you ramble He couldn't wait to recover.

[guroseinsei]

all the stottlemeyer/monk fics i've written:

*more under the cut.

i. an old watch with no parts to fix it (2,4k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Whump, Angst, Pre-Slash, Realization of Feelings.

Summary: No one likes to start their day off on a odd number.

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ii. no miracle can bring the 'stache back (563)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Established Relationship, Slash, Kissing, Teasing, post-s07e09.

Summary: Turns out, Monk doesn't want the Captain's 'stache gone as much as he'd initially thought.

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iii. just a little wordplay (1,7k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Established Relationship, Slash, Caught in the Act, Innuendo, post-s07e10.

Summary: A twist to Mr. Monk and the Other Brother.

“And bring your handcuffs.”

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iv. a friendly word of advice (2,6k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: protective leland stottlemeyer, semi-estbalished relationship, post-s08e14, hurt/comfort.

Summary: Captain Stottlemeyer hears of a little rumor, one he doesn't like one bit.

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v. hydrogen (6,4k)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Telepathy, Angst, Pre-Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Realization of Feelings, Panic Attack.

Summary: In which Monk is a telepath and gets more than he bargained for.

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vi. Room 103 (1,3k)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Mistaken for Being In A Relationship, Pre-Slash.

Summary: A suite upgrade then, for your partner and yourself?"

Partner? Leland thinks.

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vii. an itch to scratch (3,6k)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: A/B/O dynamics, Porn with (little) Plot, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Strength Kink.

Summary: Leland's always been a giver.

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viii. the day erased (1,5k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Light Angst, Pining, Pre-Slash, Comfort.

Summary: It's a late work day and Monk decides to keep the Captain company.

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ix. a knee jerk reaction (2,2k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Jealous Leland Stottlemeyer, Post-Season 8, No Spoilers for Season 8, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Mutual Pining, Resolved Romantic Tension.

Summary: Leland doesn't overreact. He really doesn't.

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x. 20:20 vision (3,4k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Shooting Range, Pre-Canon, Pre-Slash, Pining Leland Stottlemeyer.

Summary: They all watch, mesmerized, as all of Monk's shots hit every single moving target with perfectly centered 10's.

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xi. hello, detective. (1,9k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Pining, Living Together, Pre-Slash, Flirting, Jealous Leland Stottlemeyer, Oblvious Adrian Monk.

Summary: If you don't make the move, someone else always will.

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xii. quite the endorphin (2,4k)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Touch-Starved Leland Stottlemeyer, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Pining, Pre-Slash, Post-Divorce.

Summary: Letting off some steam is the perfect way to get a little less wound up after a not so great day.

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xiii. happy shedding season (2,7k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Catboy AU, Inspired by Fanart, Fluff, Humor, Fur Brushing, Cat Ears, Established Relationship, Obsessive Cleaning, Cat Tails.

Summary: Monk's having a tough time keeping everything pristine clean.

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xiv. how to make a chicken pot pie (1,4k)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Established Relationship, Cooking, Domestic Bliss, Living Together, Kissing.

Summary: It's chicken pot pie Tuesday. Leland gets a little distracted.

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xv. wake-up call (2,8k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Crush at First Sight, Pre-Slash, Neighbors AU.

Summary: Who in their right mind vacuums everyday at four in the damn morning? No one, that's who.

Leland's new neighbour seems to be an exception to that.

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xvi. right angles (2,5k)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Outsider POV, Married Leland Stottlemeyer/Adrian Monk, Established Relationship, Slash.

Summary: Harry doesn't mind Mr. Monk. He's a model neighbour - he minds his business, keeps to himself and occasionally lends a helping hand. But he wishes the guy would stop arranging the lawn chairs.

Or, at least, that's what his fiancée wants. Which means he does too.

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xvii. fingertips reaching (2,7k)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Praise Kink, Touch-Starved Leland Stottlemeyer, PWP, Service Top Leland Stottlemeyer, Overstimulation.

Summary: Adrian's reactions are what really gets Leland going.

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xviii. bitter taste (1,2k)

Rating: T

Tags: Angst, Jealousy, Possibly Unrequited Love, Pre-Slash.

Summary: Coddle envy for too long and it will begin to curdle.

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ix. in september (277w)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Domestic, Living Together, Double Drabble, Mr. Monk Is Drunk Again.

Summary: “Let's get you home.” Leland says.

“Oh, mine or yours?”

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xx. the grass may be greener (2,7k)

Rating: T

Tags: Episode Studies, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash.

Summary: “How're you... How're you feeling?” Adrian asks.

The pit in Leland's stomach has yet to stop gnawing hungrily inside of him, threatening escape.

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Rating: G

xxi. frozen peas (2,1k)

Tags: Protective Leland Stottlemeyer, Minor Injuries, Pre-Slash

Summary: “What the fuck happened?”

Natalie winces at the same time Adrian's cheek gives a particularly angry throb. It must look ghastly if Leland's reaction from a scale of one to ten is already ranging around nine.

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xxii. whiskey neat (1,4k)

Rating: T

Tags: Heartbreak, Self-Reflection, Drunken Confessions, Pre-Slash.

Summary: Leland drinks a glass of beer too many.

Or, T.K never said yes.

[howlingday]

White Knight Marital Bliss

Setting - Jaune and Weiss have been married for decades and their chemistry is pretty much Mung Daal and Truffles from Chowder.

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Jaune: She wants to go out with me?! Well, come on, out with it! Who is she? Is she cute?

Adrian: No, she's icky!

Jaune: Icky, huh? Well, it's a good thing I'm a married man.

Adrian: What if you weren't married?

Jaune: If I wasn't married? (Starry-eyed, Giggles)

Weiss: (Summons glyph)

Jaune: (Whacked in the head) I LOVE YOU, BABY~!

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Jaune: Weiss, mind the home and hearth! I'm heading into town. We need more spice!

Weiss: ...Well, I'm glad at least one of us is willing to admit it.

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Weiss: What's with all the yelling?!

Jaune: Not to worry, my beautiful snow angel, your knight in shining armor is on the case!

Weiss: Ugh! I don't have time to wait for him! You do it instead!

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Jaune: Providing support is Weiss, better known as "The Mouth".

Weiss: "The Mouth"?! What is that supposed to mean?! YOU SAYING I'M LOUD?! I'M NOT LOUD, YOU'RE LOUD! (Barking)

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Jaune: I'll do whatever it takes for you to stop ruining Griffball!

Weiss: We'll see about that! You're going down, old man!

Jaune: No! You're going down, older woman!

Weiss: No, you are!

Jaune: No, you are!

Weiss: NO, YOU!

Jaune: NO, YOU!

The two then proceed to furiously make-out in the middle of the playing field. They then shove each other off, simultaneously shouting "Get off me!"

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Weiss: Is everything ready for my elegant Atlesian lady debutante association luncheon, my big, strong, cuddly-wuddly, poopsy-woopsy yummy boo-boo bear~?

Jaune: Ready and able, my lovely snow angel~! No need to worry because everything will be perfect!

Weiss: (Sobs into his chest) Oh, thank you~! You have no idea what it's like to be surrounded by ugly men all day, every day!

Ren: (Stops, Stares at Weiss)

Adrian: (Stops, Stares at Weiss)

Weiss: (Pulls away) So, my wonderful knight, just for today, don't make me come into this kitchen for any reason at all. OR I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF.

Jaune: ...Uh, I love you, too?

Weiss: (Kisses him, Skips away giggling)

Jaune: ...Oh god, they're here. REN, RUN OVER THERE! ADRIAN, PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!

Jaune: Remember, if Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy! (Points at you) NOT EVEN YOU!

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Weiss: Oh, and one other thing. If I hear any of you say anything bad about my husband or his hard work, so help me, I will hunt you all down, rip your arms off and poke you with them until you cry for mercy! NOW GET OUT!

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Jaune: Oh! Oh! You did not just give me the hand! Ooh! Ooh! It's on now, GIRL-FRIEND! (Picks up rock, Tosses a few feet)

Cinder: Ha! You throw like an old woman!

Weiss: That is not true! I throw MUCH better than he can! (Uses glyph to lift boulder, Bullseye)

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Weiss: Jaune?! WHY YOU...

Jaune: Um! Uh! This is a dream!

Weiss: No... You're NEVER in my dreams!

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Jaune: Great... She's using fireworks.

Weiss: I completely forgot what fireworks are.

Weiss: In my marriage!

Weiss: WHO SAID THAT?!

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Jaune: No.

Weiss: Yes!

Jaune: No!

Weiss: Yes!

Adrian: Fight! Fight!

DING!

Jaune: (Limbers up in one corner)

Weiss: (Barking in the other)

Jaune: (Pinned by Weiss)

Weiss: (Spider-Man kicks him)

Jaune: (Broken over her knee)

Ren: (Holding Weiss' hand high)

Weiss: We will do the mission!

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Adrian: Uncle Jaune, are women always this emotionally draining?

Jaune: No! Of course not!

Weiss: (Opens big faucet in Jaune's chest, Filling cup with emotions) Ah~!

Adrian: (Watches in horror)

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Adrian: I'm back! Here's the white-haired melon you needed!

Jaune: But we already put in the white-haired- Uh-oh... (Opens oven)

Weiss: (Inside the oven, Growling)

Jaune: (Slams shut) Not done yet! Adrian, we need to talk about your shot attention span-

Ren: Mhm.

Weiss: (Inside the oven) OH, DARLING~!

Jaune: RUN, MAN! RUN!

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Jaune: Oh hiya, Weiss! Did you have a good trip to the store?

Weiss: Mhm. Yup. No problems at all.

Weiss: EXCEPT FOR THE PART WHERE MY GIANT BUTT WRECKED THE TOWN!

Jaune: Your what did who know?

Weiss: Jaune, be honest with me. Have I become a little... PLUMP IN THE RUMP?!

Jaune: ...Adrian, cover your ears. Um... No?

Weiss: Was that a question?

Jaune: N-No.

Weiss: So I put on weight?

Jaune: I didn't say that.

Weiss: So I need to go on a diet?

Jaune: I didn't say that!

Weiss: Come on, out with it! Have I become

Weiss: FFFFAAAAA...?

Adrian: Fat? Yeah!

Jaune: (Covers Adrian's mouth)

Weiss: S-So it's true! (Runs off crying)

Jaune: Adrian, life lesson number one; never tell a woman she's fat.

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Jaune: Well... I give up. If anybody needs me, I'll be spending quality time with Weiss.

Adrian: It's that bad, huh?

Jaune: Yup. That bad.

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Weiss: And here I thought I married a huntsman, not a crybaby!

Ren: Ooh~!

Jaune: WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?!

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Weiss: I love you, darling~.

Jaune: I love you, too, pumpkin~.

Weiss: What do you mean pumpkin? You sayin' I'm orange and round? Is that how you see me?

Jaune: No! Of course not, dumpling!

Weiss: Oh, so now I'm a dumpling?! I'm puffy and stuffed with meat and cheese! Is that it?!

Jaune: No, honey, that's not-!

Weiss: (Readies glyph) HONEY?! OH, SO NOW I'M ALL STICKY AND GOOEY?!

Jaune: No! You're, uh, my dilly-dally-daloo!

Weiss: ...Aw~! You're lucky I have no idea what that is.

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Jaune: I've got the blueprints right here! (Opens scroll, Shows off lewd Weiss)

Adrian: My eyes! (Screaming in pain)

Ren: Jaune!

Jaune: Oh, right! Heh heh! Wrong picture! (Taps) Here we go! (Shows off lewd Ren)

Adrian: MY EYES ARE BLEEDING! (Screaming louder)

Ren: JAUNE-!

Jaune: I know, I know! I said I'd deleted it.

[smallestapplin]

I won't leave

Somewhat based in castlevania sotn, as it's implied Alucard has ptsd from his mother's death.

Please note my requests are closed, but I'm always happy to chat! (Note this has been queued.)

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It's a known fact the world is dangerous, filled with monsters who wish you dead in some way shape or form, wheather those monster be truely as their namesake or human like you.

But you swore to help the innocent, it's what Alucard loved most about you.

You were selfless, compassionate, witty and able to banter with him easily.

But he loves those late nights with you at his side, laughing about something stupid, or just whispering your love for one another. He never thought he'd allow himself to love, he's a monster just like his father, and he can't help but carry that insecurity with him after everything he's done.

Yet your touch and words never fail to break through the walls he carefully built for centuries.

He fights tirelessly to protect you and fight off the creatures of the night, nothing ever phasing him or making his stoic expression break in these moments. You are his first priority, your safety is all he cares about and keeps him going in his most heated battles.

Even so you fight right along side him with ease, both of you working in tandum as if you have all your lives. You always are there to help comfort him, mainly after that battle with that succubus who cruelly took the form of his mother in her last moments.

It's a topic you don't bring up, never wanting to pasture him about it, but you happily listen to him as he tells you stories of her. He just knows his mother would've loved you, he can almost imagine bringing you home and his mom adopting you as her own.

Maybe in another world he'd get that bliss.

Maybe in another world he's family was still together and he could've introduced you to them.

That's not this world or this life though.

He knows deep down had it not been for his mother's last words he would've joined his father in the destruction of humanity.

But you keep those thoughts from forming.

As had he done so, he would've never met you, his sweet darling.

Maybe that's why the large bonfire was making his head swim.

laughater from the newly saved town had been drowned out.

As the blaze grew fire so did his heart rate. Everything feels too hot, why can't he breathe? Screams ring in his ears, screams he can never get rid of.

You look to your lover, ready to ask if he wanted a drink until you saw hos still he was.

"Alucard?" You ask, your voice low as to not draw any attention.

His chest was barely moving, merely taking short quick breaths. His eyes are wide, filling with tears that reflect that amber glow from the fire. You act fast, instantly at his side and tentivly touching his back to rub slow circles.

"Adrian, Adrian look at me. Shhh it's okay. Sweetheart I need you to look at me."

You aren't sure how long you stood there calling for him before he gasps, taking a large gulp of air, panting as he blinks rapidly, his golden eyes snapping towards you with tears screaming down his face.

"Shh shh it's okay. Come on." You move your hand to his lower back and gently guide him away from the towns bonfire.

Their cheering grows quieter the further you two move away, before finding a private place for him to sit. When he sits on a bench he's grabbing your hands, keeping you in front of him as he sobs into your stomach.

You quickly wrap your arms around his shoulders, gently shushing him and telling him to let it all out. You run your fingers through his hair, tenderly scratching his scalp to comfort him.

"I'm- I'm sorry-!"

"You have nothing to apologize for, you've done nothing wrong."

You've never seen him cry, Alucard is always sure to keep himself in check,but you're not about to let him feel bad for this. He only cries harder at your words, his arms coiling around your waist, tight like a snake.

He can't let you go, he can't lose you too!

He fears if he lets go you'll disappear, consumed by the very blaze that took his mother.

You already have an idea on what happened,and you're not about to blame him for it as it's such a raw memory for him.

You'll stay with him as long as he needs, letting him sob into your shirt until he tires himself out.

