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Jon Snow*Blind Date

Pairing: Modern!Jon Snow x f!Reader

Platonic: Sam, Gilly, Cregan, Robb, Sansa, Theon, and Tormund

Summary: Jon's friends bully him into going on a blind date he's sure he will regret but by the end he is head over heels for her

TW: Swearing and inuendo but nothing major

Word count: 3459 (I got carried away lol)

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“Dude, I said no,” Jon said rejecting Sam’s offer yet again.

Sam and Gilly sat across from the stubborn Snow as they ate lunch and Sam questioned why he even tried. “Why not though?” Sam asked.

“Because I don’t need you to set me up with someone. I can find my own dates,”

“Really?” Sam said staring at Jon in disbelief. Gilly let out a giggle as her boyfriend began to berate the boy, “Last week all you did was write poetry about how alone and sad and moody you were. You’ve went full emo,”

“First of all, that was for class,” Jon glared at Sam only receiving a smirk in return, “Secondly I thought that was private,”

“And if you had a girlfriend then you would know-nothings private,”

“He’s right you know,” Gilly pipped up. Jon liked Gilly. He liked Sam. He liked them together. But right now, he wanted to slap the pair's heads together and storm off. But Jon chose to rise above and be mature.

“Yeah, well fuck you both,” he grumbled as he began to almost stab the food on his tray with his fork. “I’m happy being single,”

“Since when were you happy?” Cregan asked as he sat to join them for lunch.

“Im trying to set Jon up with my mate but he’s being stubborn. As always,”

“Ooo which girl?” Cregan asked before quickly adding “Or guy or whatever it is you’re into. You are into people, aren’t you?”

The three laughed as Jon’s attack on his food increased, “People that aren’t assholes yeah. I don’t get why you’re so insistent on this,”

“Because one day Jon,” Sam folded his arms, leaning on the table, and began his tale, “I’m going to realise I haven’t heard from you in a while and decide hey I should check on him. So, me and Gilly are gonna come over to your sad little apartment and break in. And what will I find? You dead on the couch and Ghost circling your body like a vulture. And I don’t wanna Gilly to see that,”

“Ghost isn’t gonna fucking eat me when I die,” Jon snapped, “Do you really think im gonna die alone? Do you think I can’t get a date that badly?” Gilly, Sam, and Cregan all shared a look “Okay fuck all of you,”

“I just think it’d be good for you to get out the house,” Gilly pipped up and the other two nodded in agreement before she added, “Besides you’ll be less tense if you get laid,” making everyone’s jaws drop, “Im serious. I used to be even more stressed than you Jon and then I met Sam and ever since I’ve just been- “

“I don’t think we need to talk about that darling,” Sam cut her off.

“Seconded,” Cregan said, “but she’s right. You need to get laid,”

Jon sighed and Sam looked between his friends and questioned his life decisions, “While I’d prefer you didn’t just ‘use’ them for sex, I genuinely think you would like them,”

“We didn’t say to use them for sex,” Gilly said but Jon ignored her.

Jon sighed and pushed his tray away since his food was now closer to mush than anything else from his stabbings, “Fine. One date,” Jon said, and the group let out a cheer, “but I swear to god Sam they better not be crazy or something,”

“By something he means ugly,” Cregan said, and Jon slapped the back of his head. “Ow dude wtf?”

Sam grinned, “Don’t worry. I know your type. You’ll like them,”

Jon Snow’s mystery date was all the talk of their friend group. Robb had found out, Tormund found out, and Theon had found out. He even got a text from Sansa about it. all of them bombarded him with tips and tricks and lines to use. Sansa demanded he Facetime her to pick his outfit out.

As Jon was getting ready to leave his room was filled with all said annoying friends bar Sansa but she was texting him so much it felt like she was practically there. “And when you get to the restaurant- “Cregan started, and Jon let out an agonising groan.

“Shut up,” he whined, “I know what to do on a date,”

“We know mate but,” Tormund began, “you haven’t been the same since Ygritte. We just don’t want you giving up if it doesn’t go to plan,”

“I’m not gonna give up,” Jon said as he looked at himself in the mirror. The outfit Sansa bullied him into was a white button-up and weird checked trousers that were ‘trendy’ right now. Jon sighed as he began to unbutton it, “Besides Ygritte was a long time ago,”

She had been his first-ever girlfriend he got the week of university. It was good at first, but they were always fighting and bickering. They were constantly breaking up and getting back together. The whole ordeal lasted a year and messed Jon up. Especially since he didn’t realise, they weren’t getting back together until he found out she was seeing Orell.

“You’re not cancelling,” Sam warned Jon who in return through his shirt at him.

“Im just changing shirts calm down,” he said as he pulled out a black shirt and black jeans. “Do I at least get to know anything about this person before im trapped at a table for an hour with them?”

“They’re in my history of medicine and herbology class, from Kingslanding, same age as us, funny, and extremely sarcastic,” Sam listed.

“Is that it?”

“You’ll have to find the rest out yourself,”

“Do I at least get a name?” Jon asked as he began to tie his doc boot laces.

“(Y/N),”

“Oh, I like them!” Robb pipped up, “Yeah, they tutored me in Dornish lit last year. Only reason I didn’t flunk out,”

“Oh, yay maybe I can study tonight,” Jon deadpanned before turning to look in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Sam said.

 “Very emo,” Cregan chimed in with a smirk causing Jon to roll his eyes.

“Hot bro,” Theon blew Jon a kiss and received a slap on the head from Cregan. “Can’t a bro appreciate another hot bro?”

Theon was ignored and Robb spoke up, “Sansa’s gonna kill you but you look good dude. Don’t worry. It’s just a date,”

“Im not worried,” Jon lied as he continued to try straightening out his already straight shirt.

Robb grabbed Jon's leather jacket and helped him shrug it on, “Of course not,” he said as he held Jon's shoulders, “You’ve got this,”

Jon was standing outside the restaurant with his gaggle of hens following him, “You’re not coming on this date with me you know?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “I was just gonna point them out then we were gonna head to the The Wall bar encase you need us,”

“I won’t need you,” Jon said causing Sam and Robb to share a look “Shut up,” Jon grumbled as he looked into the restaurant, “So who is it?”

Sam pointed them out and the nerves instantly flooded Jon's system. They had got there early and were already sitting down looking absolutely gorgeous. They weren’t even trying. They were just sitting there playing with a fork and staring out a window and yet Jon was already feeling his mouth go dry, “Dude they’re well out of my league,”

“I said the same thing about Gilly and look at us now. Now go get em tiger,”

“I hate you,” Jon said before walking up to the restaurant door, “Here I go,” Jon took a deep breath and forced himself into the building, throwing a quick glance back to where Robb and Sam were giving him a thumbs up like some kind of child.

“Table for one?” The hostess asked.

Jon cleared his throat, not even sure what name the reservation was under, “I’m meeting someone here. For a date,” he began to stutter and cursed himself mentally, “I think they’re- “

“Jon?” she asked, and he nodded as a blush began to flush his cheeks, “They were sat a few minutes ago. Come with me,” she said and led Jon to his table who was desperately trying to walk normally and not fall into a deep hole and die. “Your dates here,” the hostess grinned as Jon sat down across from his mystery date who even the hostess knew before him. “Here are your menus. Have fun you two,” she said before leaving.

“Hi- “

“I��m- “

“Sorry you go- “

“You go first- “

The pair let out an awkward laugh before she quickly jumped in, “Hey,” she said with a smile stuck to her lips that were perfect just like her smile.

Jon found his face flushing yet again, “Hey. A friend of yours im guessing?” he asked nodding to the hostess who kept glancing at them.

“Yeah,” she laughed despite him not making a joke, “That’s Baela. Sorry if she keeps spying on us. She traded a shift just to watch me crash and burn,” Jon laughed and smiled as a blush filled her face instead of his for once, “Not that I think im gonna crash and burn im sorry let me start again. I’m (Y/N),” she said as she stuck her hand out to shake his and Jon saw her cringe at her own actions.

But he just grinned and shook her hand in return, “I’m Jon,” she took her hand back and his hand had never felt colder.