[venusvity]

2022, the year Venus finally secured the Converse and a Pepsi sponsorship. Arguably, this is the least liked year of Venus for a majority of Constellations for numerous reasons. Trying to replicate the success of Summer Luv!, the girls would release their 8th mini album, VENUS HIGH! with the title track Hi-Tops, along with a collaboration with the brand Converse.

Commercially, the song peaked at number ten on the Gaon Digital Chart and topped the Billboard K-pop Hot 100, their first number-one song on the chart. Following the release of Venus High!, Venus promoted the song with live performances on several South Korean music television programs and amassed six music show trophies. They also held a concert by Converse, which sold out in seven minutes.

VENUS' collection with Converse. Each girl got to desgin their own shoe. The collection sold out in 15 minutes.

Venus would come back with their fourth full album, their last project with beloved creative director LEXA. Love, Venus would feature the title track, "So Sweet," along with eleven other tracks.

"So Sweet" won eight first-place music program awards in South Korea, including a triple crown (three awards) on Inkigayo. It also won a Melon Weekly Popularity Award.

"So Sweet" debuted at number one on South Korea's Circle Digital Chart. It remained atop the chart for thirteen weeks, becoming the longest-running number-one song in its history. The song debuted number one on the Billboard Vietnam Hot 100 chart issue. It topped the chart for three consecutive weeks. In Japan, the song peaked at number 12 on the Billboard Japan Hot 100 and number 13 on the Oricon Combined Singles Chart.

The music video would feature heavy Pepsi product placement but is still beloved by fans as it's the last video directed by LEXA. Lexa would make a lengthy Instagram post announcing their departure from Angelico and Venus' creative director, leaving fans and the girls concerned in what direction they would go in next.

LEXA'S DEPARTURE LETTER: it only feels right to share my favorite moments with my favorite girls, though there are plenty more. if i could post 100 images on this post i would lol. as of today, i have officially stepped down as the creative director of venus. these five girls are so special, talented, and overall wonderful visionaries i wish had more freedom over their careers. i do not wish to get sued so i won't say much, but i hope you all can use critical thinking skills as to why i've decided to leave angelico. i wish yoonah, bliss, chloe, sena, and jiah nothing but so much love and well wishes for the best. I'll always have so much love for my five favorite stars in the sky 🌟 until next time, venus! ❤️

The girls would take a short break, something unheard of in their career, to regroup and find a new creative director. In comes Adrian Reyes. Adrian would take over as not only their creative director but producer and marketing manager, ushering Venus into their most controversial era.

??? would be the ninth mini album by Venus with the title track GOTCHA. The ??? era would be defined by the marketing used to prepare for the era. Posters were posted around the world about the "missing sister of Venus" with four girls on the poster. Billboards asking, "Have you seen our moon?" would be put up around LA, Seoul, Busan, Tokyo, Shanghai, and various other cities featuring the four members Sena, Baebi, Jiah, and Bliss, but no Chloe. This led fans to believe she wasn't going to be included in the comeback until a thirty concept film, "Why Venus Has No Moons: ???" It was posted to their YouTube channel.

Venus was finally getting lore, and fans were...very mixed about it!

Stills from "Why Venus Has No Moons: ???" directed by Adrian Reyes.

The album would come, and the title track, GOTCHA, would cause a mass debate on Twitter on whether the song was good or not. The debate still goes on to this day. "GOTCHA" won 10 first-place music program awards, including a triple crown on M Countdown.

In South Korea, the song debuted at number 17 on the Gaon Digital Chart for the issue dated and peaked at number 5 in its second week. It also debuted at number 1 both on the component Download Chart and on the component BGM Chart.  In the United States, the song debuted at number 5 on the Billboard World Digital Song Sales chart. It also debuted at number 37 on the Billboard Global 200 and 29 on the Billboard Global Excl. US during the same week.

Venus would win Artist of the Year and Best Female Group at the 2022 MAMA Awards.

[daniigh0ul]

domestic bliss? more like domestic miss! am i right, fellas? A-YOOOO (crowd boos me off stage)

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(Marco trying to steal pizza) (overlapping chatter) - ANGIE: How was work? JOHN: Good. How was Pancakes? ANGIE: Busy. - VANCE: If you make a joke about me being an ugly stray, I will kick you. (Adrian laughing) - John and Angie looking at each other like they're about to make another baby. - JOHN: What's been going on with you? Ladies? Job? ADRIAN: I'm coaching kids in the spring, but- JOHN: But, what? ADRIAN: I got fired from Martinis. Boss caught me with her daughter. In the bathroom. On the clock. (John swearing in Spanish.) JOHN: What is wrong with you? This is your third job in six months. You think your rent is just gonna pay itself? No more fuck ups! ADRIAN: It'll be fine! I'll get a job! I even applied to some today! And Mom gave me some money for rent so- JOHN: She WHAT? - (John continues yelling at Adrian) - ANGIE (sighs): John. It was just a little bit of cash. I am not going to let my son miss rent because of a mistake. JOHN: Babe! He has to learn from his mistakes! You keep bailing him out and he doesn't learn! He's a grown man, so let him act like one! ANGIE: Mm. John storms off. VANCE (whispering): God, they're so embarrassing. TATI (whispering): I know. Do you think we can make a break for it? - TATI: Um, by the way, everyone, I got a job today. VANCE: Way to go, now you can buy me stuff! ANGIE: Where at? (Adrian pouting) - TATI: You know that bookstore/drink place? Tomes and Teas? They hired me, and the owner is pretty chill! It's only part time so... ANGIE: Aw, that's so great, mija. - JOHN: That's amazing, kid! Maybe put in a word for your foolish brother, though. TATI: Thanks, Dad. TATI (whispering): Sorry, Adrian. (Adrian pouting, still.)

[seancekitsch]

The 11th street kids crew definitely know they banged in Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too, right? They have to after he was so obvious!

oh yeah, here you go babe!! a little epilogue

“So, girlfriend,” he can’t stop using the word to describe you, “You think they’ll notice anything?”

You have to scoff, but pair it with a smile.

“You mean after you shouted at them that you were going to make out with me? Dude, they’re gonna roast us alive.”

You’re not wrong, and he knows it. He loves his friends, but they’re going to pick on the two of you for certain. It also doesn’t help that you’re wearing your skirt and boots from last night with one of his hoodies covering your top half.

“Worth it though… right?” he asks, and you lean into his frame to kiss his shoulder as confirmation. Definitely worth it.

You fling open the door, anxiety or strength letting the door smack against its own hinges.

Headquarters is silent when you and Adrian walk in, your arm linked in his and your thighs aching from making good on Adrian’s little nickname for you this morning. He looks down at you briefly, the big goofy smile he’s worn all morning still plastered on his features. You can’t help but smile back up at him, some kind of giddy joy bubbling up from your rib cage.

And then the bliss is shattered by Chris screaming.

“No way! No fucking way!”

“Jesus, dude, lower your volume,” you shoot back at him, smile instantly being replaced with a scowl. You lead Adrian over to the piano bench and perch yourself on the end of it so he can squeeze in to sit with you.

“I knew it,” John says, smugly.

“You didn’t know shit,” Leota fires back.

“And you picked Vig?” Emilia asks.

“You like Chris! You can’t talk!” You fire back while waving the arm not still attached to Adrian, and you see the anger flashes behind her eyes. You’ve done it now, you’ve poked the bear. Chris’ head whips around to look at Emilia, his surprise evident even though you’re sure they’ve hooked up a few times at this point and you’ve seen her snapchat location at his trailer a more than just friends amount.

“And you just like… wanted this?” John asks you.

And it’s then that you realize that to them, maybe only Leota and Emilia had an inkling of your feelings for Adrian, and that might still be a stretch. You kept your attraction to him and addiction to his twitter locked up like the fucking Pentagon and now to them it looks like overnight you went to casual friends to wildly in love. If this is love, which, you think it really could be. You make a mental note to check on that again in a week and see where you stand after the next Fargo sleepover.

“Well I mean she had to…” Leota offers

You scoot a little closer to Adrian, thinking about how this morning you were pressed against his bare chest and warm from just him alone, and how weirdly quiet he was, just content to hold you and be held by you. Well, before you decided to make yourselves late with a shared shower and then another round once you were both dry and found a nice vantage point to set up his phone camera.

“He kills people,” John says, but not to you, “She’s gotta be insane—“

Adrian stiffens under your touch, even though you don’t necessarily mind John’s comment. You’ve killed your fair share and sure, you’re probably not the sanest person in the room. You’re just well adjusted about it

“Hey! Dont talk about my girlfriend—“ Adrian starts, and gets cut off.

“Girlfriend?!” Emilia exclaims.

“Yeah, shes my girlfriend!” Adrian’s getting irritated, you can tell. His voice is getting strained and his grip on your waist is tightening, whether he knows it or not.

Emilia shoots you a look, a question in her eyes. She’s always been extremely perceptive, but whatever she sees in your gaze back at her makes the fire lit under her extinguish.

“I’m his girlfriend,” you confirm; all the eyes on the two of you, and you almost shrink away from the attention. Or at least you would have, had Adrian not leaned further into you.

“Well, alright… congrats,” Leota offers with a smile, a genuine one. She’s always loved to see your fucked up little friend group happy. Emilia nods, and sits down on the edge of the desk. You’re not going to get a better reaction out of her and you didn’t expect one.

“Yeah, she couldn’t resist me after she saw a video of me showing off that I’m a late bloomer,” Adrian says, and not to embarrass you, but to try to give a little clarity. Still, your face heats up. The rest of the team doesn’t need to know about the details.

“That’s not a thing,” John mumbles, still kind of shocked about the whole ordeal.

You nudge Adrian, who at least has the social cues to pretend to be bashful.

“He means I’ve had a crush on him for ages, now can we just get to what this meeting is about?”

[shattersstar]

Bestie it is me, the anon from a couple of days ago, many mutual kisses for my favorite tumblr writer!!! I am a teensy weensy (read: very much) cross faded and was wondering if you would be willing to write just a little thing with the “desperate kiss in the rain” prompt from the list featuring Jason Todd or Adrian Tepes? I feel the need to be In My Feelings about fictional romance lmao

ghost of love

pairing: jason todd x reader

prompt: a desperate kiss in the rain

a/n: wrote this stoned lmaoo so twins <3 and thank u for the request ur so kinddd im actually p happy with this so here goes my first fic of 2023 besties. feedback is always appreciated!!!

—

Ghost of love bound unto your name

So it be running through my veins

Yesterday I fell out of grace

I made you feel bad again

I wanted all your reasons explained

Guess I wanted too much

Guess I wanted too much

—

Spring had made its way to Gotham, snow melting into slush and flooding the streets as the days grew longer and the winter chill started to recede. It crept into the past as singing birds and allergies were to come. It was supposed to be a time of happiness, of excitement for warmth before the general population complained about the heat plaguing the city in a few months time. But Jason watched the rain that had cleansed the city for a week already with certain disdain.

His apartment was silent save the rain’s ambiance—it hadn’t been this quiet in ages. Hadn’t been so hollow and empty since you came into his life. A presence to warm the space even when you sat in silence scrolling through your phone. Or when you cooked and hummed to yourself or when you took phone calls in his bedroom and didn’t think he could hear you sing his praises. It should’ve made his heart swell, flattered by your adoration of him, and yet it made Jason anxious. Nausea flowering in his throat at the sounds of your lies on his behalf, covering up the life he lead all while admitting how deeply you felt for him. He had heard that phone call so many times, a quick tangent usually, but it stuck with him nonetheless.

It was those moments—sweet and tender—he turned into something dark, twisted. The way you unabashedly reached for his hand at the grocery store, or called his name in a room full of people felt…wrong. You weren’t supposed to be like this with him, no one was. Jason didn’t deserve such kind words and outward gestures of love, and you didn’t deserve to be trapped with him. Stuck in something that could never really be anything. You were too good for Gotham and for him. He had always known it, tried to ignore it and just dwell in the bliss that came from being with you, but his guilt was stronger. More consuming than the feelings he had for you. It made breaking your heart painful, but a necessity.

He wasn’t yours to love, to have. He had said those words to you, “I’m not for you to love, or to be with. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep playing house anymore. This isn’t my life. You aren’t.”

His voice was cold, empty as he spoke. You couldn’t hide the hurt in your eyes, tears threatening to spill. “Then go.” It was all you were able to muster, standing in your apartment as he let himself out without another word.

He wanted to add it was because he loved you, but it felt cruel. He had to remind himself he wasn’t yours to love. Jason wasn’t for anyone.

And he believed his words, for weeks on end he told himself over and over again that he made the right decision. Threw himself into work and tried to burn you from his memory with violence and power. Jason ignored what headlines you might see—what you might think of him. He had never let himself care before, you told him what he did with that life was not for you to be apart of if he choose to keep you separate. You said it casually, with a shrug like Jason was supposed to know. Know that respect and privacy he could never ask from someone was being offered freely.

Jason supposed you’d keep your word, keep your distance from the bloody and chaotic side of his life despite him leaving you. You were good like that, honest and uncompromising when you needed to be. It made him smile despite the torrential downpour, knowing there was something good still in Gotham. Something—someone worth fighting for.

Yet, as something akin to peace washed over Jason, fate played its hand and it sent him reeling. A notification lit up his phone sitting on the kitchen table. It drew his attention away from the window he had been staring out of for a while, compelling him across the room and to read the two words that broke his heart.

I’m moving. A message you sent a minute ago, two words hanging in the ether that left Jason short of breath. He had already lost you, but this was like sand slipping through his fingers all while a tsunami rushed the shore. It made his stomach knot and guilt trickled into his chest like a steady stream. You couldn’t leave the city you had made a life in because of him. Because of the pain he caused you—no that grief, that guilt, would swallow him whole. Devour him till he was nothing, but bone to burn to ash one day.

Jason was out of his apartment in record time, not dawned in his suit, but enough tactical wear to hop across rainy rooftops safely. He ignored the chill of the rain that drenched him in mere minutes, he slicked his wet hair back and regretted his leather jacket as he landed an apartment over from yours. He huffed out a few breaths, calves flexing and whining from the amount of work he just put them through to get here. Jason steadied his breathing as best he could, grappling over the alleyway and to his surprise, landing right behind you. You were next to a small pigeon coop someone kept on the roof, the stretching piece of plywood was a makeshift roof you just fit under. You had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the bottom corner wet with rain water likely from the puddles on the roof.

He let out a sigh that caught your attention. You glanced over your shoulder before your face fell. Your phone was still in your hands and Jason wondered if you texted him because you were up here. Staring out into the city and thinking of him as he was you. “You’re moving.” He found himself saying, more accusatory than he intended, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when desperation wafted off of him in waves.

“Yeah, I just…can’t with this city anymore.” You turned fully, you had never looked so small before. So withered and tired. You look like you had been crying recently and Jason’s resolved weakened. He assured himself that cutting you out of his life was right, to save you pain in the long run, but the pain you wore so clearly now was a gut punch. It was wrenching and Jason didn’t know what to say to fix anything.

“When?” He asked instead.

“Not sure, Im gonna stay with a friend in another city for a bit before I figure everything out. Think I have someone to take over my lease so…” The idea of someone else living here made his head spin. This space was an extension of you—he could see your interest in what you hung up on your walls, your love in the plants littered around the space, your happiness in the smell of food mixing with the candles you burned and even your old grumpy cat belonged to this space as much as you did. It was one of the only places in Gotham Jason could…breathe. Think or not think and he was losing that and you—

“No.” He gritted through his teeth.

“No?” That wasn’t meant for your ears, he was trying to silence his own thoughts. He cursed to himself and turned away from you, rain soaking his face as his only then remembered it was pouring. “Maybe I shouldn’t have sent you that text…I think I knew you’d show up here—I’m sorr—“

“No.” This time it was for you, even if he still refused to face you, let you see the regret plain on his face. “I don’t want you to leave Gotham like this…not because of me.”

“I know, and I wish I could stay, but Jay its too hard. Being here and trying to move on is killing me.” You were calm, calmer than he anticipated. He wanted anger, he wanted you to throw his words in your face, scold him for showing up when he was the one that forced you away. And yet, you tried to apologize and were being honest with him.

“I wouldn’t ask you to stay, but I’m sorry for how I ended things. You don’t—didn’t—deserve any of this.” Jason was never one to admit his wrongs, but this was the end of something that meant everything to him once. He couldn’t let you go with resentment between you two. You let a beat of silence pass, eyes fallen to the ground between your bodies as you processed his words. Your brows pulled together and you took a step closer to him. You weren’t out in the rain yet, but stood close enough to the edge to make sure your words hit him clearly.

“What did you mean by that? Didn’t deserve…what? What we had before? Didn’t deserve a good relationship? Didn’t deserve to be happy? I know I don’t deserve how you’ve treated me since, like I never existed, but what didn’t I deserve before? You?” Your tone was jaded, it wasn’t angry, but hurt. It made the knot in his stomach twist, his heart wrenching at the thought of you undeserving of good things. It was all you deserved, it was all he wanted for you.

Jason whipped around as he spoke, breathless before the words even left his mouth, “You didn’t deserve to be in a barely real relationship. I can’t be the person you deserve to be with, I can’t offer that much of myself to you.”

Another beat, you hovered by the edge of the makeshift roof, before letting you blanket slip off your shoulders behind you. You stepped into the rain and took him in properly, soaked from head to toe, but Jason was still bathed beautifully in the moon and streetlights that barely touched buildings this high.

“I knew all of that, I knew it wouldn’t always be normal, but I accepted it Jay. I chose to look past the parts of your life you didn’t want to share, because I didn’t care. I still don’t. What we had was a real relationship Jason, to me at least, and I didn’t even think anything was wrong when you broke up with me. I thought it was actually great, for what we were working with.” You laughed at the end, watery, but your voice stayed strong. You meant what you said, Jason blindsided you more when he left you than with his Red Hood confession. His admittance to the double life he lead was a blow, but one you could digest. Jason leaving you? It was a grenade set off from within your ribcage that left no survivors. It was pain beyond grappling with the violence that surrounded the man you loved.

“But that isn’t fair to you. I can’t give you everything, but I know I’ll take everything you can give. You get half a person and—“

“I make that choice, not you. I’ll take half a person if its you. I’ve always known I’ll love you more, be able to give you more because I’m sharing you with a city hellbent on destroying itself. When you’re the only person I want to share anything with, of course you can have it all.” He was silent, staring into the dark skies and wondering what he did to deserve you. Had he suffered enough that it was finally time to enjoy the peace?

You put your hand on his arm, urging him to look. He let his eyes meet yours reluctantly as you sniffled. “I don’t need what you think is real Jason. I just need you.” Your voice was a soft plea, fingers tightening around his leather jacket. He stared down at you, so much ache in his chest for ever thinking life made more sense without you there. He wanted to apologize, again and again until his voice went hoarse. He wanted to fall into your arms and sleep for days after weeks of restless nights. He wanted to cook your favourite meals you always said never tasted as good when you did it. He wanted to forgive and be forgiven for all the hurt swirling between the two of you.

But all he could manage was a plea of his own, almost drowned out by the spring rain that washed away the cold weeks you both spent unbearably lonely, “Don’t leave Gotham.”

You nodded, “Don’t give me a reason too.”

The knot churning inside his stomach disappeared with your soft words, making him breathe out a laugh. It was surprised, relieved and everything you needed to hear. A smile broke over your face and the tears brimming in your eyes finally spilled over as you closed the distance between you two. Your hands rested on the lapels of his jacket. He let his cradle your jaw as the rain engulfed you both, foreheads pressing together as the moment overtook you two. It felt like a dream, like everything Jason wanted was suddenly in the palm of his hands and he couldn’t believe it. Believe he had let you go and somehow managed to get you back. He couldn’t decide what you deserved, but god he’d try be the person you needed him to be.

He wanted to say that, promise you he’ll try, but words failed him at times like this. Jason was all need, desperate for you to understand how much he loved you. All he could do was act, fingers tightening and tilting your head up before his mouth crashed into yours. It was hungry and pleading, begging and convincing you to stay with him forever. To know his love forever. You kissed him back with as much urgency as you could muster, just as desperate for his touch as he was yours. It was deprave how you both nearly crumbled when his teeth tasted your bottom lip. You hands had slid under his jacket, pulling you flush against him as your fingers fisted the dry fabric against his spine. He shuddered into you, pulling away with a heaving chest. You rested your chin on his sternum, blinking up at him with happy tears still overflowing. He brought this thumbs to the corners of your eyes, brushing them away before kissing you again.

His lips met yours slower this time, mending the harshness from his last kiss. It was just as needy, lips finding the corners of your mouth, cheeks and jaw before he found his way back to your mouth. Jason’s tongue swiped over your lips, one of his hands moved to cradle the curve of your skull, letting your head fall back as he left open mouthed kissed against yours. Your tongue slid over his and you wished you were in bed. Sat comfortably atop him and making out on some boring Tuesday afternoon. It was always those moments, those days when everyone else was consumed with jobs and school and life, where you and Jason flourished.

Or embracing on a rooftop, in the pouring rain, during the dead of night, while everyone slept.

It was moments where you fell into the corners of life, missed by the bustle of the city and enraptured by each other. It was all you ever needed from Jason, and he was ready to give.

—

Gonna stay humbled to this rock

Silently when I know that I belong

Tell me stay on the right track

You know I got faith and beliefs

In my life and just

I guess I wanted that much

Yesterday I fell out of grace

I made you feel bad again

I wanted all your reasons explained

Guess I wanted too much

Ghost of Love - Marie Fisker

[training4theapocalypse]

On Her Majesty’s Supersonic Service (Adrian Chase x Reader) Ch. 3

Chapter 3: The Spy Who Came Out in the Cold

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.6K

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Romance, Descriptions of murder, Descriptions of violence, Verbal Humiliation, Overstimulation, Spanking, Edging, Bodily fluids, Degradation, Dubious consent, Oral M receiving, P in V, Fingering, Switch Adrian (but mostly) Dom Adrian, Aftercare

Summary: It’s the day before you have to kill the cow. You suggest some last-minute target practice. Adrian knows just the place.

A/N: Please read the warnings because he’s feral, degrading, unhinged, super sweet, and romantic all in one chapter. 

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“Everyone, get done what you need to get done.” Murn addresses the room “We leave at the break of dawn for Coverdale Ranch to kill the cow.” 

This is it. 

Tomorrow is your last and only chance to eliminate the Butterflies’ only food source or die trying. Adrian’s eyes meet yours from across the video shop. He jerks his head over his shoulder and you follow him to the hallway.

Knots twist in your stomach. The two of you know that if the mission succeeds, you go back home to London to find out your next assignment from MI6. If it fails… well, there’s not much point in dwelling on your fate in that scenario.

In the privacy of the corridor, without thought, you throw your arms around him in a desperate embrace. He freezes, momentarily stunned by the unexpected intimacy. Breathing you in makes his shoulders relax and he pulls you by your waist towards him. 

Fucking you? Sure he’s good at that. But you have a feeling he doesn’t experience this type of physical intimacy often. 

He buries his face in your hair and you let him enjoy the scent of you for a moment before you tilt your head up to look into his green, bespectacled eyes. You kiss him fiercely and bite his lip and he pushes you roughly back into the wall in response. 

Before you can blink, you’re enveloped by his broad stature- he’s crowding you. His eyes fall downwards, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe heavily, skin tingling in anticipation. Adrian lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

You’re pinned between him and the wall and he presses his hips into you. You can feel the swell of his cock even through the rough fabric of both of your suits. He kisses you deeply, his tongue melting into your mouth. You start to move your hips in circles and he lets out a small groan when-

“Oh!” says Adebayo and she puts a hand up to shield her eyes “Shit, don’t mind me, I’m just leaving.” You loosen your grip around his waist and Adrian lets you down gently, stepping back as you both watch her walking quickly out the back door without even making a joke at your expense. Strange.

Her interruption brings you back to earth- the others are still next door. You adjust your suit, composing yourself. Adrian fixes his glasses. You suppress your amusement, noticing that they’re a little steamed up.

“So… our last night before the mission. What do you wanna do?”

You look down at his crotch and back up at his face, giving him a meaningful look.

“Pfft, yeah, trust me that will take six or seven minutes tops. What d’you wanna do before that?”

Honestly, you’d be happy to spend the rest of the night in bed together for a few hours after what you’re sure would be a blissful six or seven minutes, watching shitty TV and eating snacks from the motel vending machine.

“Do you wanna go to a bar and get wasted?” 

Eh, you pull a face. Maybe you’d have a whisky tonight in your motel room but if you go to a bar you know you’ll end up hungover tomorrow.

“Oh yeah. I forgot we’re saving the world in the morning. Uhmm…”

You gesture shooting a gun. There must be a range somewhere in this backwater town.

“Target practice?” his face lights up “I know a place- I’ll drive.”

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It’s almost dusk when Adrian to pulls over at a supermarket on the way so you can get a couple of beers for later. He lends you a jumper from the back seat of his car- a grey and burgundy zipper- your suit is less conspicuous than his. You pull it over your head and your senses are delighted when you inhale a familiar spicy citrus scent- but without the usual gunpowder notes.  

He watches you from the driver’s seat as you pull the collar up over your nose and breathe in the smell of him.

“Sorry, it’s been in my back seat for a few days - does it smell clean?”

You grin and you mouth the words ‘It smells like you’. He goes slightly pink and you plant a kiss on his flushed cheek before climbing out of the car and heading into Publix.

Blackbird: Do you want anything else except beer? There are all sorts of snacks here that I’ve never had before! xx

Vigilante: Just whatever you wanna try B

Vigilante: No wait- get Doritos and queso xx

Your finger brushes the two x’s after his message.

It may well be your last night together so you decide to get way too much food. Maybe you’ll have a picnic in your motel room. You get two six-packs of beer- bottles of Budweiser for Adrian and cans of Sierra Nevada for you. 

Then you turn the corner into the confectionery aisle and your eyes light up. You fill your cart with as much food as you can remember from watching American TV shows growing up. 

“You havin’ a party?” asks the woman scanning your items as you get ready to pay. An end-of-the-world party, you think derisively. 

Blackbird: You’ll need to help me I bought too much lol :) xx

“Woah, how much stuff did you get?” asks Adrian as you wheel your bag-laden trolley back to his car. 

You shrug and flash your black credit card-  expenses, courtesy of MI6. It’s the least they can do- plus they’ve saved a fortune this trip by putting you up in that shitty motel.

He opens the boot and it’s practically full. “Sorry, I still have my camping gear in here. And these for us to have fun with later,” He picks up two assault rifles and waves them. Jesus! You hurriedly put your hands on the guns and lower them, afraid that other shoppers loading up their vehicles will become alarmed and call the police. 

“What? I’m not gonna shoot anybody!” 

Today’s the first time you’ve been in the Vigilante-mobile. It’s an old car but it’s obvious he takes good care of it. You ping the little teal tree air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.

“What do you wanna listen to?” Adrian asks, setting off again. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he leans over you and pops open the glove compartment. You rifle through the CDs and see The Cruel Intentions… The Quireboys… Motley Crue. There’s a small flicker of surprise when you find Taylor Swift and Britney Spears which you hold up quizzically.

“Hashtag Free Britney” he looks at you sincerely and pushes up his glasses.

Then you outright gasp when you see the next CD- Spiceworld!

He looks over and grins. Did you get this for me?

“I might have picked it up just in case you were ever in my car.” he admits. You whip the case open excitedly and pop it in the player- you haven’t listened to this album in years. 

The familiar opening to ‘Spice Up Your Life’ plays and you have to stop yourself from squealing in excitement. Adrian laughs and steals glances at you while you lipsync the entire thing. You have to point at the road to remind him to look where he’s driving. 

As he drives, the city buildings become less dense and the trees become more so. Beams of golden light warm your face and stream through the windows as the last of the summer sun begins to set in the distance. You sincerely doubt there’s a gun range out here. 

You’re not in the habit of letting masked vigilantes drive you out into the forest at night but you’ll make an exception for this goof. 

You trust him completely. Him, Adebayo, Harcourt, Economos, Murn and even Peacemaker- your newfound unlikely home away from home. A far cry away from the elitist culture of distrust and backstabbing at MI6.

He pulls the car off-road and you hear the satisfying crunching of gravel under the wheels. Deeper and deeper you go into the dense trees, he notices your bemused face and gives you a reassuring look.

“It’s worth the drive. I promise.” 

He pulls up to what could only be described as a fly-tipping site. This is worth the drive?

“I collect broken appliances for me and Peacemaker to do target practice on,” he explains “When I was younger, he and my brother used to practice shooting BB guns… at me... I persuaded them that blowing up microwaves would be more fun.”

You frown- Chris used to be such a dick. 

“C’mon!” he slaps your leg enthusiastically like you’re livestock he’s herding. He pulls a duffel bag out of the car boot and throws it on top of an old washing machine. He lays out some weapons, two assault rifles, a machine gun, a couple of small handguns and several throwing knives.

The black stainless steel throwing knives feel cool under your fingers. These are nice. How does he afford this stuff? It’s probably better if you don’t know.

“Do you know how to throw knives?” asks Adrian. Duh, you think, but instead, you flutter your eyelashes and shake your head. 

“I can show you how. It might come in handy tomorrow. The best thing about throwing knives is that they’re insanely difficult to block. At best, your opponent will get their hand mangled trying to protect their head.” He laughs like this is hilarious and you can’t help but smile. Sociopath.

In the dim light, you can see a spray-painted and well-used target on a tree about 20 metres away. He picks up four knives and stands side-on to the target, taking aim.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD.

Each knife hits the bullseye with ease and together they form an almost perfect X shape.

You give a small round of applause and he bows dramatically. He comes back up, adjusts his glasses and retrieves the knives from the tree.