“Sorry about the handshake,”

“No, it’s good. Handshakes are good,” Jon reassured her, glad that it was not only him sweating buckets over this date. “I’ve never had a date shake my hand before,”

“I’ve never had a blind date before,”

“Me neither. Sam practically bullied me into this. He wouldn’t even tell me your name,”

“Me too,” she grinned. “Well, he let me know your name, but he forbade me to look up your social media,”

“You wouldn’t find much im afraid,”

“Not an Instagram guy?” she asked, and Jon shook his head, “Hmm I suppose I can forgive you,”

“Oh, so kind of you,” Jon said, and she laughed, “I guess we should probably look at the menu. That waiter looks like he’s ready to pounce,”

(Y/N) smiled, opening her menu, but it dropped once she looked up to the waiter, “Oh fuck,”

“What?” Jon asked, dropping his menu and looking to see what she had been staring at. It had been their waiter who had skulked off as soon as she had looked up. “Do you know him?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said as she tried to shake it off, but Jon kept looking at her causing her to sigh, “That’s my ex. Baela swore he was off tonight or I would’ve said somewhere else,”

“Is it okay? Do we need to leave?” Jon asked, fully ready to walk half the earth for this girl he had only had half a conversation with.

She sighed and took a second to think “Nah it’ll be fine. Yeah, no it’ll be fine. He broke up with me anyway plus it was like a year ago so like yeah, its fine. Plus, they do a really good cheesecake I wanna get for dessert so its fine,” Jon couldn’t help but find her rambling adorable, but his silence caused her to look at him, “As long as you’re okay with it?”

“As long as the cheesecake as is good as you say,” he joked.

She laughed and picked up her menu, “Oh I promise its more than just good,”

After the pair had looked at the menu their chat was interrupted “(Y/N),” their waiter greeted not even glancing at Jon.

“Ramsay,” she said giving a tight-lipped smile, “How are you?”

“I'm fine. What can I get yous?” he asked and Jon's face contorted at how he didn’t even pretend to be courteous. (Y/N) also appeared shocked as she began to stutter her order and he wrote it down. “What about you?” he asked not even looking at Jon. Jon was so baffled that he didn’t even respond causing Ramsey to ask again “Well?”

“I’ll have the gourmet burger and a coke,”

“You’ll have the Pepsi,” Ramsey said as he turned and walked away from the table.

Jon and (Y/N) looked at each other with a look of half horror half confusion, “Was he always such an asshole?”

“I mean yeah but I assumed he’d at least pretend at work. Im so sorry,”

“Don’t apologise for him,” Jon assured her “Why did you even date him?”

She laughed but her face was anything but happy, “Can we save toxic ex stories for date two?”

“I understand. I mean like. I get it,” Jon said, and relief flooded her face, “We’ve all got some shitty stories I guess?”

“Yeah, but let’s focus on the good ones for now. Baela will kill me if I scare you off before dessert,”

“Good thing I don’t scare easily,”

From there the conversation flowed so easily that even Ramsey's bluntness couldn’t ruin the night. They had so much in common and Sam was right. She was funny and kept up with his quick tongue.

“You’re an idiot if your serious think Aegon the conquering was- “

“Dessert?” Ramsey interrupted their debate as he began to take their plates away.

The pair shared a look before (Y/N) spoke up, “Could we get the cheesecake and- “but she was cut off by his scoff, “What?”

“Do you really need the cheesecake?”

Jon felt a hot rage go up his spine as he glared daggers into Ramsey. (Y/N) went instantly red and was stumbling to even get a word out so Jon spoke up. “Give us one of each dessert,”

“You want four desserts?” Ramsey finally actually looked at Jon whose gaze could cut metal right now.

“Yup. Problem?”

“Whatevs. Coming right up,” Ramsey said as he sauntered off to the kitchen.

“Don’t listen to a word that guy says. He’s an asshole. I don’t understand why you ever dated him. And you said the dessert was good so we’re trying each one no arguments,”

(Y/N) smiled and Jon almost forgot the anger at the sight of it, “He was nice once. I think. Im honestly not so sure now,” she laughed but her voice was fragile.

Jon grabbed her hand without even thinking, “You deserve someone way better than him. You’re so,” Jon shook his head trying to think of the right word, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so perfect,”

“You barely even know me,”

Jon sighed as he debated if he should go against everything his friends had told him and lay himself out on the table, “I had my own Ramsey. And well, there’s a lot to that story but long story short she just. She was just not good for me. Now I don’t even know why we ever dated but she messed with my head, and I haven’t gone on a date since until now. And I can honestly say I’ve had more fun tonight than I did in the whole year I knew her,”

He expected her to run, to excuse herself to the bathroom and climb out a window, but she squeezed his hand instead, “I get that. I really do. I was thinking the same thing about Ramsey this whole time. How could I date someone as pig headed as him- “she said causing Jon to chuckle, “when I could’ve been with someone like you,”

“Maybe blind dates aren’t so bad after all,” Jon said, and she smiled. They stayed looking into each other’s eyes till Ramsey ruined it yet again by ungraciously dumping four plates and 2 spoons on the table.

 They didn’t let it ruin the mood and spent another hour sitting and chatting as Jon experienced the best cheesecake of his life. They must’ve been too happy for Ramsey's liking who decided to dump the bill on their table without even asking but made sure to add, “Remember it's rude not to leave a tip,”

“Its official. I have better taste than you,” Jon joked as he pulled out his wallet.

“Hey, I need to stalk this Ygritte girl before you get to judge,”

“Fine fine,” Jon said as he began to take cash out, “It was 38.50 but I only have $20s and I don’t wanna leave him $1.50,”

“Here I have change,” (Y/N) said as she pulled out $18.50 in cash, “You can pay me back by getting me a drink at The Wall on our next date,”

“Oh, can I? your so kind,” Jon said though internally he was bouncing off the walls at the idea of another date with this perfect specimen.

“I know,” she said as she scrunched her nose up and Jon thought he may die from her cuteness, “Do you have a pen though? I wanna leave him a ‘tip’,”

Jon passed her a pen and tried to watch what she was writing but she hid it and closed the bill holder with a grin, “We should go. Now,”

The pair rushed to the host stand for (Y/N) to say a quick goodbye to Baela. As she was telling Baela she’d text her they heard a “Hey!” from across the restaurant and the pair turned to see Ramsey pushing through tables to get to them.

“Go, go, go,” (Y/N) laughed as she grabbed Jon's arm and hauled him out of the restaurant, and ran across the road, narrowly dodging a car.

Ramsey flipped them off, unable to leave the restaurant but as soon as he walked back in the pair broke out into a laughing fit, “What did you write?”

(Y/N) laughed harder, “I told him how to find the clit,” she said, and Jon laughed even harder.

“Oh, my gods I love that,” He was almost crying at this point, “This is the best thing Sam has ever forced me to do,”

“Im glad,” she laughed as she looked up at Jon, “It’s getting late. My roommate said if I didn’t get back by 11, she was calling the cops,”

“Well, I don’t need to get arrested again,”

“Again?” she asked, and Jon laughed, “Am I dating a gang leader or something?”

“I’ll tell you as I walk you to your dorm?” Jon offered.

(Y/N) grinned and nodded as the pair began to walk back to campus, “At least you’re a gentleman gang man,”

Jon was disappointed as they reached the door to her dorm knowing he would have to wait to see her again, “So if you don’t do insta do you at least have a phone number?” (Y/N) asked as she leaned back against her front door.

“Gimme your phone I’ll put it in,” he said, and she complied.

“This better not be a fake number Jon Snow,” she teased as he handed the cell back to her.

Despite his anxiety at the beginning Jon felt his confidence grow with every joke and come back. He didn’t even think as he stepped closer, leaving only an inch between them, “Don’t worry its very real. I promise,”

“Good,” she grinned as she brought her hands to rest on his shoulders, “I had fun tonight,”

“Me too,” Jon said as he leaned in closer, placing his hand on her waist. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” he confessed as his lips ghosted hers.

She leaned in ever so slightly so that her lips brushed against his as she said, “Then do it,”

His lips fell onto hers and her arms pulled him in closer, so they were pressed against each other as their lips moulded together perfectly. Jon wanted it to last forever but as he grazed his teeth against her bottom lip she pulled back slightly, “If we don’t stop, I won’t be going into my room alone,”

“You’re lucky im a gentleman,” Jon said as he forced himself to pull back, letting her turn to unlock her door, “Another time?”

“I’m free tomorrow?” she offered.

Jon laughed but nodded, “Tomorrows great. Text me,”

“As soon as im through this door.” She said, “Goodnight Jon,”

“Goodnight,” he said as he stepped away and let her return to her dorm.

Jon was barely out the dorm's front door when he checked to see if she had indeed texted him. She had. A text from an unknown number saying, ‘Guess who?’. Jon laughed to himself as he texts her back before looking at the bombardment of texts his friends had sent him. But they could wait. He wasn’t gonna let Sam find out he was right ruining his night. Turns out blind dates aren’t always a bad idea.

[macravishedbymactavish]

Language Lessons (Roldofo Parra x F!Reader)

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Fall4Rudy Submission - prompts used: see below.

TW for Google translated Spanish, reader is implied to be learning Spanish. Some spicy inuendos (it's implied his hand ends up fully down your pants) but nothing over PG13, hints toward a daddy kink if you squint

That's not how it was supposed to sound.

You were met with a confirming, amused snort followed by a peck to your cheek. Lips turning into a borderline frown, you huffed.

"This is impossible." Arms crossed across your chest, you shook your head. Leaning back in the chair, frustration prodding at your seams. "Maybe some people can catch on to this quickly, but it's not me!"

Head lolling back, you opted to stare at the ceiling. Tracing every line with your eyes to avoid the no doubt loving and patient expression from the man in front of you.

The silence hung thick between you, the small shuffles of his feet on the floor. Or the rubbing of his clothing signaled there was someone else in the room.

"El cariño. " Rudy softly whispered, palm resting on your knee. You squeezed your eyes firmly shut, offering nothing more than a small hm?

"Everything takes time, you've already learned so much. Mi mamá is proud of how much you've learned." His words filtered directly to the softest part of your being. To impress a woman of her stature in the family was a feat to be had.

"I am so proud." He whispered, warm palm sliding from your knee up your thigh. Gripping the muscle firmly as he did so. "Estoy muy orgullosa."

The combination of his hand and his words caused your will to falter. Meeting his soft brown eyes, filled with adoration, pride and energy. You sighed softly, lifting one hand to lay lightly on his cheek.

"Gracias amoré." Your voice shaky as you hoped your pronunciation was correct. Spirit faltering as he gently shook his head, reaching in to press a soft kiss to your lips as he corrected you. "This is impossible."

Pressing a few more kisses to your mouth and face, he leaned back slightly. Eyebrow raised as a mischievous smirk crossed his face. Hand placed firmly at the junction between your leg and hip.

"Greedy little thing, you want more incentive?" Blood rushed to your cheeks as he shifted his grip. Thumb now laying on the inseam of your pants, mindlessly moving over the thick fabric.

"Yes, please." Voice small as your eyes locked with his. An electric feeling taking over your body as he continued barely touching you. Thumb inches away from where you wanted it, hand still firmly gripping your thigh.

"Ah." He shook his head, sliding his hand toward your knee. Chuckling at the sound of surprise you made. "I want to hear you say it, in español."

"Si." You prayed he would ignore the waver in your voice. Nerves and anticipation tying knots in your stomach.

"Si, que?" He challenged. Scanning over your face and neck. Moving to nuzzle his nose against the soft skin.

"Si, Rudy……si, papi?" The feeling of his lips connecting with your neck in an open-mouthed kiss. Trailing down to your shoulder as you leaned your head to the side. Offering him as much room as you could.

"Buena niña." He groaned, asking you to repeat another phrase in Spanish. Hand moving slightly up when you whispered the words correctly. His mouth never stopping, except to move the fabric of your shirt to expose more skin.

"Keep going, you're doing good." Rudy whispered against your skin, fingertips teasing underneath the waist of your pants. Teeth grazing your collarbone as you took in a deep breath.

"Mi amore." A soft whine escaping your lips as his fingers moved out of your waistband. "Amor. Amor. Por favor." Gripping his wrist tightly, you felt him chuckle. Obliging with your request and slipping his fingers past the fabric once more. His movements encouraged by your broken Spanish.

"Dilo otra vez." He breathed, pulling back to look into your eyes. A gentle smile crossing his lips as you placed a hand gently on his cheek. Mumbling an incoherent sentence before pulling him into a kiss. Jumping slightly as he shifted his hand placement.

"Buena niña." He moaned, forehead falling to meet yours. Brain fried with your voice speaking his mother tounge, and the way you writhed against him.

"Buena puta chica."

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

Rudy Taglist: @pearldog30

Prompts from Fall4Rudy:

"Good girl" (bonus, "good fucking girl") // Buena niña & Buena puta chica

"I want to hear you say it"

"Say it again" // dilo otra vez

[sweetmage]

A kiss goodnight for viktor and v please!!!

Hiiii! Thank you so so much for this prompt, I got a little carried away with it (tried for less than 1k words, accidentally wrote 2.4k)🤭

This fic follows the star ending as opposed to my usual tower ending canon 😊

TW: Mention if malnutrition, there is also one blood/needle mention but it's very vague and brief. There's also a few inuendos but there's nothing actually sexually that happens.

I'll drop it below the cut (and might upload to AO3 later!)

It was the ass crack of midnight and Vik was falling asleep over a pile of paperwork when a trill from his desk drawer interrupted his daze. Fumbling blindly for his phone, he almost dropped the thing but managed to get it up to his ear.

"Whaddya need?" He made no attempt to disguise his grogginess, hoping the caller would take a hint.

"Vik, hey," said the chipper voice on the other end.

"V?" That had him upright, eyes wide. "Do you know what time it is? Everything okay?"

"Thought the city never slept?"

"Wrong city and wrong shop," Vik said. "How you doin' out there in Arizona? Taking your meds? Getting enough water? Sunscreen?"

"Jesus, mom. Yeah, doin' pretty alright. Panam's been keeping me busy, but it's nice. Real nice." He sounded damn happy, if a bit exhausted. "How's the Big Bad City treatin' ya?"

"Same old same old. Can't complain."

"Miss you," V said, a little sheepishly. "Haven't had a chance to call in a while. Reception ain't exactly stellar."

"I know the feeling," Vik replied, glancing down at the papers in front of him. "Miss you too, V. I'll admit, it's certainly been quieter around here without you."

"Sure you get a helluva lot more work done without me around to distract you, though."

Vik chuckled. "Eh, ya win some ya lose some. How's the nomad life treatin' ya?"

"Safe to say I'm more of a city type of guy," V admitted. "I mean, don't get me wrong, the Aldecaldos are great, but the sand and the heat... and the fucking sand..."

"It ain't for everyone."

"Nah, 'specially not this guy. It's peaceful though. Sittin' around the fire at night, listening to everyone talk, playin' the guitar, watching the stars... kinda makes me forget why I was in such a hurry to get back there."

"Sounds like you're fitting in better than you give yourself credit for."

"Guess you could say that," he replied, a yawn escaping him. "There is something missing though. Can't quite put my finger on it..."

"Well, gimme a ring if you figure it out," Vik teased.

V scoffed, though it was light-hearted. "Already did. Wanted to hear your voice. I sleep better with you around."

"Well, I was just thinking of turning in myself. I could stay on the line if it'd help you sleep. Been a while since we had one of our late night talks."

"Mm, that'd be nice. Wouldn't want to keep you up though. You still in the same clinic? Still the old couch tucked in the corner?"

"The very same. Haven't changed a thing. Place looks exactly how you left it."

"Yeah, well, if it ain't broke..."

"And even if it is, who cares?" Vik teased, standing up to get himself situated for bed. "What's tomorrow look like for you? Busy day?"

"Sure hope so," V said, a soft chuckle punctuating his words. "You in bed yet? Alone?"

"I'm a bit too tired to be getting frisky if that's what you're hinting at, V."

"Nah, just checkin'. Did you remember to lock up?"

"Now I see how you feel when I fuss," Vik muttered, tossing his shirt aside and beginning to work on his belt one-handed.

"Not fussing. Listen."

Vik frowned, the tone in V's voice catching his attention. "V? Something up?"

V didn't respond, and for a moment, Vik wondered if the call had dropped.

"V?"

And there it was, a knock at his door.

"Hang on," Vik said, tucking the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he crossed the clinic and gazed out the peephole.

"Think you have a visitor," V said, the call ending as Vik opened the door. There he was, the little shit, phone in one hand and a duffel bag slung over the shoulder of the other.

"I don't fucking believe it," Vik laughed, drawing the man into a hug. "What are you doing here, you little punk?"

"The fuck you think I'm doin' here?" V scoffed, letting his bag fall to the floor as he wrapped both arms around Vik. "I love you, shithead. And I thought you might have an aneurysm if you couldn't give me a proper check up."

"Damn right I would. It's good to see you, V. Real good." He'd definitely dropped quite a bit of weight since they'd last met and his hair now fell around his shoulders, but he was still V, still the same man Vik had been pining after for ages.