You walk over to the same position where he aimed. He brings you the knives, stands behind you and adjusts your hips so you’re standing side-on. He brings your right arm up to a 90-degree angle.

He murmurs in your ear “Don’t hold the handle too tight, keep it at eye level, look at what you’re trying to hit, pull your arm back and just let it go”

You give him a very solemn nod and adjust your stance so that you lightly graze your ass against the front of his suit. You look straight ahead to the board and get ready to throw the knives.

THUD. The first one hits the bullseye.

THUD. The second one does too.

You pull him in to stand closer behind you again but this time you take his hands and put them over your eyes. 

“What are you…?”

You throw the last two knives in one swift movement.

THUD.

“Holy shit…” You think you can tell where they’ve both landed by the something hard pressed up against your ass. Opening your eyes you can see they’ve hit the bullseye- a little less neatly than Adrian’s but nothing to sniff at.

You pull out your phone:

Blackbird: Remind me who the best marksman on this team is again? :) xx

He reads the text and laughs incredulously.

“What the fuck Blackbird? Why don’t you use throwing knives in combat?”

You give him an incredulous look and point at your vocal cords.

“Oh yeah, the supersonic throat GOAT.” Hey! You push his chest playfully- the rough bulletproof fabric is scratchy under your palms “How far a range does that thing have anyway?”

Stand back, you gesture and you focus on a microwave about 10 metres away. You scream and it’s blasted into the air and out of sight. 

He lets out a low whistle. “Sweet. Can you hit something further away?” You frown and shrug your shoulders.

“What you’ve never tried?!”

You pull out your phone to text him.

Blackbird: There isn’t a secure facility for me to test it out safely. I’ve never really practised using my voice- I just do it when I need it xx

“Aw, come on- facility?” He blows a raspberry “Lame! Have you never just stood out in the open to see what damage you can do?”

You shake your head.

Blackbird: Too risky - civilians might hear or see something xx

“Oh yeah? Well, let’s find out tonight. Peacemaker and I use this place all the time. We shoot, we fight, we throw grenades - nobody has ever seen us!”

He drags a small, grimy table into the open clearing and places a glass coffee pot on the surface, this time further away. About 30 metres. Then he runs back to take cover behind you.

You concentrate and let out a scream. It vibrates but doesn’t shatter. You try again and the backwards force makes you fight to stay upright but the coffee pot remains undamaged. 

Adrian makes a move to intervene and pull the table closer. You hold out your arms, halting him. Wait, I can do better.

You grab onto the sides of an old dryer, stabilising yourself. You focus and scream with all your might. The coffee pot explodes into a million pieces.

Yes! You throw your hands up. Immediately, blood rushes to your head so you balance yourself on the dryer again. 

“Woah, are you okay?” 

You nod without turning around.

“Incredible, Birdie. That must have been like a hundred feet!” he says “You’ll be my little weapon of mass destruction in no time.”

Adrian wraps his arms around you from behind and you lean back into his embrace. He nuzzles into the side of your neck but then he stops abruptly. You turn to look up at him as he stares blankly into the forest ahead.

“Birdie… what happens if instead of yelling into the clearing… you just… said something.”

Every time you’ve tried to speak it’s been unpredictable. The worst was when you woke up in the hospital after your accident and almost killed the nurses caring for you. Your sonic waves actually ripped a hole through the wall into the ward. You’ve never tested it out in a clearing because you live in a busy city with too many civilians. And besides, until now you had nobody willing (or stupid enough) to test it with.

You shake your head. I can’t. I’m scared I’ll hurt you.

“Hey, listen, listen” he spins you round to face him, puts his hands on either side of your arms and looks directly into your eyes “You stay here… I’ll stand far back behind you. Just start off by whispering something.” 

You chew your lip. This is terrifying. 

“But only if you want to, Birdie. You can communicate with me through texts and eye-rolls for the rest of our lives if you don’t want to do this.”

The rest of our lives. Fuck, Adrian. Even if the rest of your lives are longer than another 24 hours, you probably will end up only communicating by text- in different time zones.

Just for a moment, you decide to ignore your impending doom. You take a deep breath, wipe the palms of your hands on your suit and grip the sides of the dryer again, staring hard at the table in the distance.

“I…” your voice is hoarse “I don’t know what to say,” you whisper. The broken glass on the table vibrates and fallen leaves blow gently across the forest floor. What the fuck? This isn’t so bad…

“Adrian,” excitement builds and your heart pounds in your chest “Adrian, did you hear that?!” As your volume increases, the leaves blow more violently. You hear his footsteps as he comes closer. It seems like everything behind you is safe. 

“Fuck, yes!” you exclaim- a small whirlwind of leaves forms “Listen to me now…” Quick- what’s a swear word you’ve wanted to say for a long time? “you MI6 dickheads!” you finish somewhat lamely.

It’s punctuated by the small table falling over unimpressively.

You turn around, and Adrian looks proud. Dizziness engulfs you and you stumble straight into his arms.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

A little woozy but you don’t care, you just respond by kissing him deeply, passionately. Your eyelashes and cheeks feel wet so you close your eyes tighter and press your whole body into his as he grabs your face with both hands as if trying to absorb your very being. The two of you pull apart for air and he wipes your eyes with his gloved hands without comment or flourish. 

Sure, you’re not going to be able to find an abandoned forest clearing every day but… wow. All you needed was someone reckless enough to test something so insane with you. And yet despite his recklessness, you feel so protected by him, so encouraged… and so fucking turned on.

“I forgot how ridiculously hot your accent was. I’m gonna start reading your texts in a British accent. Your sexts are gonna sound a hundred times dirtier now-”

You interrupt with a kiss. You kiss his lips, his neck and continue to kiss down his rough kevlar suit as you fall to your knees in front of him and desperately pull at the fastening of his tactical trousers.

His lighting quick reflexes grab your arm, shocked by your sudden movement. Realisation crosses his face as he understands what you’re doing. 

“I thought for a second there you were fainting, Birdie.” he laughs “But you just want this?” he stops your hand from pulling at the fastening and places it on top of the fabric, covering his erection. You nod at him. 

He looks down at you in mock contemplation “Y’know I’d be risking my life by doing this… I hear your throat is a pretty fucking dangerous place to be.”

You lock eyes with him and open your mouth slowly, presenting your tongue to him, keeping eye contact. He blinks at you like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“Fuck,” he unfastens his trousers quickly and you help him by yanking them down, exposing his legs just how he likes it. It’s been less than 24 hours since you last saw his cock, yet you’re still taken aback - your phone screen doesn’t adequately reflect his size. You kiss and lick the shaft, purposefully avoiding the tip. You run your tongue up the underside of him, giving him low slow licks and you can feel his breath shuddering. 

He puts his hand through your hair and tightens his grip. Your teasing is driving him crazy. He tries to encourage your mouth towards his head but you pull back, give him a stern look and shake your head.

You know the danger turns him on, so you look up at him and point to your throat. Remember what I can do if you’re not patient.

He grins and excitement flashes in his eyes “Jesus, okay Birdie.”

You take your time kissing his thighs and slowly start licking his length again and he lets out an anguished whimper. It takes you back to the van after he had just been tortured by Goff. That was when you first really noticed he was a real, warm-blooded actual human - and not just a killing machine in a suit. You desired two things that night- to kill Goff in revenge and to hear Vigilante whimper like that again.

You open your mouth wide to suck on his balls, and his skin responds to your hot mouth, tightening and lifting.

“Birdie… please…”

Poor Adrian. 

You take his cock in your hand, wrap your lips around the head and swirl your tongue across it, tasting the precum leaking from his tip.

As you take him in, your lips stretch and you feel him shudder. You close your eyes, carefully concentrating on not making any noise as you open your jaw to let in as much of him as you can. He takes both his hands and puts them through your hair.

“C-can I…” he gasps “Please let me fuck that dangerous, pretty throat of yours.”

He is fucking insane. Any other man would be terrified- but not Adrian. You look up into his bespectacled eyes and nod. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. If anyone unzipped your catsuit right now they’d find a fucking mess.

He gently starts rocking his hips, showing surprising restraint. You reach up to help him and grab his hips, pulling him toward your face. His throbbing erection pulses on your tongue and you slide your hands around to grab hold of his cute little butt, opening your throat and encouraging him to thrust deeper.

“You’re so fucking good at sucking my dick, Birdie.” he pants “The queen of super-fucking-sonic deepthroating.” You close your eyes tightly, trying your hardest not to moan in response. You feel your throat stretching as you pick up the pace and move your head faster.

Fuck he’s big. Every suck, every bob of your head is a concentrated effort.

But you want him to remember this night forever. Every time he strokes himself, you want him to think about you, the one that got away. The one who could fit every last inch down their throat. 

“Shit, shit, shit” he pulls out of you quickly before you can stop him. “Shit, I almost blew my load.” Grabbing his hips again, your eyes plead- cum down my throat.

“Nonononono - no fucking way,” but he looks at your parted lips with a pained expression- you’re making it really fucking difficult for him to say no. “I can actually hear you this time. So I’m gonna bend you over that dryer and you’re gonna scream my name as loud as you need to, B.”

You’re already embarrassingly wet for him, just from sucking his cock and now, oh god, he’s going to see your soaking wet cunt aching for him. He hooks his hands under your arms and hoists you to your feet. You’re unceremoniously flipped around as he roughly shoves you over the dryer.

Your hands grip onto the sides of it while he runs his hands all over your body, under his borrowed cardigan, reaching around to squeeze your tits. He pulls the cardigan off over your head without bothering to unzip it. You hear it landing on the ground, followed by his two gloves and all you can do is watch his bare hands find your chest again. You gasp when he gives your nipples a firm pinch through your suit.

“Is this what you wanted when you were fucking yourself on camera for me last night, Birdie?”

“Y-yes” you breathe, barely an audible whisper. 

“Oh, man…” Just the fact you can audibly respond is wrecking him. 

He sweeps your hair to the side and finds your suit’s zip at the nape of your neck.

“When I first met you, all I remember thinking was about what you’d be wearing under this tight fucking suit.”

You hold on with bated breath, waiting for him to notice.

He pulls the zip down slowly and you feel the cool night air on your exposed back. Your skin has become so feverishly hot inside your suit, the temperature change is a welcome one. 

“No sports bra today?” He sounds surprised.

He gives you one long lick along the bare skin up the curve of your spine and you shudder. He reaches around to pull your suit off of your arms and drags the fabric down the rest of your body. You’re almost completely naked apart from your combat boots and the pool of fabric around your ankles. 

There’s silence as he takes in the scene in front of him.

“Have…” he swallows “Have you been wearing nothing under here all day? And you didn’t even think to tell me?”

You give him a provocative look over your shoulder.

A hand comes down on the side of your ass- hard- and a yelp escapes from your lips. 

“Do you think this gives me pleasure? Spanking you like the naughty girl you are?” You can tell by the sound of his voice he’s grinning “Because it does.” 

Interesting. 

“But you can tell me if it gets too much for you.” he adds in a hushed voice.

“I think I can handle it.” you scoff, not daring to turn around this time.

“Oh yeah?” he can’t hide his excitement as he reaches his right hand around to toy with your pussy. You tilt your head back in pleasure. He presses his mouth to your ear and whispers “We’ll see about that.”

He brings his fingers up in front of your face- they glisten with your slick in the dusk light “Look at you, you’re fucking soaked for me already.”

Colour creeps over your face and chest as you flush hot red. He returns the hand to your clit. You feel his left hand underneath you, tracing his fingers along your folds.

“It was killing me watching you sink your fingers into this tight little cunt last night. You looked desperate for help.”

Two thick fingers part your folds and slide into you up to his knuckle. He slowly moves them in and out, as his other hand keeps working on that small, clutch of nerves. 

“Who’s better at this Birdie? Me or you?”

Your grip tightens on the dryer. You already feel humiliatingly close. Your hips bump impatiently back into him.

“Y-you are,” you admit, gasping. 

“And who’s the better marksman?”

You pause, holding your breath when a stubborn, wicked thought crosses your mind. 

“I am.”

“Ohhh, wrong answer, Birdie,” he withdraws his fingers from inside you but keeps his other hand exactly where it was on your clit “I never knew you were such a brat. Only good girls get to cum on my fingers.”

He brings his left hand down and swats you again on the ass with his signature precision, on the exact same spot. You feel the sting in the cold night air.

“Come on, you had your fun teasing me when you were sucking my dick, right? Are you gonna behave for me now?”

You remain obstinately silent - the only sound is your breathing as Adrian begins rubbing small circles around your clit with his rough, calloused fingers again. With anguish, you realise his touch is getting lighter. You move your hips despairingly, trying to feel the pressure again.

He tuts “C’mon… now what did I say about good girls? ”

You’re desperate for his touch again and so relent.

“I’ll-“ you gulp and whisper, staring straight ahead “I’ll be good. Your good girl.”

“Who’s better at playing with your pussy?”

Pressure returns to your clit and you almost wail in relief. You feel his other hand, fingers running over your slit again.

“You are.”

He slides in one digit and keeps it perfectly still.

“Who’s the best marksman”

You writhe, urging him to move in and out of you again. “Y-you are.”

A second digit enters your pussy.

“Look at you fucking squirming. Now tell me who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

“You are” you choke, this time honestly and without hesitation.

He starts working in and out of you again and your walls clench around him, grateful for his return.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours”

“Say it, baby- who does it belong to?”

“Adrian… I mean, Vigilante. Fuck, I don’t-”

His rubbing speeds up while the fingers inside you are tapping that spot that makes your whole body seize up.

“Who are you never getting rid of?”

Your poor, scrambled brain seems to glitch. The intelligence machine inside you wants to respond logically but your limbic system is screaming at you to respond obediently- anything to keep him doing what he’s doing.

“Wha-? I can’t-” you gasp as your mind whirs. The mission. London. Home. Adrian. Here. Me. You. Fuck.

“Fuck the mission. Tell me you’re never getting rid of me.” 

“I’m- I’m never” you pant, feeling the orgasm ready to burst from you from your centre “Never getting rid of you… Oh, fuck.” 

Mouth parting, you say his name like a prayer, over and over. The forest surroundings seem to echo the pulsing waves through your body. You hear leaves blowing and branches shaking violently up ahead. Your eyes squeeze shut- an amalgamation of the fear of what you’re capable of and the pleasure his fingers are granting your body.

You cum- hard.

You’re thankful for the dryer supporting your weight as you try to steady yourself. Slowly, you open your eyes.

Observing the forest ahead, you can see your surroundings are undamaged. Thank god. Though the idea that he might have made you cum so hard that you brought down a tree would be funny if it wasn’t so frightening. 

You feel the weight of his body on top of yours as he leans in to kiss your shoulder blade. He kisses you sweetly. There’s a wet sound as Adrian extracts his fingers and rubs your slick on his cock. Already? You’ve barely resumed normal breathing.

“You get so wet when you cum, don’t you? God damn.”