V's hand came to cup his cheek, and he found his own hand covering it, keeping him close.

"Love you too, V. Misses you like hell."

"Ya know, kinda thought maybe you'd have found someone else while I was gone..." V muttered, unable to meet his eyes. "Someone, ya know, closer to home."

"Nah. I made it, what, thirty years on my own? Not too worried about it now. I know you're out there, somewhere in the world. That's good enough for me."

The most earnest smile crossed V's lips, softer than anything he'd given while still in Night City's clutches. "Feel the same. Can't say it ain't nice to hear it, though. Now, you just gonna stand there with that gonk look on your face, or are you gonna—"

Capturing V's lips in a kiss, Vik pulled the man into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. They stayed like that for a long moment, finally breaking apart just as Vik's need for air became overwhelming.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

"...Yeah," V replied, slightly breathless, a sweet chuckle on his lips. "Just as good as I remember. If not better." Their foreheads pressed together, both of them grinning like absolute fools.

Before V could get another word in, Vik was kissing him again, one hand cupping the back of his neck while the other trailed the length of V's spine. Without warning or hesitation, he hoisted him up with a hand under his ass and V's arms and legs wrapped around him without hesitation.

"Don't get any ideas, I'm not takin' you for a romp. You need a physical and I need some shut-eye."

"Well damn, what did I even visit for?" V huffed as he was laid down on the exam table.

"Hey now, I could put you out easy."

The stoic expression V had forced his face into crumbled easily into a grin. "C'mon, been a while since I could give ya a hard time in person."

Vik just shook his head, but his smile didn't fade as he flipped on his monitors and began gathering his tools. "Okay now, shirt off and let's have a look at you."

"Bossy," V said, but he complied all the same, peeling off his top and laying back. Just as he'd felt through his clothes, V had dropped a lot of weight, his ribs protruding more than Vik would have liked.

"That tube giving you trouble?" He asked, giving his feeding port a little poke.

"Nah, everything's workin' just fine. Not exactly easy to come by calories on the road, ya know."

"I'd say. You look malnourished. Let's get your iron and protein levels checked, along with your hydration. Anything hurting lately? Feel sick?"

"No and no."

"Good, good. We'll take a few scans, get a picture of things. Let's get a baseline reading before we start running tests. Just lay still."

V did what he was asked, eyes rolling slowly to follow Vik as he went about his business, grabbing tools and typing notes on the computer.

"Ostomy alright?" He asked, pulling on a pair of gloves.

"Mhm."

"And you takin' your meds?"

"Already asked that. Yeah, I'm on top of it. They've been helping. Still haven't figured out what to do about the whole body tryin' to eject me thing yet, but I've managed. Been good. Panam's had a real close eye on me."

"I'm glad," he said, giving V a little poke to draw a few droplets for the blood test. "She's a good kid. Always liked her."

"Yeah, me too."

Vik set the needle aside and turned his attention back to the computer, pulling up a file with a quick click. "Your scans are looking much better, actually. Brain activity's stabilizing and your neural degradation has slowed down significantly. Nutrition is really the only area we need to improve on. Once you've got that under control, I think you'll find yourself in much better shape."

"Shit, really?"

"Really. Take a look." Vik turned the screen towards him, pointing to the relevant data. "Those meds won't fix everything, but they've helped, just like you said. I'd reckon six months was the low low estimate, but the way you're going... hell, I'd say you've got a few good years ahead of you. You've got time to sort this all out."

The look on V's face was one of pure astonishment, like he couldn't quite comprehend what Vik was telling him.

"Years?"

"Years."

"Wow... Okay. Alright." He took a deep breath, eyes closed and lips pursed. "That's... that's a relief. A hell of a relief. Thought I'd be lucky to make it to the end of the month. Shit... Years... Okay. Okay." When his eyes opened again they were damp, a relieved laugh slipping past his lips.

Vik couldn't help but mirror the expression. He had to admit, he was so used to delivering bad news and death sentences to V on this table, it felt pretty good to give a little hope for once, to watch it all turn around. V had a chance. Hell, V had time.

"You've always been a resilient bastard. I'm not surprised in the slightest that you'd beat the odds. You're real good at that. Alright, you hungry? I'll mix you up something proper. Real good and balanced, get a little meat back on your bones."

"Guessin' 'no' ain't the right answer?"

"Quick learner," he said with a pat on his thigh. "Stay put. And don't touch my equipment. You break it, you pay for it."

"Jeez, Vik. That was one time."

"One time that I'm still payin' off," he called over his shoulder as he crossed the room and began mixing up a batch of formula and electrolytes then returning to him and hooking the bag to the stand and kicking the biohazard bin up to his bedside. "Here, you handle that, I'll get the pull-out ready. I'm beat."

V took the end of the tube and situated it while Vik ruffled his hair on the way past. It felt like ages since they'd shared a bed and now, out of V's line of sight, Vik couldn't fight the giddy smile that came to his face. He'd been lonely as hell the past few months, and sure, he could have taken someone home if he'd really wanted, but the fact of the matter was, he hadn't really wanted anyone else. V was just about the only person who'd managed to worm his way past his defenses, there was no other.

The couch unfolded quickly and Vik set about making the bed, turning the lights down and setting an alarm.

"Need anythin' else?" He asked from around the corner. "Towel? Pillow?"

"You?"

Vik laughed, shaking his head as he returned to the other side of the room. "That's a given. You feelin' better?"

"Much," he said with a nod, the color already beginning to return to his face. "Bout ready to crash?"

"Yeah, not gonna lie to ya, I was ready for bed before you called. Made a nice pillow out of my paperwork. I'll take a look in the morning, make sure I didn't drool on anything important."

V swung his legs over the side of the table and hopped to his feet, stretching out his arms and cracking his neck before making his way to the back of the room.

"Huh, you weren't kiddin', looks just the same," he mused while he wiggled his way out of his cut off shorts, discarding them unceremoniously at his feet then flopping down on the mattress with a long, satisfied sigh. "Reuniting with you's nice and all, but I think I missed havin' a real mattress more."

"Well ain't it just your lucky day? Got both right here." Vik stripped out of his clothes as well then slid in under the covers next to him, taking him up in his embrace, relishing the feeling of skin against skin, burying in the unbleached roots of his hair.

V was on him in an instant, limbs tangling around him, head finding a spotting amongst the light scattering of hair on his chest. They fit together so perfectly, even after all this time.

"Glad you're here," Vik whispered, lips brushing against his forehead. "Wasn't quite the same without ya."

"You know you can come see me too, right? Ain't a one way street."

"And leave the clinic unattended? I'd go broke in a week."

"Nah, we'd figure something out," V murmured, nuzzling a bit closer. "You could just... take a vacation. Come with us. See the country."

"Not the sort of thing to spring on me at 2am."

"Why? Harder to bullshit me when you're half-asleep?"

"Bingo," Vik yawned, wrapping his arms a little tighter around the other man. "Does sound nice, can't deny that. Be nice to see what else is out there. Never did get to travel much, growing up. Too poor."

"Know exactly how that feels. Get out for a bit, see the world."

"Mm, it certainly seems to have done you a bit of good."

"Would do me a lot better to have you around for a bit. We can talk about it later, yeah?"

Vik nodded against the top of his head, holding him just a bit closer. "Yeah, we'll talk."

"You're the best, you know that? Love the hell outta you, old man."

Vik leaned in to place a kiss on the top of his head, his temple, his eyes and cheeks, and finally his lips, soft and lingering.

"I love you too, V. Now get some sleep. I've got work tomorrow and you've got a full day of being in my way ahead of you."

"Can't wait," V chuckled into his lips, his breathing slowing.

"G'night, V," he said to no response but a soft snore. It was better than he could have asked for. He was here.