Grabbing your hip with one hand, he forces you against the cool metal of the dryer with the other. You wiggle to reposition yourself but his hands steady you, holding you exactly where he wants you. Using the toe of his combat boot, he purposely knocks your stance wider.

“Nuh-uh, Birdie - you’ve had your fun. This is for me.”

Holy fuck. Your body presses against the cold dryer as you wait in anticipation. You feel the thick head of his cock at the entrance of your pussy, you’re still twitching from the aftershock. You hold your breath waiting for him to penetrate you.

And then, much more slowly than expected, he sheathes himself into you. Is he trying not to cum? He groans softly as he feels your warm pussy enveloping him. 

“Your pussy gets so tight when you cum too.” 

He rocks his hips, pushing them flush against your ass and grinding into you.

“No matter what happens tomorrow,” he says “We’re not gonna forget tonight in a hurry.”

He’s vocalising the exact same thought you had when you were sucking his dick. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry at how stupidly made for each other you are.

His hands squeeze the soft flesh of your hips- one of his thumbs brushes the red handprint on your left cheek “Ouch- poor Birdie”

“That’s… that’s nothing.” It’s a lie. It stings, but god it felt fucking good. He halts his grinding motion. You glance over your shoulder and catch his eye.

“Oh yeah?” You nod and turn to face straight ahead again, hiding the smile that crosses your face. 

“Barely felt a thing.” You clench your muscles, squeezing tight around him.

“You want me to even this out, baby?”

You open your mouth to respond but the breath is knocked out of you as he pulls his hips back and slams back into you - your diaphragm ramming into the edge of the dryer. 

There’s nothing sweet now about the way he starts fucking you. Already lost in his own pleasure, he drills into you and your breath hitches with every thrust, unable to take a full gulp of air. 

He slaps your other, unblemished asscheek even harder and a sharp wince escapes your lips that sends a shockwave across the forest floor. The disturbance of your environment seems to spur him on even more.

“Come on baby, let’s cause some real fucking damage.”

He shoves his fingers into your mouth and you draw your tongue across them. He moves his hand down to roll your clit between his fingers but you jerk your hips away- the sensation is overwhelming. 

“What, do you need a break? Do you need a fucking break? Too bad Birdie, I’m not done with you yet.”

You feel your insides seizing as he continues to pound deep inside you. You try to move and adjust yourself slightly, but he refuses to change his stance, holding fast to his rhythm. 

“Look at you fucking writhing. Are you too overstimulated?” He laughs maniacally over the slapslapslapslapslap of him fucking you. His laughter sets everything below your waist alight and your pussy clamps down on him in a vicelike grip. 

“You gonna tap out Birdie?” No way.

“Keep- keep… fuck-” 

“Yeah?” he cuts over you “Wouldn’t matter- your pussy is all fucking mine. And I’ll do what I want with it.”

His possessiveness and the feeling of overstimulated bliss fucking debilitates you. Adrian keeps ploughing into you and you grind your hips back as much as the constricted space allows.

Your panting picks up, in pace and volume and you feel yourself on the brink of release again. 

“Fuckfuckfuck…”  you moan, each utterance punctuated with the wet slapping of his thrusts. Sonic waves disturb the forest floor in even bigger ripples. You know you should be concerned but your head feels hazy and the only sensation you can focus on is how Adrian’s cock is hammering you.

“I need- fuck- C-cum in me, Adrian. Deep. Please.”

The very atmosphere seems to become pressurised as he fucks you, and maybe it actually does because Adrian says “Come on. Bring this place down Birdie. Fucking scream for me.” He increases his efforts and the dryer starts clanging with every single thrust.

Everything goes out of focus, white-hot pleasure rips you apart from the inside as you let out an ear-splitting scream into the clearance as you cum- a scream you’ve never cried before. Your insides clamp down fiercely, spasming and arching underneath him. 

Blood rushes in your ears and you open up your eyes just in time to see it. More than a dozen giant fir trees begin to tumble as if felled. Your head starts to spin.

“Gonna- fuck, I’m gonna…” Adrian grabs onto both your hips and you hear him take a sharp inhale of breath through gritted teeth “S-such a dangerous, fuck, fucking mouth. And a tight… fucking… cunt.”

He pummels into you as deep as he can- one, two, three, four more times. 

You shut your eyes, fighting the headrush. In front of you, the sound of crashing. Behind you, a sudden heavy weight as Adrian shudders on top of you, cumming deep inside your helpless pussy. He groans, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you as he empties his load. 

You both lie, breathing raggedly for a few moments. He pulls out of you and steps back to stare at his cum leaking from your swollen cunt. He lets out a low whistle, as his gaze draws upwards and he observes the entire scene in front of him. 

You barely manage to open your eyes but when you do… shit. Total devastation. A lot of trees have tumbled down into the empty clearing- the closet one only six feet from you. What have I done?

Your head is spinning. You try to stand up but your legs cave in. 

“Shit- Birdie?” you hear Adrian’s footsteps rush towards you.

You slump back over the dryer. And everything goes black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The crackle and smell of bonfire wake you up.

Adrian sips a bottle of Budweiser, watching you intently. He grins as you come up to rest on your elbows.

You’ve gone back in time. To the night you first crept into his tent.

Wait- am I naked?

You look down and a thick burgundy and grey cardigan is covering your modesty, and you’re lying on a plaid blanket. To your left are your combat boots and your suit sits neatly folded atop them. 

It jogs your memory. You haven’t gone back in time- if anything you’ve skipped forward. You just passed out after… you whip your head around to look at the destruction. The pile of giant fir trees in the middle of the clearing. You sit upright and hold your head in your hands.

“Hey, hey, hey…” reassures Adrian, he jumps up from his seat on the forest floor and comes over next to you on the blanket. He’s shirtless but still wearing his tactical trousers. “Those trees were like, really old. Some of the oldest in Washington. It was about time they were cut down.”

You blink at him incredulously. That is not how trees work at all.

“So what you brought down a few trees? I mean, like, whoops, yeah that sucks but there’s nothing you can do about it now except move on.” He cracks open your can of beer and passes it to you. You sip it contemplatively.

You gesture to Adrian - where’s my phone?

He points to your combat boots and you crawl over to retrieve it from inside your left boot. You open your messages with him and shuffle back over to sit beside him on the blanket before typing:

Blackbird: Did I faint? xx

“I thought you had maybe passed out from, y’know, all the screaming. But then you started snoring like a baby so, I guess not? And you snore loud by the way. I’m glad your nasal cavity isn’t supersonic.”

Blackbird: How did I get over here? xx

“What? Do you think I dragged you by the ankles or something? Jeez.”

You smile, shaking your head and you let your head fall onto his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry I carried you. An Intelligence Officer and a Gentleman. It was super smooth.”

He pulls you into a one-armed hug and kisses the top of your head. The forest is pitch black now and when you look up you can see stars. The only sound is the gentle snapping of the fire-

‘I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world’ - Adrian’s phone rings.

“Hello? Where am I? I’m…” he looks at you panic-stricken “I’m in Blackbird’s motel room.”

You mouth ‘What?’

He covers his phone with one hand and whispers “What? You want me to tell them about your deforestation, Ronald McDonald?”

You cross your arms and shoot daggers at him.

“Nope, nothing… Dude, what? No, I haven’t watched the news. Uhh, no the TV is not working in here… Yep. Birdie broke it. Classic Blackbird. Uhh… can she check on her phone?”

He looks at you expectantly and you pull up the news app. There’s a photo of a police officer giving a press conference. The headline reads:

‘PEACEMAKER DIARY LINKED TO MURDER OF 33 VICTIMS’

The pit of your stomach drops and you turn the screen to face Adrian. Hadn’t Murn smoothed everything over with the diary?

“Wait isn’t that the same guy who killed those police officers earlier? I thought you didn’t keep a diary? Dude, I would read anything you wrote. I bet you do some bomb poetry… Uh-huh… Okay... First thing tomorrow. Yup, I’ll tell her… Okay. Love you, bye.”

He points at your screen “That was supposed to be Murn’s guy on the inside. Now they know we’re coming for the cow so we need to leave here at sunrise.”

Blackbird: We’re sleeping here? xx

“I mean… I have the tent? Or it’s a nice night, we could just sleep here under the stars.” He lies back on the blanket with his hands behind his head. You finish the rest of your beer, lie down and cuddle into his chest.

He reaches down to grab a handful of your ass but you flinch involuntarily as he brushes one of the welts he left with his hand.

“Oh no…” he says, horror-struck. “Your poor, juicy butt.” You suppress a giggle with your hand. He guides you onto your front and trails gentle kisses down the curve of your back and onto both of your asscheeks. 

He comes back up and lies on his back again, you crawl on top of him and lie across his chest, your chin resting on intertwined fingers.

“It wasn’t too much right?”

Yeah, right. You roll your eyes. He grins at the familiarity of your expression.

“We should pick a safe word next ti-”

He cuts himself off. You’re both thinking the same thing- there probably won’t be a next time.

“I’m glad I got to live out my biggest fantasy before we have to go and kill the cow tomorrow. Well- second biggest.”

You text him.

Blackbird: Which fantasy was that…? xx

“Fucking a girl so hard she brings an entire forest down.” 

You snort in disbelief.

“What? Every guy has that fantasy!” he looks at you over the rim of his glasses “Trust me.”

Blackbird: Okay- what’s your #1 fantasy then? Xx

He thinks for a moment.

“Probably having sex in a car.”

You point at his Sebring and raise your eyebrows.

“No, I mean, well yeah, if you’re asking like, right now? Then absolutely- just give me like thirty minutes. But I was thinking more like a cool car. Like a Corvette. Maybe we drink beer bongs. And some dolphins do backflips in the distance.”

You stare at him with amusement as he looks dreamily off into the distance. He is being 100% serious.

“What’s so funny!? Fine- what’s yours then?”

No way. You bury your face in your hands. He pushes your hair out of your face and brings your chin up to look at him.

“Come on… try me. I dare you.”

Blackbird: It’s really, really detailed xx

“Well, start typing! I’ve got all night” He looks over your shoulder at your screen.

Blackbird: Okay…

Blackbird: It starts off in a fancy hotel

He interrupts “Like the one you’re staying in here?”

Blackbird: No, like a REALLY fancy hotel. Like the ones MI6 would me up in. The Ritz, The Plaza, The Waldorf Astoria… that kind of thing 

“What the difference?” You glare at him. Let me finish. He holds his hands up.

Blackbird: Okay, so I’m getting ready for a party. I’m dressed to the nines- red satin dress, hair done, makeup done, heels- the works. And then a masked intruder breaks into my room. He’s here to rob the safe but

You flush bright pink. You put your phone face down and hide your face with your hands again. 

“C’mon- finish! I’m on the edge of my freaking seat here. What does he do?!”

You pick up your phone again reluctantly.

Blackbird: He wasn’t expecting me to be here and… he ties me up and… has his way with me xx

His eyes dart across the screen and you flip the phone over in embarrassment the second he’s done reading.

“That was so oddly specific.” he laughs “But I kind of have a boner right now. Damn… I’d love to see you dressed up like that.”

Blackbird: Maybe I know a masked Vigilante who could help me out with that one day xx

“You mean me, right?”

You punch his arm softly, trying really, really hard not to roll your eyes again. There’s a moment’s silence, interrupted by you leaning over and opening another beer.

“Birdie, can I ask you something?”

Oh god. Not the elephant in the room. Tomorrow.

“Do you… d’you think it says a lot about me that my best friend isn’t capable of speech?”

You give him a sceptical look. Peacemaker is capable of speech. Eagly?

It’s his turn to playfully punch your arm.

Oh.

“Peacemaker was giving me shit earlier… I said he liked Goff and Eagly so much because they were incapable of speech. He kind of threw it back in my face and brought you up.”

You shake your head in disbelief. Fucking Peacemaker.

Blackbird: Everyone except Chris knows we communicate just fine. I think he’s jealous. Even Harcourt and Adebayo think we’re good together xx

“You’ve… you’ve talked to them about me?” You nod and his whole demeanour changes- that seems to have satisfied his worries. You on the other hand… your chest is filled with anxiety.

Blackbird: Are you nervous about tomorrow? xx

“Nah,” he says, looking up at the stars “I’ve got a feeling everything will all work out in the end.”

He strokes your hair as you play with the ring pull of your beer can, trying not to think about tomorrow. Maybe you should try his brand of optimism.

Blackbird: Maybe if we survive I could rent a Corvette and we could drive to the Four Seasons in Seattle before I have to go home? It’s one of those REALLY fancy hotels I mentioned xx

His eyes light up as he reads “Are you serious? Hell yeah! And then maybe we can check out the aquarium afterwards?”

Sure. You return his enthusiasm with a grin.

A while later, once you’re both stuffed with junk food, Adrian retrieves his sleeping bag from the boot of his car, lays it out on the blanket and you both crawl in. Your eyelids feel so heavy- screaming your lungs out was fun, but by god, it’s exhausted you. 

You settle into his arms. Honestly, this was probably the best night of your life. The light-up display on your watch tells you it’s one in the morning- only four hours until you have to come crashing back to reality and haul ass back to the motel before sunrise.

Closing your eyes, you will yourself to dream of a life here- in Evergreen with Adrian- that doesn’t end in a blaze of gunfire and supersonic shockwaves.

But instead, you pass out, into a deep, dreamless and much-needed sleep.

Chapter 4: No Time to Cry

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Chapter 5 - Anti-Thesis

One would think Katrina's life couldn't border away from the limits of perfection; What more was for her to desire? She's already gotten her freedom, some kind of excitement in her life in the form of the demon and how he was able to catch her interest so; Her wholesome reunion with her fiance, and her friendship with the prefects was very much appreciated also.

Being able to study so many subjects, especially her main area of interest, and then going hang out with Edgar by the flower field, with him playing with her hair, and she would read her medical textbooks, resting her head on his lap. At some point, she even was gifted a beautifully embroidered handkerchief, done with his own hands - She was going to cherish it forever. It was the first time she was able to learn what camaraderie truly was, as she received and offered help to peers, older or younger than her.

To think that her simple yet equally brilliant idea of going to Undertaker would upturn her whole life, and would make her experience happiness at its peak. The ignorant bliss of an ordinary life. She was compelled to write weekly letters to her benefactor, expressing her gratitude and telling him all the gossips and stories that she wanted to tell him over a cup of tea, but could not.

However, all fairy tales have some kind of dark twist of events, and for Katrina, said critical point of ultimate distress materialised as Derek Arden, the Duke of Clemens' son... Otherwise known as the cousin of the Queen herself. From an outside perspective, Derek was the embodiment of perfection, without the littlest flaw to him.

Of course, being a vixen herself, she could sense the cunning lies that hid behind the seraphic mask he was hiding behind - Much like Sebastian himself, a butler without a flaw is suspicious without a speck of doubt, yet unlike the demon, Arden was the devil only in an adjective sense, a devil in human's skin.