[visd3stele]

DAY 6 - ROMANCE

my first ever ELUCIEN fic... well more like HEADCANON (my ship has sailed and needs strong winds, I'm begging Sarah) for @lucienweekofficial 2023 prompt list

TW: implied oral sex (male receiving), one use of the word "cock", sexual inuendo (blink and it's gone)

CONCEPT:

Elain agrees to spend some time with Lucien

gets to like him

he's smart, witty, cunning, well-spoken, romantic

he'd chose mind games and court play over war strategies, treaties over battles

he'd spewk the sweetes, most beautiful, lirical words to her

actual poetry

and he didn't even try to

and Elain can't lie herself any longer: he is stunning

and the mating bond wasn't the one blooming buds of love in her heart

it was just like her sister's said: mated or not, love works just as normally would and it only strenghtens the bond

and one time, Lucien gets hurt

poisoned by some spell he studied for Vassa

and is knocked out of his senses

time during which Elain takes care of him

and spoon feed him

(no one told her about the whole mate/food thing)

when Lucien gets back to normal he is hit with a violent need to have Elain, gritting his teeth when he sees her talking to Rhys in the doorway

and memories of Elain literally feeding him come ruahing in

"Elain," he whispers in panic, "I have to tell you something."

she humms questioningly and the sound alone is enough to harden him

Elain listens, then she confess that, though unintentionally, she's actually happy she accepted the bond

"I mean," she started to panic too, "only if it's what you wanted as well. Oh, dear Mother! I'm so sorry, I should have asked more about the bond. I didn't give you a choice! That's so horrible, I..."

and Lucien cuts her off with a sloppy attempt to a kiss

he grimaces "When I get better, I promise to show you how I really kiss"

and Elain, overwhelmed with desire, traces a lazy finger over the hardened cock she pretended not to notice earlier

"In the meantime, how about I help you with that?"

Lucien doesn't say "yes!" right away as he wanted

he protests weakly

"are you sure?" and "you don't have to..."

but Elain shushes him with a simple

"Do you want my hand or my mouth?"

that levels poor Lucien to the ground

"Mouth, please."

Elain smirks and...

[hey-imma-fangirl]

For cuphead and mugma'am

Just bribe eve

(Reference to the Amazing World of Gumball)

[boxed-n-bottled-arson]

Memento Mori,

Unus Annus

All References listed under cut:

Pole from Unus Annus Try pole Dancing

Mummy Eef

The Mother Apple Cider Vinegar

Fire eating stick

ONION

HotDog

Barrel Killer Bat

PaintBall gun (Ethan’s demise)

Baby Hand

DIY Bed of Nail

The Sauna

The Coffin

SCP Amy

The MerMer

The GonGoozler (Original design uwu)

Hooked on phonics card

Glass of pee

The Dildo

Bottle of milk

Ethan’s math quiz

Mark’s Nude drawing of Eef

Unus Tie

Melon man’s melon

Bowl of DIY slime

Ethan’s DIY boob 

Fire Cups

HeeHoo Taki prints

Goat Yoga mat (+ blessings)

Bear Trapping book

Good butter box

Brick soccer brick

Can of Del Monte quality corn

Barrel Gravestone (R.I.P)

Annus Tie

Ethan nude drawing of Mark

[cynicalcephalopod]

VOTED most likely to suck eggs in highschool. 

[seriowan]

hello! i was wondering if i could get a spicy fic with prompt 18 and dialogue 2 with echo? :)

masterlist ♡ from this prompt list prompt: (18) pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet; both of you unable to continue with the jokes dialogue: (2) god, you look so good.

cw/tw: explicit 18+ (MINORS DNI) teasing, sexual tension, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving)word count: 2.4knote: thanks for the submission, anon! writing echo as teasing was pretty challenging so i switched it up a bit and played with it. ☺️ enjoy!!

working for it - tbb echo x female!AFAB reader

Annoying Echo was a pastime. A hobby, really, worth every cent of your time if it meant being able to see that pout on his lips, or the flash of fire in his usually calm eyes.

He was extra irritated with you since the moment Hunter had assigned you to help him fix the ship. With Tech and Wrecker working on maintenance and cleaning at the parlor; Hunter and Omega halfway across the world on a side mission, you and Echo were left alone to fix the ship and continue Tech's modifications.

Not that you minded. You actually enjoyed annoying Echo, even when he showed his disapproval. Especially when he showed his annoyance.

Your reason was quite simple, contrary to Echo's confusion: You just liked seeing him annoyed. Echo was always so poised, so proper, and never once really gave into temptation like the others in the Batch. They shared drinks with you like you were part of the crew since their days in the tube; everyone except Echo who, shockingly, disapproved of you since you stepped foot on their ship.

You were loud, inattentive, and irritably funny. Though, he'd never mention that to you. Obviously. And yet, while you were nothing more than a nuisance, Echo never went more than the irritated eye roll or snarky comment. He never got angry enough to yell at you or frustrated enough to show you anything darker than a scowl.

And yet he always looked like he was struggling whenever you were around. Clenched fists, avoided eye contact, flushed cheeks... all of the evidence was there, laid out for you to simply look and connect the dots.

Today, you'd finally draw the whole picture.

Echo had no idea of your plan, of course. He was as oblivious as ever to your efforts, working away in the ship's engine as if you weren't even standing next to him. But, it was easy to admit that you weren't an image of beauty — you had grease all over your arms and neck, spotting your face and your chest. The purposefully chosen low-cut tank top was no longer white, but grey and spotted with brown oils and ship grease. Your overalls were unbuttoned, hanging over your waist after the grease had made the denim pitch black.

Your cleavage was on display like a fluorescent neon sign calling for Echo's attention. Still, it wasn't given. In fact, Echo avoided looking at your face entirely while he worked. He leaned into the belly of the ship, calling for tools and parts without once sharing a glance at your face.

Physical lure set aside, you decided to start goading him with relatively risky inuendos.

"You've got to open your fingers a bit more."

And you were close, nearly breathing down his neck as he worked to drill a screw behind a jungle of wires. Your breath fanned his neck, lips hovering just a few centimeters over his skin. Taking in a breath, you shut your eyes and sighed. Spearmint and gunship petroleum.

You glanced over his shoulder, arching a brow. "Work your way in there or you won't get it from that angle."

"I can get it from that angle just fine."

"Yeah?" You chuckled, grabbing the edge of the open ship to lean inside until you were face to face with what Echo worked on. "Are you that confident in yourself?"

"I'm pretty damn confident when no one is telling me what to do."

"I'm not telling you what to do," you corrected pointedly, grasping a piece that slipped out from the tip of his scomp arm. As you put it back in its spot and held it, Echo welded the edges together. "I'm simply advising and giving my educated input."

"Do you usually give everyone useless input?"

"Only when I like seeing them get frustrated by my genius folly."

Echo snorted. "Genius folly sounds a bit counterintuitive."

You backed away when he finished and moved on to a small adjustment in the wires. Propping your elbow on the metal mess of gears and engine pieces, you propped your chin in your hand, consequently spreading the grease from your fingers.

After a beat of silence, you sighed. "If you keep twisting your wrist like that, you'll never splice them correctly."

"Forgive me for being mutilated," Echo drawled sarcastically, raising his scomp arm for emphasis. "I'm not as efficient as I once was."

Your expression became smug. Worming your way closer to his side, you reached into the ship and leaned far enough to pop your ass out, all while expertly twisting the spliced wires with just one hand.

Echo finally looked at you, brows furrowed in irritation yet mingled with a certain sense of confusion that made you smirk. The close proximity left you shoulder-to-shoulder, holding eye contact the moment you turned your head to look up at him.

You teasingly ran your hand down his arm. He took a sharp breath.

"Oh," you hummed softly, briefly wetting your lips. "I think one hand can get the job done just fine."

He reacted before you could blink. One minute you were facing the ship's side and the next, Echo had your back pressing against the ship's cool metal exterior. He held a large hand against your chest, fingers sprawling across your collarbones to hold you in place.

Muddled eyes flickered across your face. He was distraught with emotions, a mix between anger and confusion, laced with a broken willingness as he seethed, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure you out." He looked from your eyes to your lips, furrowed his brows, and clenched his jaw. "I don't understand you. I don't understand why you make me want to just-"

His voice fell silent when he met your eyes. You were quiet, hardly uttering a word much less making any noise while his hand was on your chest, pressing you against the ship.

The craving for his touch coursed through you like electricity, preventing you from looking at him with anything a haze of want and need for more. You had finally, finally made him snap. Furrowed brows, parted lips, pupils blown wide with frustration, confusion, and just what you wanted to see.

Unsatiated need.

His gaze flickered to your lips with uncertainty. You smiled, pulling his attention back up to your silently pleading eyes. Palming his hand, you gave his fingers an assuring squeeze.

It's okay.

The flame was lit; the last line, finally connected to form an overall image. And by the maker, was it a beautiful picture of you and Echo, tangled in chaotic limbs while your lips danced to the fiery tune of your breaths, mingled and muffled with the few moans.

You couldn't help but sigh with relief. Bliss was so overwhelming that you struggled to keep yourself standing as he pinned you against the wall with his chest. He propped the scomp above your head, holding himself steady while his hand roamed down your side, fingers pebbling over the nipples that perked through your white tank top.