He bullies people, he beats them, accuses them baselessly, he makes them do his homework, his embroideries, his poems... He does nothing except blackmail people into doing his bidding, and of course, Katrina, with her detective sense, without even meaning to, found him out. Adrian Crevan, however, was the protegee of the Prefects, a seemingly perfect young gentleman himself who excelled in various studies - The perfect victim for the privileged young man who had it all.

But during one of Adrian Crevan's nights of berating, degradation and physical altercations, one of Arden's own goonies manhandled him so roughly that he managed to rip the expensive textile of his clothing, revealing his secret - Adrian Crevan was actually a cross-dressing lady with no right to study in a men's only college. Much was the Duke's son's delight as he had something to extort and threaten to reveal her secret - He was gracious enough not to report her, of course, with the right price of working for him, just like everyone else.

Not only that, but he found out her true identity and that she was engaged to Edgar Redmond; Adding that to knowing the prefects already knew of her, their reputation was going to be tarnished if these things were to be made public - A huge scandal was going to take place. The daughter of the High Court Judge making a mockery of the tradition of London's most prestigious college, and the nephew of the renowned Viscount Druitt - While he, the son of Duke Clemens, the cousin of the Queen herself, will be shown in a graceful light as he did the righteous thing of revealing the truth he uncovered.

Katrina had just gotten a taste of happiness, she didn't want it to be so harshly taken away from her like that. She couldn't have that. She had to be saved somehow, to unmask the devilry of his actions and get justice without also being brought down the drain herself. She couldn't even get back home to get some relief, some kind of de-stressing, laugh with the Undertaker, flirt and give a hard time to Sebastian, beat Grell up and spew slander at William - There was nothing more she needed than to be allowed the comfort of her little home, and perhaps something to sooth her bruised skin.

Every day, without fail, late at night when she was sure there was no one spying, she would send a line into the complaint box, written in golden ink on an elegant black stationary paper. 

"𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓍'𝓈 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀ℯ𝓃 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉ℴ 𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓇. 𝒲𝒽ℴ'𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝓍ℯ𝓃 𝓃ℴ𝓌, ℐ 𝓌ℴ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇?"

Likewise, it seemed as though Edgar was able to figure out there was something wrong with, based on her speaking less than usual, and even flinching at the slightest of touches; The poor blond would flash confused, worried glances her way - At the same time, Derek would smirk at her, reminding her of their unspeakable deal. How long would it take for either of the Prefects would realise, she wondered.

She hoped soon, because she wasn't sure how long her body could take this frequent abuse before her milky complexion would turn blue, purple, black and yellow, and every other shade in-between. She was supposed to be a lady, how in the world could she possibly show herself with bruises and marks all all over her arms. Not only for her sake, but for everyone else who was in the same situation, she hoped this nightmare would end soon... Though she doubted that would be the case, as she noticed even the Vice-Principal being an accomplice, an arrogant man, bribed with alcohol and favour.

Weeks passed at an alarming pace, and nothing was being done. Realising that the Prefects still had no idea of the horrors and corruption happening right under their noses, she came up with the idea of dedicating a poem to them. Along with the other bullied boys, they came up with the perfect key-words that would have just the perfect amount of vagueness that it would attract the eye and wonder their enigma. She was almost proud of the way she was capable of writing coded lines - Blue ink instead of black, to subtly highlight the words of interest. Kat knew her fiance the best - Him, of all people, should be able to pick up on such a difference; His keen sight was always attentive to detail, and there was none like him, capable of deciphering the true meaning of the poem.

"𝒲𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒯𝒽ℴ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝓎𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓀ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯℊ𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ, ℒℯ𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝒶 𝒷ℯ𝓃ℯ𝓋ℴ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓅ℴ𝓈𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅 ℴ𝒻 𝒷ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁, 𝒜 𝓃𝒶𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓉ℴ𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓀ℯ. 𝒲𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈ℴ, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈. 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓂ℯ 𝓁ℯℊℯ𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓅ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉, 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒢ℴ𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒹ℯ𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉."

Derek Arden was Deprived of Light... They will understand it when they sees it.

As expected, that jerk, along with his friends, got three of the bullied kids beaten up and on the ground, and everyone was making fun of then, as they watched. Katrina, also was there, and though she wasn't being hit with the cricket paddle, Arden's hand was tightly gripping her hair, slammed her into the wall, her clothes pulled to ripping point, so close that she had to meekly hold her arms to hold the cloth properly over her chest. She daren't even attempt to fight back or claw her way out of his grasp, fearing being physically exposed in all her shame. Thankfully, the scene was interrupted by the door opening, and through it stepped Edgar himself, his eyes wide, shocked, and pained at the display before him. "Derek...?" there was nothing but horror in his eyes, as the culprit looked back, feeling busted. His grip loosened, allowing the lady room to wiggle away, but she couldn't fight him off. "Deprived of light... All results were fake. You took other's talents through despicable means and used them to make yourself shine... I should have known when you couldn't decipher that poem..." Edgar gritted his teeth in anger and guilt whilst Bluewer ushered everyone to their dorms.

"Sheesh... I ONLY NEEDED ONE MORE YEAR!" Derek yelled, grabbing Katrina and putting her in a choke hold with one arm, while the other oscillated between holding her tightly by the waist, or gesticulating. "I'm the heir to a famous Marquis house, right? My family have been prefects here for generations and all. I'm so over that. I didn't even want to go, but they just threw me into this place. So, can't you just overlook it when I want to let off some steam? In return, I'll supply you with a much bigger donation than everyone else, from my dad. If you like, I'll even accept a Y so..." Derek kept talking cockily, but Herman had none of it.

"STOP FOOLING AROUND, AND LET HER GO! The principal will hear about this from the Vice-Principal! Be prepared for a fitting punishment!" Herman yelled at him, hating this injustice, but he was unaware of the true corruption at hand.

"Did you hear that?" he called out, revealing the Vice-Principal himself, looking down with sheer arrogance at them.

"Vice-Principal Agares?! What is the meaning of this?! Why are you...?" Edgar blinked in confusion and betrayal.

"I see the situation. Derek and four others... You will receive 2 Y for being out at night." the VP spoke sternly, making Derek push her away and let out a fake and slurred apology.

"To think that even in the most prestigious London College, such inconceivable corruption could take place. Bullying, beating, blackmail, corruption, physical, verbal and sexual harassment, alcohol and drug dealing, getting out of the school premises, manipulating, extorting, forgery... And so many more... And yet you, Vice-Principal, would rather sell yourself for a bottle of whiskey and the grace of the Duke's family. You are as despicable for accepting it, as he is, for being the mastermind behind all this." seeing as the truth was revealed and there was little she could do anymore except speak out, considering she may get kicked out school.

She struggled to keep her clothes intact and still properly covering them, though the VP had no mercy hearing her talk back to him like that. He backhanded her so bad, she stumbled away. "The only thing I can see needing to be reported to the principal is that a nosy, impertinent woman found her way inside an all boys' school, and Derek was righteous enough to speak against rule-breaking." his eyes were bored and cold, looking down at her as though she was less than scum, and even lesser.

"The principal had already accepted me. You cannot take that away from me." she glared at him, seething through her teeth. 

"B-But...! We can't let this get swept under the rug just like that!" Edgar tried to speak once again, only to feel the harshness of the VP.

"This year's prefects are quite rude and hide so many important secrets. Even more, you dare voice your opinions against the Vice-Principal? If you don't want to follow her route and be expelled for rule-breaking, I suggest you shut up and go on with your lives as you've done so far." he glared at his, making Katrina gasp at his words.

"Expelled?! You have no right to expel me! I can have you thrown out of here - There are enough witnesses who saw you selling yourself for a bottle of whiskey and some money, you disgusting, arrogant bastard!" she barked back at him, only to see the VP smirking wretchedly at her, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

"That's what rule-breakers deserve, you insolent woman." was the VP's response, as Derek started stretching next to him.

"Ah, man, I feel so down. Next year I'll have to be a prefect, huh?" he whined as Edgar rushed to her side, holding her to his chest protectively. Not only was the shock of the discovery enough to shake him to the core, but he had to watch his fiance being belittled and oppressed to an unimaginable degree.

Things turned a far different turn than they expected however, as Herman, in an impulsive fit of angry rage, used his Cricket paddle to hit Derek Arden over the head, as hard as his muscles could muster up strength. The first to grasp the gravity of the situation were the too Violet Wolves who rushed to the doors to block everyone from leaving the room, whilst Bluewer and Edgar held down the Vice-Principal... Allowing the Lion to kill everyone.

Many minutes were needed for everything to settle down with a graveyard silence; Violet took off his cloak and covered the lady, hiding her form carefully. Katrina went to each and every one of the victims, taking their pulse - She confirmed they were all dead. There was no way anyone could survive taking a paddle to the head, if it came from that musclehead Greenhill.

"I-It's all my fault... What did I do..." the poor boy was shaking, his grip tightening on the paddle.

"No." Katrina sighed. "This is all on me." her fingers went deep into her locks. "For weeks now, Arden had known my secret, and took advantage of it. I had reached the limit point of despair, and realised there was something I needed to do - It was either giving up my education... And the other, unmasking his sins. I knew the VP was involved, but... Damn." she sighed once again. "If I knew this was going to happen... If I knew I would implicate all of you... That this would happen... I wouldn't have bothered... I would have simply continued to take it for as long as needed. I am so sorry... I... I'm so sorry I got you in this mess."

"You didn't have a choice - Either of you. It was right of you to report the crimes, and they had to be punished accordingly." Bluewer shook his head, reassuring the two that neither of them was baring any ill-will. "As it stands, Greenhill will get the blame and Miss Raymond will be expelled."

"...I have an idea. Will you leave it to me?" Edgar sighed, having a plan.

"No... I can't have you commit a crime as well." Herman shook his head, almost crying.

"And I can't have you punished for being the mastermind of this reveal. I called you here, so I created this domino effect." Katrina crouched to grasp the bloody paddle from his hands.

"Katrina, not only as a Prefect, but the Prefect of your own house no less, it was me who should have protected you, and all the other Violet Wolves. I failed. We all did." Gregory got next to her, one hand on her shoulder, squeezing it, while the other was holding the handle of the murder weapon. "We're all in this together. You are not the only Prefect here, Greenhill." Violet said, walking next to me and grasping the handle as well.

"Yes. We are sworn to protect this school." Bluewer nodded, joining in.

"For that purpose we will proudly commit a crime." Edgar joined as well, making the poor Green Prefect gasp in emotion.

Kat, also, couldn't help but look down, biting her lip. Sooner rather than later, this crime will be revealed, and the Queen will be sending her Dog to investigate the situation, with her trailing behind shamelessly, playing dumb of the whole ordeal. It was going to be a great mess. If she thought dealing with Derek's abuse was the epitome of bad, the moment the Queen suspects foul play, it's all over.

After finding out the principal was conveniently on a trip around the world, Edgar admitted the potential plan of human resuscitation could potentially work. Though she wanted to ask more about such a ridiculous ordeal - How could dead humans come back to life, after all? That went beyond the laws of nature! - Her fiance placed a kiss on her forehead, begging her to forget everything that happened. It wasn't for a lovely lady like her to deal with. He was the man, and he was going to be dealing with this mess, one way or another.

Just as conveniently, Katrina received a letter from the Undertaker, stating that Ciel was ready to investigate the Noah Circus, so it was time for yet another well-deserved break. Honestly, after such hellish chaos, she wanted to get out of there faster. In spite of her dreadful feeling when thinking of the College, knowing that her dear fiance was there to protect her was rather endearing. A warm feeling was always engulfing her heart, whenever she thought of Edgar. How lucky she was, having such a kind, reliable man as her future husband. If all else fails in life, perhaps hiding inside his manor for the rest of her days and becoming that pretty eye-candy lady accessory at his side, batting her lashes and fanning herself lazily didn't sound as bad anymore.

Finally arrived at home, Katrina slept through the whole day - It felt so good, finally able to relax properly and take a hot bath in the comfort of her own home, where there was no risk of getting caught for being a man. Truly, she's accidentally seen enough male private parts when passing the showers, and she was pretty sure she needn't see one more for a few lifetimes.  Concerned for her health, the mortician checked on the sleeping lady every two hours, and though he'd softly called out her name and ask if she wanted to eat something or drink some tea, he was met with not even a tweak of her body. The poor girl was entirely defeated. Once she did open her eyes, however, she was met with a tray with lots of food and tea - The Undertaker was ready to have a jovial late breakfast with his cute, little fox - There was, after all, so much gossip to catch up to!

His easy-going grin faltered however, as he put down his cup and extended his hands to grasp her arm, his long, black nails gently trailing up her arm, rolling up the fabric of her sleeve, revealing the large spots of unnatural colour painting her skin. "What in the world could have happened, my dear?" his voice was unexpectedly somber, at least an octave lower than usual.

"O-Oh... Don't worry too much about that. I... Got injured during cricket practice. Violet wants me in the team. Needless to say, Greenhill doesn't exactly know when to play casually." her awkward chuckle, however, didn't impress the man.

"There is something you haven't told me, isn't it? What is it that you're hiding?" he asked, his face leaning closer to her, weirdly intimidating.

"It's really not something to be concerned about. Not anymore, at least. The, uh... The rotten part of the golden apple had been cut off and thrown in the trash." despite saying that, she couldn't look at him directly.

"And would the Queen miss that golden apple, or is she not interested in fruit?" it was always uncomfortable almost, speaking in metaphors like that, especially with him.

"The Queen has always been rather fond of apple pie... But nobody was aware that those apples were poisoned and were parasiting every other fruit in the orchard." she muttered softly. "I only hope no animals will be thrown around to find this golden apple."

"Don't you worry, my sweetling. Even if that were to happen, the single, most appealing sweet cherry will be guarded, and far away from any harm of any kind." though it was supposed to serve as reassuring, the statement sounded more ominous than she expected, and if Katrina suspected some kind of involvement from the mortician, now she was almost sure he must be a relative or best friend of the principal, otherwise, he wouldn't have any base for such a bold declaration.

In spite of feeling nearly threatened, not only by the menacing words of the parlor owner, but of his creepy grin... She actually did feel more comforted knowing that, no matter what may come out of that mess, her future may still have some ground. "I don't deserve your kindness." though the comment made the man bark a laugh, the carefree and cheerful atmosphere returned, and the gossips and stories were in bloom.

Two of three days later, perhaps almost as though he was called, Ciel came by the parlor, just as Katrina finished baking a cake. She was very proud of the way it ended up, especially considering she had to learn everything about cooking from scratch. Undertaker was fine with eating actual dog biscuits, but she wasn't. Though, she still couldn't brew a tea as good as he did.  In spite of all the try-hard attempts at cooking proper meals that were, well... Not poisonous... Katrina still wanted to go by the Phantomhive mansion and get to taste Sebastian's cooking and baking. That man was ironically Godly when it came to food. 

"Hehehehe.... Did you finally want to get into one of my special coffins? Have a seat, I've just baked a cake." Undertaker giggled creepily as Katrina walked into the room as well, holding the small cake on a large platter.

"Actually, I did, so it's safe to eat... I hope." she smirked vaguely, waiting for Ciel and Sebastian to settle down and talk. "I've never baked before."

The Undertaker grinned, getting behind the lady and leaning down over her shoulder, taking a long sniff of the cake, as though he was some kind of animal. "Smells good!" he chirped enthusiastically, eagerly taking out a knife and cutting a large cake slice for himself - How greedy.

"Might not be the best looking, but as long as it's eatable, I think that's good enough for a first try." out of courtesy, she cut slices for the two new-comers, though not without having to stifle a chuckle when handing the plate to the demon. "Forgive me, I do not think it is going to be quite to your liking though."

"It's... Decent." Ciel muttered, though Kat knew it was nothing compared to every delicacy he was used to, done by his butler.

"Decently magnificent!" Undertaker wolfed down the whole slice, which was portioned rather as almost half of the whole cake.

"No need to flatter me, I have taste buds for myself. It's fine, I'm rather proud of how it came out. Suppose I should continue trying out new recipes, after all." Kat hummed, smiling cutely after taking a first taste of her cake.

"Wonderful news, my darling~!" of course he'd like the news of Katrina cooking - He needn't live on tea and dog biscuits anymore. What an exploiter.

"What do you say, Sebastian? A little ashy, innit?" she teased the demon slightly, recalling the curry nudge.

"Not at all, My Lady; In fact, I can taste the sweet taste of chocolate." his answer seemed to pleasantly surprise the girl. "If you wish for guidance, I would be honoured to provide help for your culinary journey."

"I would very much appreciate it, Sebastian. There is no one who cooks and bakes better than you." Katrina offered a shy smile - The demon couldn't help but feel a short wave of scorching fire wash over him for a split second - The little vixen can be such an adorable little lamb sometimes, how endearing. To think the one going out of her way to tease and taunt him with every chance she got, would smile like such a sweet little kitten; It only made him want her more.

"Now that we've got all sweetened up by our adorable little lady; I'm sure the Young Earl wants to get down to business already. Not one to mess around and waste time, is it?" the mortician mused with mock hilarity. "I know why you are here, earl. Children's corpses... The surface world has not yet found the missing corpses, it seems. And in the underworld, children's corpses are my everyday occurrence, after all, which the earl knows veeeeeeeery well, doesn't he?" the Undertaker slurred with a grin, sipping from the tea that Katrina poured for them.

"We've brought you the documents. Are there any children you've 'Tidied up' amongst them?" Ciel asked, all business, and she could only chuckle, realising what the goofy man was waiting for.

"Nothing's for free, Ciel." Kat winked at the blue eyed boy.

"I wonder~! Were they there~? If I saw something interesting, I think I'd remember~. A first rate laugh, if you do thaaaaat, I'l tell you anything you want ~! You understand, don't you, earl~? You'll have to give me that~!" the silver haired man was almost drooling with anticipation, until the young boy called out his butler's name. 

"Are you always going to rely on others to do everything for you, Ciel? Don't you know sometimes you have to do the field work yourself? You couldn't be helpless without Sebastian... Could you~?" she innocently sipped from the tea, knowing she hit quite the nerve.

"...I'll do it." Katrina was sure poor Ciel almost popped a vein from anger as he said that.

"Young Master, are you certain?" Sebastian looked with surprise at the young one.

"Leave. And don't you DARE peek. That's an order. Both of you - Get out!" Ciel looked very dangerously at his butler, who could only bow and leave.

"But Ciel, I live here. You can't possibly kick me out of my house, can you?" the red haired lady hummed at him, making the earl flustered up violently.

"Now, now, dear, surely, we can accommodate the Young Earl a little. After all, it's his first time dabbling in comedy. With that butler of his always doing his bidding, the earl is trying to grow up, for once~!" though the child protested like a brat throwing a tantrum, all frowny and bothered, Katrina couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head, stepping outside of the parlor.

"I got kicked out of my house, how's that?" she smiled playfully, sitting down on the porch. "I hope you're wearing comfortable clothes, Sebastian. We're going to be out here for quite a while."

"If My Lady thinks we might be waiting for long, then perhaps she should have brought a jacket with her." the man teased her softly, though at once, he had already placed his coat carefully over her shoulders.

"Yes, I suppose I should be practicing what I've been preaching, yes? I am just like a pastor - A complete hypocrite." she hummed in amusement. "Regardless, I hadn't expected to be kicked out like that. Took me by surprise, really. Ciel got really embarrassed at the mere thought of me seeing him struggle with his comedy skit." Sebastian was crouched down by her side, his eyes, so warm and tender, yet holding such devilish mischief seemed to be staring intently at her. Katrina rose a quizzical eyebrow at him, unsure of his uncharacteristic silence. Usually, he'd retort with some witty reply to her playful banter - Now, however, he said nothing. "Sebastian? Is there something bothering or upset you? I would have expected you to find entertainment in me slandering the so-called messengers from God."

"Yes, you are correct, My Lady - I cannot take away from your unique sense of humour, and how much the irony of it amuses me so - However, I have to wonder..." the demon bit away his white glove, cold fingertips trailing down her neck artery and down to her cleavage, gently pushing away the thin material of her dress to reveal the traces of poorly covered bruises with fading make up powder. "What kind of savage brute you have encountered in the time we were away, that he could inflict such atrocious marks on a damsel like yourself." 

Katrina's first instinct was to hide away her damaged skin with her hands, but somehow, being fixed by that demonic gaze rendered her unable to move; She felt so little, so defenseless, hearing him make such a big deal out of what happened. For a woman who beat up a Shinigami with a crowbar, she sure allowed weak humans to do away with harming her. "I..." her eyes were unable to focus on him; Instead, they seemed to search some kind of nothingness, away, to the side. "I suppose not all men are as gentlemanly as they'd wish to appear." she mumbled softly. "The real monsters have never been demons or whatever horrifying shape the shadow takes in the night. Humans are humanity's worst nightmare, Sebastian."

"And if this particular monster was to be disposed of? Would your nightmares turn to sweet dreams, My Lady?" the demon's hand gently picked her chin, making her look at him.

"Nightmares might be dispelled with the sudden disappearance of one's reason for distress... But, Sebastian..." Katrina leaned closer to him, her hands gingerly holding his hand so that she could cutely nuzzle into his palm like a little kitten, before placing a soft kiss on the inside of his wrist. "Only with a proper, loving treatment, may one achieve pleasant dreams."

The butler, though amazed by her mellow demeanour, couldn't help an almost shameless smirk from tugging at his lips. Coddling up to a demon like that, how endearing, and so different from the otherwise pleasantly feisty and provoking lady. For how long was she going to tempt him, until he finally gave in to his nefarious greed and he claimed what was rightfully his? "You are playing with fire, my dear Lady, and as it stands, you might just get your fur singed."

"I don't see a huge problem, Sebastian, after all, I am getting rather cold, and I am in dire need of some warming up." Katrina rose her hands to his face. "See? My fingers are turning blue from this dreadful weather, and your Master is taking so long in his task. Surely, you have to be somewhat responsible for the action of the one you're serving... Thus, you should be held accountable."

"Held accountable, you say~?" Sebastian's wicked simper widened enough to show off his devilish, elongated canines. "There are plenty of ways to warm up a brazzen little kitten such as yourself, to the point of suffocating even from the heat; There are ways that would leave you craving the scorch of hell, as the tongues of flame caress every inch of your skin..." the man trailed on, only to switch positions with the woman, as he was now sitting with Katrina placed on his lap - His arms were cradling her small form into his chest; He was burning with warmth and desire. "But I am not cruel, nor unfair with kittens like yourself - Not unless you've earned the need for some discipline for scraping away the drapes." 

Katrina snuggled into his embrace, her face leaning in the crook of his neck, as her body was eagerly welcoming the comforting heat of his body; He felt like a furnace. Rather boldly, one of her hands found its rightful place on his chest, where his heart would be. "I never imagined demons were as alive as you are." she absent-mindedly wondered out loud. "You bleed, just like any creature alive; You have a pulse, and it is quite rapid. I wonder your heart, also, how it feels listening to it beat. I heard it is supposed to be calming, just like a cat's purr."

"If you promise to purr for me sweetly, My Lady, then I might not be opposed to allowing you to test that theory yourself." even the soft rumble of his velvety, soothing voice seemed to comfort the girl into relaxing in his arms, though her hand cutely remained over his hear, despite being unable to feel it through so many layers of clothing. Katrina purred into neck, lazily teasing the demon. "Sounds like a fair compromise, and very much in my favour. Have I mellowed you, demon?"

"I am guilty of being unable to resist the charm of beautiful cats, such as yourself." one of his hands started petting her hair, as he would to a cat. "You are being awfully tender yourself, My Lady."

"I am unable to resist you." she so daringly declared. "I have never felt anything quite like this. It is... Addicting. And you, demon, should know how greedy humans are with their pleasures."

"I am rather amazed with your forwardness, though I have to admit, I find your innocent honesty rather... Adorable." the man hummed, knowing very well the effect of his voice's vibration.

"I was wondering, Sebastian." Katrina never once let her lazy smile disappear. "Can demons die from a death scythe?"

"What an unexpected question you ask, My Lady. Yes, I suppose, I have to agree, something as ridiculous as a gardening tool is capable of bringing our demise - Nothing else." the demon answered her.

"You were bleeding rather heavily when fighting against that fool - Grell, was it? Not that his name matters - But were you close to your death? Even your breathing was affected, and you looked exhausted for a while." she recalled the events of that dreadful night.

"It takes more than that to kill a demon - I will have to ask you not to underestimate my kin so." the man could barely hold himself from scoffing in irritation.

"Why haven't you used a weapon to defend against that chainsaw?" the lady asked innocently.

"A Death Scythe can cut through anything, even the toughest material, without fail." that notion stiffened her body, as she slowly shifted her position to look at him. "I see you figured out also."

"It did not cut through my sword." she breathed out silently. "If two Death Scythes were to clash... Would they cut each other, or remain unscathed?"

"I think we both found out the answer to that, My Lady." from her genuine confusion and bewilderment as she regained her rightful spot cuddled in his arms, Sebastian easily concluded, whoever offered her that sword, hadn't quite told her of its spectacular properties.

It was already late into the evening when the door opened, signaling Ciel's success in grasping the smallest giggle out of the mortician. With some help from the butler, he guided her back inside the parlor, revealing the poor boy in a rather disheveled state. Katrina simply HAD to ask Undertaker later the full story - Now THAT was going to garner an endless stream of laughs.

"What on Earth did you do?" Sebastian asked, trying to fix his clothes.

"Don't ask." the poor boy grumbled in annoyance.

"But, for the sake of the Queen, you'll perform and even do this kind of thing. You really are a dog." Sebastian chuckled at the irony.

"Shut the hell up." Ciel gritted his teeth at his cheeky butler. "There, I gave you your reward. Now tell me about the children." he glared at the Undertaker, who grinned like the cheshire cat, throwing the documents in Kat's lap, urging her to look through the files.

"None of these children were our clients." she noticed.

"And I haven't heard any rumours from the underworld companies." Undertaker, also, spoke out.

"So, in other words, you know nothing about this case?" Ciel scowled at the man.

"You are getting rusty, Ciel." Kat smirked, theatrically throwing the folder up into the air, the papers flying around aimlessly around them. "If even the Undertaker doesn't know of the missing children, it means they weren't killed - Not only the possibility of them being alive arises... But it also means you finally get to do some legwork and investigate the circus yourself!" she barked a mocking laugh at the boy, who still was tired from his comedic skit.

"What, you aren't coming?" the Earl asked, walking towards the exit.

"And miss out on the fun? Not a chance." Katrina smirked, rushing after them as the carriage got them to Noah's Ark Circus.

The short walk from the street and to the tent itself seemed nothing out of the ordinary - People seemed joyful, there were circus artists performing idly, mascots and jesters all around. The three went inside the tent, having their tickets cut and allowed to seat themselves, awaiting the beginning of the show. As expected, some jokes were thrown around, there were people breathing fire or jumping the trapeze, acrobats showing off, others were dagger-throwing at a rotating target with another human tied to it; A lovely girl was rope-walking, a cute, silver haired snake-hybrid looking man was manipulating numerous snakes hanging around his scaly body. Sebastian mentioned he couldn't sense any of the children, just as a lasciviously dressed woman showed off her leather whip, taming a tiger. 

The leader of the circus asked for a volunteer from the public, and of course, Sebastian had to get up and march up to the ring. Tigers were felines, and only Hell knows how much he adores felines. How adorable of him. He crouched down in front of the tiger, fluffing it up, admiring it, taking its paw in his hands... Until it bit his head and Katrina could only facepalm at his idiocy. He really was so cute. The woman tried to whip the tiger to let him go, but of course, Sebastian had to show off and stop the whip, while saying the feline had no fault in it - He even scolded the woman! The audacity! The tiger bit him again. Sebastian truly was one hell... Of a fool.

"Who said you could go that far?!" Ciel growled at his butler as the trio exited the circus tent.

"My apologies. I've lived for such a long time, but it's only cats whose fickle emotions I cannot read." Sebastian smiled, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Ah - Look at you, blushing so cutely - How can I resist the charm of such an angelic being like yourself?" Katrina couldn't help but tease him.

"YOU KNOW I'M ALLERGIC TO CATS! Walk further back!" Ciel kept sneezing violently.

Though Katrina was dearly enjoying seeing the butler being so innocently cute, she was unable to continue half-teasing and half-gushing over his love for all kinds of cats, as the ginger-haired presenter of the circus stopped them, pleading to the man to get checked by their doctor and make sure he was as fine as he said he was. It hadn't dawned initially, but Kat noticed, from the corner of her eye, how Ciel hid himself, allowing only the two of them to follow the man calling himself Joker to the medical tent - Still, they had to pass a rather menacing walk, where everyone was eerily glaring at them - What a disconcerting feeling the lady was feeling, she couldn't help but shiver softly, clinging to the sleeve of his coat until they reached the safety of the medical tent, and meeting the messy-looking doctor in a wheelchair.

The blond boy who looked around Finny's age asked if Sebastian was the one bitten by Betty, the gorgeous tiger, making the doctor immediately grab the butler, searching his head for any injury - Surprise surprise, there was no wound, how absolutely miraculous.  During the check-up, the eccentric ginger man let it slip that he wasn't truly the ring leader, but something closer to a hired shop manager, and that the real ring leader was actually a pretty scary guy. Out of nowhere, the woman garbed in the succubus outfit of black leather strutted inside, tired, asking to have her leg looked at - Only to notice and glare at Sebastian, even scold him for ruining her show - All whilst the blond was on his knees, confessing his undying love for her. 

How absolutely tragic.

"You are the mad gentleman from earlier! Why are you here?! Thanks to you, the show was--" the woman, Beast, pointed accusatory at Sebastian, while the doctor, on the other end, was scolding her, making the butler be at the middle of this banter... Quite literally.

"What are you saying to our guest?! In this case, if you weren't able to control Betty, wasn't that your own carelessness?" the doc pointed out her mistake.