Echo, finally noticing that you were braless this entire time, arched his brows in surprise and pulled away from your lips with a breathy, "You were expecting this?"

"I've been working for it," you admitted with a sly smirk, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him back in for another kiss.

"I can see that," he spoke into your mouth, muffled by your lips. Giving your nipple a final tug through the thin fabric, he roamed his hand down your side before squeezing your hips to confirm that yes, you were real and he was there, drinking the taste of your tongue like it was nectar from the gods.

The glove on his hand was a nuisance to remove but once it was off, Echo slipped his fingers past the waistline of your overalls, and into your panties.

You grasped his bicep, still holding his stare as your eyes widened. His middle finger slipped through your warm cunt, collecting the slick that had pooled across your panties before dragging it, smearing it, spreading it all over your cunt until you felt yourself drip down your thighs. He smirked when he graced your clit with his fingertip, pleased by the breathless gasp and scrunched-up face of pleasure.

"Maker, you look so good," he exhaled in disbelief, tracing the outline of your body, memorizing the look of open-mouthed pleasure and cherry red cheeks; tousled hair and swollen lips.

Truly, in his eyes, you were damn near heavenly, even with the grease and the dirt and the grime sticking to your skin. You looked skewed with airy enjoyment, clouds of pure bliss hanging in your eyes as you stared at him and only him, capturing every look of perseverance and foggy doubt. The look of a mechanic was something else entirely that made his cock strain against his codpiece.

But that would be handled later. For now, you were both still debating if this was even real.

Echo couldn't believe that he was touching you. If anything, he couldn't believe that he was kissing you, the woman who had absolutely driven him mad with annoyance and frustration and utter aggravation. And the most unbelievable of them all was that he loved it — your moans, the way you rocked your head back against the ship, exposing your neck for him to suck, lick, and mark you as much as he desired. He loved the way you held onto his arm, legs trembling as massaged your cunt with alternating speeds and pressure.

Like the tables had turned and it was his mission to now make you come undone.

You couldn't believe that Echo's hand was masterfully skilled enough to drive you to the brink of orgasming after just a few minutes. But he worked methodically, sliding his fingers across your clit and through your lips — a pattern that made you shut your eyes and let out a moan when his middle and ring finger slipped into your pulsing cunt, palm grinding against your sensitive, buzzing clit.

Echo hid his heated face in the crook of your neck, latching his lips on the cleaner spots of skin underneath your ear. You rocked your head back, gripping the back of his neck as he continued to suck your neck and fuck your cunt with his fingers. The added grind of his palm against your clit left you violently shaking, sputtering low praises into his ear to keep your voice from echoing.

"Fuck, Echo, that feels so good- M-Maker, you're so- fuck!"

"Let me have a taste," he breathed into your neck, slowing down the pace of his hand until he was leisurely dipping his fingers into your cunt and dragging the wetness through your lips and over your clit. You mewled, tightening your grip on his neck. "Let me taste you. Give me what I worked for."

"Fuck yes, anything," you whined, grinding your hips against his palms when you grew unsatisfied by the slow pace. "Anything you want, you can have. Just keep touching me— please."

Echo didn't need to be told twice. Shucking your overalls and panties down your legs, he kneeled in front of you and hooked your left leg over his shoulder, eyes flickering up to meet yours with a devilish smirk on his lips.

Holding his scomp against the ship's side for stability, he grabbed your hip with the other and leaned your hips outward, giving him a full view of the glistening pink pussy that he had coated with his hand.

Gods, the view was enough to make you want to melt right then and there. Echo, kneeling in front of you, locked onto your gaze with lustful eyes that drank and watched every twisted gasp, whiny moan, and breathless pleads. He watched you as he leaned forward and he watched you as he opened his mouth, dragging his tongue through your heat, then swallowing.

You lowered your hand, swiping your thumb across his brow. The affectionate movement didn't go unnoticed for he stilled, pulling his mouth from your cunt, lips shiny and wet with your arousal.

"Nothing to say?" He goaded, cocking a brow. "Maybe I should do this more often; if it gets you to stop pestering me."

"Clearly it's- fuck- working," you heaved, chest rising and falling as you arched your back and let out a long, dragging groan. "Oh fuck, Echo, I think I'm going to come. Fuck, just like that, keep doing that."

Echo clenched your hip hard enough to assure that you'd have fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning. His tongue glided while his lips sucked, drawing your coil tighter, faster, and louder until your head was swimming and your lips were blubbering noises and mindless rambles.

Static buzzed through your body, toes curling with pleasure when the white-hot supernova in your gut exploded and showered you with warmth. The euphoria rippled through you until you were physically trembling, holding onto Echo's shoulders with both hands, eyes clenched shut and riddled with stars.

Every movement felt like standing on water. Echo lowered your leg from his shoulder but the second it touched the ground, the weightlessness consumed it as well. You would have collapsed had Echo not stood, pulling your underwear and overalls up as he rose. He fixed the straps to your clothes, adjusted your tank top, and placed his hand on your side to steady you.

Arching your head, you looked up just in time for Echo to place his forehead against yours in a strikingly intimate gesture. It felt so right. Like you were both puzzle pieces of different shapes and colors, yet perfectly made to fit.

He exhaled a steady breath, cheeks puffing. You swallowed and hummed with contentment.

"So, does this mean you'll do this every time I pester you? Or was that just hypothetical."

Echo pulled away, eyes narrowed. Though he had a scowl of annoyance, you didn't miss the teasing tone that made your heart swell.

"It's open for interpretation," he mused. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest, eyes twinkling playfully. "Now let's get back to work, we've got some more to do before the others get back."

"Why, don't want them to see you glowing like you're a Jedi with mystical powers?"

He scoffed and gently nudged you away with a palm to your face, earning a surprised yelp.

"Get back to work, peach. That's an order."

-

[shsl-fander]

HAPPY DUKECEIT WEEK DAY 1

Prompt: Truth/Dare

Pairing: Janus x Remus

Tw: Sexual inuendos

Au:Human, college

@dukeceitweek

@spacedouterri

Janus Castillo was a complicated guy. He typically kept to himself, despite being a typical view at a college party. Rumors spread like fire, light whispurs shushed as he sulked by nose buried in a book. He was mysterious, yet edgy always paired with his slick leather jacket. A jacket he fit so perfectly into it just highlighted his figure.

Which meant Remus found him incredibly intriguing. His sharp piercing stare, eyes narrow, darkening as he spoke.His voice itself, a confident racous sound. Yet it almost seemed soft as well, barely above a whisper though that didn't mean it wasn't able to send a chill down ones spine. An unknown mystery, was he a top honors student, was he a rebel, somehow both? Either way Remus yearned to know more. Not only did it peak his curiousity and creativity ; he was extremely attractive.

So when Remus found himself dazing off at a Friday night party, gaze focussed ahead at the chatting chucking Janus, he just knew he had to go up to him.

He sauntered himself over towards Janus, "hey! Janus is it right?" he greeted with a grin, eyes shimmering with hope. "A group over theres playing truth or dare, care to join?" He took a quick glance around, "I mean its kinda just you not playing sooo It'd be weird if you said no-" he pointed out.

Janus froze, he raised an eyebrow before slowly gazing up towards Remus, eyeing him up and down for a moment (which was enough for Remus's heartbeat to rapidly increase). "Hm, sure why not," he replies, "I like your jacket by the way," he adds after a moment of walking with him.

Remus couldn't help but smile, gripping onto his jacket tight. His eyes grew wide, blush rising to the apples of his cheeks. "You should see me without it, and the rest of my clothes to be honest," he coos, clicking his tounge as he spoke.

He bounced on the balls of his feet eagerly, as he continued to fidget with his hands, extremely jittery.

Janus huffed, his head tilting upwards towards Remus. He narrowed his eyes meeting his gaze with the other. "Oh really?" he quipped, almost in a whisper. Janus chuckled, stifling back a smile of his own. "Can't believe you won't even tell me your name first I mean isn't that a bit rude?" he jabs teasingly.

Remus stumbled, blush darkening to more of a crimson shade, "Remus!" he exclaimed in response, "Remus Adelio," he added quickly. Oh my god, he was actually talking to Janus and it was absolutely amazing.

Yeahh Remus had a huge crush on him if it wasn't already a crush it was definitely one now.

The truth or dare game had gone as expected, mostly casual though a few interesting things until finally it was Remus's turn.

His face lit up as he turned towards Janus next to him, "truth or dare!"

Janus sighed, rolling his eyes at the othee before he spoke up,"dare, why not," he hissed. Janus tapped his fingers on his arm mindlessly, waiting for Remus.

Remus's scooted himself closer, glancing down to Janus's lips before his eyes darted at his eyes again. "Kiss me," he smirked, "unless you're too scared or something because I get it I'm just too intimidating," he cackled, trying to ignore his obnoxiously loud heart beat. Remus could feel his face heat up, anxiously waiting for Janus's answer.

Though, before he could muster another word he was yanked forward, lips smashed into Janus's. Remus's eyes blinked closed as he leaned himself forward, his hands running up and down Janus's sides. Remus's lungs ached and yet he absolutely loved it, every short shared breath between them, the way Janus's lips would gently puff against his own.The connection, the spark that hit once their lips met. Remus melted into Janus's tight embrace, captured by his soft lips. Remus only paused for a moment to mumble small sayings.

Janus hummed contently, cuping the others face ever so gently.

That kiss was only the first of many.

Word Count:688

[kiwikipedia]

Lepidoptera

Chapter 1: Papilio polyxenes

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rating: T (Language, violence, death, possible inuendo)

Summary: 

There exists a creature that spans across many planets in the galaxy, with an unthreatening appearance and reputation. Their bodies are simplified to the utmost limit.

Simplicity is therefore flexibility. Simplicity is therefore tenacious. That is the Caterpillar. A simple insect dropped into the Box.

Cad Bane had thought she was retired, known she was. Because, after all, Sylv Rex was a well-known Bartender on Coruscant now. And hasn’t donned her moniker in ages.

Extra Notes: Cad Bane/OC/Embo Established Relationship, Deception Arc AU

AO3

[First Chapter] || Next >

So yeah the Guard fic was sorta a fail and is on hiatus until I get motivation/people get interested I guess? lol, but I’ve been thinking about these three for a while now and eh why not right? I really am enjoying doing more with Sylv as of late so what the hell? 

Oh yeah, just a general TW for anyone who has Entomophobia— There will be bug talk throughout the fic. Sylv’s entire fighting style and abilities are based off of caterpillars because i totally did not get inspired to give her more flavor aside from being a sniper while i was reading the Aarachnid Manga, nope.

But yeah, there’s gonna be a lot of bug/caterpillar talk.

To begin with, Cad Bane had expected to get paid when he touched down after delivering Eval to Count Dooku. He hadn't expected to be roped into whatever the hell this was— some sort of competition that the Count had made, for what reason he didn't care. Probably his own amusement.

Bane was a man who planned things out, so he had to be careful with the unexpected details and plan for those while knowing nothing about them. But were a number of things that Bane had expected from this little competition of Dooku’s— the one that he had been told about upon arrival with Rako Hardeen.

He would later look back and find that he was annoyed with how much he had actually predicted— wasn't the Count supposed to be crafty? 

The first on his list was Dooku, was as predicted— annoying as ever. And he had yet to pay him at all.

Bane only liked working for him because he payed well— and using the word like was a far stretch. But other than that, the Count could shove his noble attitude and haughty behavior up his ass. If he knew he'd come out alive, he'd have riddled the old man with blaster bolts for pissing him off a while ago— but he didn't gamble with lethal chances, not on that scale at least. He'd be stupid if he didn't take note of the sheer authority that Dooku held and the red-bladed lightsaber on his hip.

If he wanted to kill Dooku, he'd have to plan that at a later date.

Moralo Eval was also annoying, too, and overly confident to boot. Well, at last that hadn't changed just beacuse they were with Dooku now. He really was someone that Bane would be glad to just kill on a whim, if possible, but apparently he was needed and he had spent too much time getting him out of prison to just kill him off so soon.

And Hardeen was weirdly clingy. Annoying fucker felt off to him still, but who was he to judge? Regarding almost everyone with suspicion kept you alive and thats how he would like to stay.

On top of those three annoyances, waiting for nightfall had been a bore. Bane couldn’t even catch a few hours of sleep, or even a godsdamned wank if he wanted to�� not with Dooku lumping Hardeen in the same room as him while they waited. He didn't trust the bastard not to murder him in his sleep— and would've been weirded out if the sniper didn't. It was the lack of privacy that pissed him off more though.

But when night did finally fall and all the Hunters were called down to the court yard. Well, once again, there were both unexpected, and expected, factors down there.

There were too many bounty hunters for it to be a simple ‘everyone survives but we’re testing you anyways’ sort of gimmick— and even those ended in death because fuckers didn’t know when not to be trigger happy. Not like he could complain— if it annoyed him, it was dead, simple as that.

It didn’t take Bane long to put together that everything was an elimination game as he glanced around subtly.

Good.

The so-called upper ring of Bounty Hunters was getting far too congested.

Best this, best that, second to this, second to that— for fucks sake, the Guildmaster's Proxies and clients might as well start handing out participation trophies at this point.

Still, there were some familiar faces, much to his annoyance as he walked with Hardeen down to the others. An expected factor, because Bane knew almost every Hunter— kept tabs on most of them too, best to make sure none of his rivals got too close to him in kill count.

Onca and Bulduga, never separated and always together, of course were there, and Bulduga had a nice hat that Bane knew he could use as an excuse to kill the damned Ithorian. Maybe he’d get a shot off at Onca too. Derrown was there too, in all of his multi-legged glory, Sixtat and Twazzi as well and Mantu and Kiera Swan— all annoyances in his books. Good killers, sure, but anonying.

Still, as he walked past Derrown and Sixtat he was pleased to notice that there was a more than familiar face there. 

Looks like the giant bastard was here too, though Embo had left his damned Anooba at home it seemed. It was probably for the best.

And Hardeen was still fucking talking to him— asking him about whatever the Count was planning.

Like he knew what the old man wanted from them.

Bane resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he tipped his hat to Embo, giving the annoying Sniper some sort of answer he didn't and wouldn't rememebr— the Kyuzo did the same in return, though there was some amusement in those compound eyes of his. The damned bastard could probably pick up on his ire.

He saw him nudge the fourth in the group of Hunters that he was standing in and Bane felt a headache coming on as the person turned around.

A hood over the figure's head concealed any of the noticeable features on first glance, with fur on the edge making it hard to see even a fucking face. It made sense that he didn’t recognize the figure at first, though. They had been standing in the shadows that Embo and Derrown cast, and had their back to him as he and Hardeen walked past. But the sniper case slung on their back whould have been a give away— he saw the damned every other month at least, sitting in a storage closet.

There were no words exchanged as the figure turned around fully, a half finished cigarette between her teeth.

Dooku had somehow gotten the famed Sylvraius Rex, the famed Caterpillar Sniper, out of retirement.

The thing about every caterpillar that Bane’s had the pleasure of seeing is that they looked relatively harmless, and they usually prefered not to start fights— though it was split thirty-seventy on that matter, he’d noticed and had read. 

So it was more like seventy percent of the caterpillars were docile on a galactic sense.

Sylv was much like a caterpillar, that was what she had been made to be like anyways. An Adaptive Mutant— A Human experiment.

She rarely would start a fight but sure as hell could end one. Docile until provoked, and a lot more violent than one would expect.

Simple, yet dangerous.

If she was here, and out of retirement, things just got a whole lot more interesting— not just now, but as a whole.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as he drew near Onca and Bulduga.

The two had gotten in his way more than once when he was chasing down a big target and it pissed him off to see them there.

A big issue with the Guild was that half of the proxy-masters didn’t know how to do shit, even though the Guildmaster did. Half the orders didn’t get filtered down, and really, it was Cradossk’s fault. The old Trandoshan got what had been coming for him, though. Last he heard, he was at the lowest rung of the Hunters ever since the new Guildmaster took over.

The Guildmaster who was standing over there with a cocky smirk on her face, as if she hadn't spent over ten years off of the field.

But that was besides the point.

The point was that the two brothers had taken bounties form him one too many times— and doing it once in and of itself was a serious offense in his book. Repeated offenses? Well, they might as well have signed their own death warrants already.

Bulduga was the bigger issue over Onca, he pissed him off, for one, and he knew he was the smarter of the two— but he could easily use the hat as an excuse to kill the older one off.

Petty, but on brand, he supposed. If anyone gave him shit for it, they'd be next too. And by anyone, he meant Hardeen, who kept protesting everything he was doing.