"But he carelessly -" she tried to defend herself, but to no avail.

"There's no buts about it! You're a pro, aren't you?" the doctor shot right back, only to have the two men intervene.

"Now, now, doc, don't yell in front of the customer!" the ginger one grinned carefree.

"That's right! Instead of that, please take a look at my big sis's leg!" the blond one changed the subject quickly.

"Ahh, fine... After this, Beast must discipline Betty again. Right, then, let me see the prosthetic." the doctor agreed, as the brunette sat on the table. 

"Prosthetic?" Sebastian blinked in surprise.

"There's a bit of a reason behind this circus. Folks with some sorta problem gather together here. I'm amissing an arm too, but thanks to doc, I've got this. Pretty cool, huh?" this one called Joker explained, showing off his skeleton hand.

"Oh, it looks lovely!" Katrina quickly threw herself into the equation, gingerly taking his hand into her own and caressing all of his phalanx... They really felt like actual human bone phalanx, she realised, though she simply plastered a sweet, bashful smile as she looked up at the man. "I think it makes you look really cool!"

"It may look cool, but that hand goes bad so quickly! Makes me want to readjust his whole body, too!" the doc scoffed at the boy.

"You're the one who made the prosthetics for this circus?" Sebastian asked, faking surprise.

"Yeah, that's right. It's hard work, since I do everything from the carving onwards." the doctor explained simply.

"Carving? Doesn't that usually involve wood? They seem much finer than simple wood - More like fine porcelain." Kat raised a questioning eyebrow.

"It's ceramic. Well, I say ceramic, but they're made of special materials that make them light and durable." the man explained, which made her question the true materials used for these prosthetics.

"I see. It also feels good." Sebastian nodded as he started feeling the woman's leg from her ankle up - He was so close, between her legs; So very close to the most private part of her body, which she only his with the tiniest skirt, leaving little to the imagination.

"Right? So that they move smoothly, I use ball-jointed doll parts." the doc continued his explanation, almost cheerful to have someone in awe at his work, completely unaware of the awfully intimate position the two were into.

"This is truly finely made." the butler agreed... But he raised the leg up so much above his shoulder, getting in a rather perverted situation - Though he looked seemingly unaware, Katrina knew very well he was trying to get a rise out of her - And it worked, as the woman named Beast blushed like crazy; It wasn't until the butler's hand touched and trailed down her ceramic thigh that people around realised the uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding them. "This hallmark is...?" Kat heard him muttering - She couldn't help but wonder whose hallmark did she see engraved in that prosthetic?

"U-Uhm... Sebastian..." the red head cleared her throat, hoping he'd pick the hint and not push boundaries, but the woman reacted much quicker and violent.

"What're you doing, you pervert?!" she shrieked, using her prosthetic to attempt a hit on Sebastian; but since he's a demon, he moved out of the way quick enough.

"Ahh, that was rude of me. I've never seen someone so shameless react so modestly, so..." but this is how the mayhem continued with the dagger boy throwing his blades at Sebastian, who did some flips and somehow found himself up on a rope for hanging clothes, holding all daggers between his fingers, a smug smile plastered on his face. Show off.

As soon as Beast tried to hit her whip at the demon, Joker used his baton to create flower and stop her,mildly flirting with her as a warning, before asking Sebastian if he wanted to be recruited. The jerk started berating Ciel, which made his companion barely able to stifle her chuckle, before asking if she could be scouted as well.

"You see, I used to work as the Governess of the little Lady of a Manor in another country. She was very cute, but incredibly spoiled. I don't know if I can do physical tricks, but I'm ambitious and I can try! Besides, I know how to play various instruments, so if anything, I can provide with the music for every circus act!" Katrina's voice turned so comically soft and tender, Sebastian noted, as she enthusiastically clapped her hands together, smiling sweetly at the ginger haired man, who grinned from ear to ear.

Clearly, if he was going to win his way into the circus by proving his prowess, she had to charm her way there and play by her best abilities. What a sly little lady, Sebastian smirked, though he couldn't stand the idea of any other man getting so close and personal with his little kitten - It was him, she wanted. Him, and none else. There was no one else better than him, he was a demon after all. He had felt enough foreign scents lingering on her skin, all of them, having belonged to men - He wanted to rip them all apart limb from limb, eviscerate them and make it rain blood - Alas, he couldn't behave in such a way. "That's amazing! We could really do with someone so lovely that can create atmosphere and lighten up the mood!" Joker said, and Kat could swear she hit the jackpot. She chirped an adorable cheer, making the ginger laugh lightly in glee at her reaction.

"What are you deciding so quickly?!" Beast was already fuming... Was Kat sensing a bit of jealousy? How perfect, she thought - If she was able to charm Joker, Beast's crush, she would be an easy prey for Sebastian to lure in and exploit. Oh, how astonishingly well things fall into place.

"Now, now, they've got outstanding talent!" he chuckled sheepishly, as he bowed to the red head lady, making a pink flower come out of his baton, before putting it in her hair, watching her cheeks turn red like her hair. "There, a pretty flower for a pretty girl! I can't wait to be working with you two!" he smiled so cheerfully, so, to get in the game, she smiled back, her hands clasped together at her chest, looking down bashfully like the angelic, innocent little maiden that she was. 

"I can't wait to work with you as well, Joker!" she confessed, making her voice softer and a tiny bit higher than it usually was. If Lizzie were to see her like this, she'd get jealous.

"Ah, that reminds me. The truth is, there is someone else I'd like to introduce to you." Sebastian smiled innocently, and Kat knew things were going to get so chaotic.

Hearing that, Joker explained how they will have an entrance test, and the next day, things were going to get messy as hell. As the duo exited the medical tent, they started analysing the layout of the circus, as on the way to this place, there were nine tents and ten wagons, but, as Sebastian stated, there was still no sign of any children. Their search came to an abrupt halt though, as the snake boy stopped them, warning them they were going the wrong way, and guided them towards the exit.

As they returned to the carriage where Ciel was, Sebastian explained everything there was to know on their way to the Phantomhive manor, where she will be residing for the duration of the mission. They were greeted by the obnoxious Indian Prince whose presence surprised the lady - He was so loud because he wanted to learn chess, of all things. Though Katrina was exhausted, she waved a dismissive hand for Ciel and Sebastian to leave him in her hands and do whatever they needed to be doing before going to sleep, and she proceeded to teach the basics of Chess to the young lad. Finally, too much intellectual exertion got Soma sleepy, so his butler, Agni, urged him to go sleep.

Finally, Katrina could get ready to sleep, and though Mey-Rin was kind enough to offer her assistance at that late hour, considering she needed a change of clothes and especially a nightgown to sleep in, and to take a long, relaxing bath. When she was finally done, she used some sweet perfume and scented oils, ready to go to her temporary bedroom and get to sleep. 

To her surprise, the butler was there, preparing the bed for her and fluffing up the pillows. Yes, that bed looked as comfortable as a cloud, she noted. It was the single luxury she missed from back at the Raymond Manor. "A pretty flower for a pretty lady, hm~?" the demon hummed tauntingly. "What a precious little angel we have here, who would have thought." he jabbed at her, straightening up. His coat was long since discarded, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up painfully attractive.

"You know what they say, Sebastian, opposites attract, and for a hedonistic, sinful demon like yourself, I was sure the innocence of a seraphic maiden like myself would entice you." she mused vaguely at him.

"A pure soul like yours only serves as a beacon for creatures like myself - Your personality simply shines as a much welcomed addition." the butler admitted.

"Seductive, yet also innocent - What an oxymoron. Surely, that sounds rather like a demon, tempting another into falling into the abyss of their own indulgence... But I cannot help but wonder - Can a demon fall, the same as a human does? Grow so depraved, so frustrated, so greedy and denied that you cannot restrain yourself to your pristine aesthetics, and you take what's yours to claim?" Sebastian's devilish grin displayed his lustful canines, his tongue flicking over them like a starving beast - He was so very amused by her words, he couldn't help but play into her game. 

"Are you calling yourself a Demoness, my dear Lady? A temptress? A seductress?" he tilted his head playfully to the side, his eyes sinfully flashing fuchsia, stepping, prowling towards her like a panther backing its prey against the wall.

"I am certainly not calling myself a Saint." the woman shrugged, smiling defiantly, one foot back, and another, with each one he took forwards towards her, as though they were waltzing so intimately.

"Saints aren't as Holy as most think they are." he mocked the divine.

"Says the one whose last name was given based on the Archangel. You are nothing more than a walking irony, Sebastian, and I will say so with every occasion." she chuckled, leaning her back against the wall, strategically standing at arm's length to the door.

"Your sharp eye never escapes anything, does it... Kitten?" his voice got much lower and slurred, as he spoke that nickname into her ear. He breathed in her scent, feeling not only that sickly sweet floral perfume that suited her so well, but her own inviting heat.

"I wonder, Sebastian - Do demons get jealous? Or, perhaps a better word would be - Territorial? Possessive?" his hot breath on her neck made her grin, despite feeling her heart beat aggressively faster. "You seemed awfully irked when Joker flirted with me. To be the reason you lose, of your own accord, at your own game - A blotch on your flawless, pristine clean demon record, how insanely entertaining, how very satisfying!" she looked at him through the hooded lids of a mischievous little vixen. "That is what demons do, don't they? Throw humans an almost broken thread of hope, and then pleasure themselves on seeing them struggle? Break themselves with needless emotions? No, don't deny it, Sebastian, for in this pitch black that you've created, the only thing I can see is that bewitching pair of glowing, magenta eyes of yours that look oddly similar to those of the felines you love so much - Such as myself." Sebastian slammed one of his hands besides her head, feeling such desire as she didn't even flinch; And instead, continue gazing deep into his soul.

"My Lady, are you attempting to become a demon expert?" he asked, snatching away the pink flower from her hair, making it glow so she could see him burning it, turning it to ashes in his palm, only to create a gorgeous black flower, shimmering other-worldly, and placing it back in her hair. "Demons and sin - They are one and the same. We don't sin - We ARE sin. Jealousy on some puny mortal in unspeakable, though I cannot stand my possessions being touched; Their filthy bodies have no place anywhere near my naughty little kitten who craves only my touch - Isn't that right, Katrina? It is as though your name was accurately chosen to be my sweet little thing, and oh, how you entertain me so. Greed, Lust, Gluttony, and so many other subcategories of these despicable deadly sins - I am them all, when it concerns you." the red head couldn't help but let a laugh out.

"Then, could it be, you were attempting to make me jealous, as you were inspecting Beast's hallmark and taunting her so ruthlessly? Despicable until the end, aren't you? As if I would ever stoop so low and degrade myself to that peasant's level. Ha! Hear that." she sardonically chuckled at him. "If getting a quick fix from someone like her can offer you a second of release and satisfaction, by all means, indulge - But I have to warn you, Sebastian... If you entertain the lower class, well... Cats like being the singular means of one's affection. Surely, a feline expert like yourself would know best, wouldn't you?" Sebastian's both hands were place on either side of her head, caging her so devilishly, so vile, with his adonis body.

"You, little Vixen, are enjoying every little word you're spitting with so much acid. You want to be my spoiled little Kitten, and mewl for me? You purr even from the simplest caress of your hair - I cannot help but be curious what kind of sounds you are capable of, should I pamper you as you deserve." his snake tongue dripped with paralysing poison. "Clearly, that woman has no class, and no worth. She is undeserving of working with such a gorgeous creature. One needs only figure out the important parts, and then leave her like the broken doll she is. There is truly no need to waste time with her." Kat could feel herself smirking with delight as his finger, now ungloved, traced her carotid artery slowly, as if feeling for her spiking pulse.

"Wooden doll, porcelain doll, ceramic doll... Human bone doll?" Kat spoke as in a melody. "You, vile incubus, felt her leg up and down, yet your hands were gloved. Not that I mind. I would rather you take your gloves off only when in my presence." she provoked. "Still... I touched every phalanx from Joker's hand. Every carpus, every metacarpus, every little joint, one by one, very thoroughly. I do like taking my time with such things, you know?" the double entendre wasn't missed on the butler. "I truly wonder though, what that miracle doctor uses for his prosthetic materials. It would be so very ironic should he, Heavens-Forbid, use those children's bones for those prosthetics, wouldn't you agree?" she accentuated the very same ironic phrase he loves using so much.

"Your pure soul is brighter than the moon, and yet, your words are darker than the darkest pits of Tartarus. You call me a walking irony, and yet, you are a true anti-thesis yourself. I have to say, I haven't had such a... Delicious challenge in a long time. I am thrilled to be in your presence." he tried to sound suave, but Kat could only laugh sarcastically.

"Oh, darling, but that's as close as you'll ever get to my soul. We have no contract. I am not Ciel. No matter how appetising my soul is... The truth is... You will never get to touch it! Haha, isn't that amusing?" Katrina giggled nefariously at him. "All you'll be able to do is drool and starve, waiting for Ciel's tarnished, tainted soul, while mine will still be here, glowing with purity and innocence, an infinite times better than his! You're working sooo hard trying to please a child, when the real challenge... The real temptation, the object of your most burning desire, is right here, in front of you. Sooo, close, and yet, farther away than you will ever dream of reaching." she grinned mockingly at him, leaning her face dangerously close to the predator's. "Only able to touch when allowed, only close enough to feel the faint aroma of the most delicious soul you've ever met, yet unable to even get the littlest taste - I may almost start pitying you... But I won't! Sweet dreams, demon~!" she roughly pushed him away, opening the door for him to leave.

"Perhaps one day you will learn that tempting demons is more dangerous than you'll ever imagine, and yet, even then, I'm sure you won't stop playing with fire, for you are a greedy little Kitten, desperate for attention." the man grabbed her chin, raising it, moving so close to her that she could feel his lips brushing against her, and the chilling breath shuddering her very core. "Before I leave, and wish you pleasant dreams, I will give you a little insight..." he inched even closer, whispering into her ear the words of the devil himself. "Devouring isn't the only way of tasting one's appetising soul." his voice was sending chills down her spine as his thumb trailed seductively across her bottom lip, hinting at a most anticipated kiss.

No matter how much her body betrayed her, she still couldn't deny how much she enjoyed every interaction she had with the demon - She truly felt alive, aflame with emotions of all kinds - And as a spoiled human, of course, she craved more. And she was going to get more, even if it meant teasing the miserable demon into losing any sort of self-restraint.

"Don't forget, Sebastian, teasing can only get you so far. When it's too much, however... I wonder how will you behave? Will you be able to control yourself... Or will the temptation be too strong, even for you, and you'll give in, fall to your knees before me, and beg for just one more little lick~?" the woman dared get an inch closer, their noses touching, their breathes getting lost on each other's skin - Yet Katrina disallowed the man from replying, or even acting any more to his flaming desires - As she pushed him out of the room. "For your sake, I hope you dream of me tonight." she waved her finger in mock-goodbye, before slamming the door shut in his face.

Sebastian was right with his wish however. Katrina slept very well, and dreamt even better that night.

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