The two Ithorians turned to him and Hardeen as they approached, and he knew that there was recognition in those eyes of theirs. Who wouldn't recognize him, after all? But, it was more than just that, they knew what they had done. Knew what was coming for them— they wouldn't have been the first to have gotten a face full of blasterbolts for taking his Bounties, after all. 

“Nice hat,” Bane drawled, pushing hand Hardeen’s hands away from grabbing him. Bulduga’s own hand moved towards his blaster at that, the Ithorian trumpeting lowly in warning.

Bane didn’t bother, simply continuing to advance on the two, stopping only about a meter or two away from them. Probably less.

“Where’d you get it?”

There was a split second of silence before Bulduga, quicker than a lot of others could say they could, drew his blaster and made an attempt to get off a shot— but Bane was faster.

There were few that could claim to be faster than Bane in a Quick-Draw, and Bulduga was not one of them as he shot the Ithorian square in the chest. The Ithorian went down with a low groan and the hat that he donned drifted up as he fell— and then right into Bane’s own hands on the way down.

Onca stared at his brother’s corpse, still smoking from the shot, before back at Bane as he tossed his old hat onto the corpse with a click of his tongue.

“What’re ya lookin’ at,” he grunted as he turned, feeling not just Onca but also Hardeen and everyone else’s eyes on him. “’t’s a nice hat.”

Hardeen looked ready to say something but held his tongue.

From the corner of his eye he saw Embo shake his head and Sylv chuckle a bit as she let out a puff of smoke, flicking the ash from her cigarette. He should ask her to bum him one later, he didn't have any on him— that damned supplier barely had anything in the first place, cigarettes, let alone deathsticks.

His attention was drawn away at Dooku’s arrival, all of them turning and seemingly moving at one towards the Count. Moralo Eval was next to him, and a few droid-guards flanking them as they stepped down into the courtyard. And with the rest of the hunters, they had all created a loose sort of semicircle.

“Welcome to Serenno,” the Count said, gesturing to them all.

Bane glanced to his right, catching Sylv’s eye as she looked past him at Hardeen. There was something in her gaze that made him bristle a bit. Curiosity, interest.

He didn’t like it.

Bane was, to an extent, a possessive man.

While he wouldn’t call whatever he had with the woman and Embo love, it was certainly something and it was something that was his. And he didn’t like sharing— Embo was the exception. He liked the giant bastard, and Sylv did too. He did not and would not allow Hardeen in.

(Logically, he knew the Hunter-Turned-Bartender wasn’t his to own, to possess, to keep. She would rather gut him than listen to him say anything like that, and then gut him again if he tried to cage her. But it still pissed him off.)

Embo was glancing down at them both from the other side of Sylv, brow ridge raised a bit and Bane scowled before looking back at the Count, making a silent vow to kill the other sniper if anymore interest was taken.

“You have been invited here because you are the best bounty hunters in the galaxy,” the Count continued, gazing to each of them individually. “Kiera Swan, two-time winner of the Obsidian Sphere.”

The Weequay woman looked smug at that, smirking to herself as Dooku moved on to the next one of them.

“Derrown, known simply as the exterminator.”

The Parwan just blinked, bobbling up and down a bit.

“Sixtat, the Outlands Butcher.”

The Sakiyan nodded as he was addressed, seeming just as smug as Swan. Dooku moved on, gazing at Embo, who gazed back with ease.

“Embo, your bounty tallies were second only to one last season.”

The Kyuzo hummed lowly, glancing back down at Bane. He simply adjusted his hat as he was addressed next— hiding a smirk in the shadow it cast. Embo was the only one who could dare get close enough now days, not that any of the others really had the skill to.

“Cad Bane, who needs no introduction.”

Damn right he didn’t need one. He had garnered enough of a reputation in general to bypass any flowery titles— hell, his name was one. Bane. It hadn't been his original name, but that had been lost to time anyways. He was Cad Bane who needed no introduction, and that's all that mattered.

“Rako Hardeen, the marksman of Concord Dawn.”

Hardeen looked up when addressed and again, and again, Bane felt as if something was off. He didn’t know the sniper well enough to gauge it for certain, but very few bounty hunters didn’t take pride in the names and accomplishments they garnered.

Embo was one of the few that that he could think of off the top of his head— and it was mostly because of his temperament. Embo had pride, but wasn’t prideful. He wasn’t chatty, and prefered quiet company save for certain occasions. Embo didn't have, and didn't need, a title or introduction, so he had no need to become smug or prideful when introduced.

But for someone as chatty as Hardeen, though? It was a strange reaction to not react when his moniker was given.

Bane’s thoughts snapped back to Dooku as the Count continued listing names off.

“—Sinrich, inventor of the holographic disguise matrix, Mantu, your people were once a peaceful race. How far they have fallen...”

The Count’s gaze turned to Sylv who was partially hidden in Embo’s shadow, and partially hidden by her hood still.

“And finally, Sylvraius Rex, the famed Caterpillar Sniper. It is good to see you out of retirement.”

Sylv smirked, teeth flashing in the shadows as she exhaled smoke again, and there was a bit of confusion among the hunters present.

Those who didn’t know the title were likely wondering what the hell was with the caterpillar part of the old moniker. Which was understandable, he would never admit it out loud, but he had been confused as well.

Caterpillars were known as being simple creatures, ones often ignored because of how harmless they seemed. Emphisis on the seemed part, because with simplicity there was flexibility. Simplicity was thus tenaciousness. Bane knew better.

The ones who did know were confused on why she was there. She had retired without a word ages ago, and many knew that she was simply a bartender— their bartender now— usually.

But again… Hardeen had little reaction.

Embo and him made sense, they knew Sylv well, very well, actually. A ‘live-together-but-not-really’ kind of well, a ‘fucked-more-than-once-and-have-a-weird-domestic-life-Bane-wouldn’t-ever-admit-to’ kind of well. 

Their lack of reactions were normal. They knew her now and they had known her from before she had retired and vanished off of the grid.

Hardeen though?

He had to wonder. It wasn’t normal. And Bane knew that Rako Hardeen had to have heard of the Caterpillar Sniper— every sniper he had met had known about her.

“In a few moments,” And Dooku was talking again. “All twelve of you will enter what we call The Box.”

The man gestured to the large structure that was behind them, and he wasn’t alone when he turned to look at it. It was true to its name, at least, a giant, cube structure that towered above them.

“Some of you will not make it out alive. For those who do, we are looking for up to the six most skilled among you. Any additional survivors will be eliminated,” the Count continued, gazing at them all as they turned back around. “To preserve the integrity of the job that awaits you, place your weapons here.”

With a flick of his hand, two of his droids marched forwards with a cart of sorts and the Hunters began to slowly place their weapons on it— the visible ones at least.

“For those we choose, you will, of course, be paid most handsomely. But more than that, you will be a part of an operation remembered as a turning point in the Clone Wars.”

Bane drew both his blasters, flipping them over as Hardeen set his rifle on the cart. Though he put the twin blasters down as well, Embo dropping his bowcaster down without a word, and Sylv setting her own sniper rifle case down next to his— but he knew damn well that the three of them had hidden weapons on their bodies.

Bane still had his boots and gadgets on, and the number of knives hidden on him was enough to convict him of any crime if he got caught. Embo still his hat as well, and just as many blades most likely, and by the hells, Sylv’s entire body might as well be a weapon.

Dooku really should known better— that or he did and he was hoping that some of them would just out right murder one another anyways. Either outcome was fine in Bane’s book.

“And when we succeed, we will bring the Republic to its pitiful knees.”

At least he was finally done talking.

Eval stepped forwards then, one hand clasped behind his back and the other being used to gesture at them.

“Listen up,” the Phindian ordered. “The Box was designed by me, Moralo Eval, to simulate certain situations that might happen on the job. Go now.” 

And Bane couldn’t help but scowl as he turned towards The Box, he really hated Eval’s tone of voice.

“Enter The Box… If you have the courage…”

He caught Sylv rolling her eyes as she snuffed her cigarette out on the heel of her boot before she stepped forwards, hands in her coat's pockets.

Bane adjusted his hat, and fell in step with her and the others as they approached the Box.

Certainly, things were about to get interesting.

I'm gonna have Sylv's character sheet out on my tumblr soon enough, I just gotta figure out how I want her coat to be styled, but there's a few things already in the OC tag for her here.

Papilio polyxenes or the Eastern black swallowtail is one of the more common butterflies in the United States. I think every chapter title will be a latin name for a caterpillar/butterfly.

Also yes, I do subscribe to the bounty hunter hat duo bang idea, how did you know?