#floral poisons talk
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step aside vil—
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insecurities
pairing: vada cavell & female reader
summary: in which vada makes an offensive comment about your appearance, knowing you already hated it.
word count: 2.7k
warnings: serious topics, body image, body shaming comment, alcohol poisoning.
author’s note: remember that words don’t define you, you’re beautiful just the way you are and do not need to change yourself.
the ending on this one is rushed, i’m sorry about that. also sorry if you guys don’t like this idea, it was just smth that popped into my mind.
Shopping with Vada was absolutely pointless.
She would complain about everything and nothing. About her feet hurting, about how she didn't have enough money for new things, or how she found it completely unnecessary to buy clothes when she already had enough.
You had spent multiple times with Vada in countless malls, walking through different stores, listening to her complaining all the time, whining like a child and nag about it being boring.
This time you had suggested for Vada to bring Mia along, for company while you tried things on. You thought it would make things easier for you; not having to deal with your child like girlfriend.
However you were wrong.
You were at the local mall alongside Mia and Vada, shopping for dresses who would be appropriate for your birthday party. You were really excited; two people were there to help you pick.
Although they didn't help. They were too busy talking and gossiping about losers at school to even notice the dresses you were showing.
You could understand that this probably wasn't the most exciting thing to do, but you thought they would at least pay attention, considering Vada was your girlfriend, and Mia was one of your closest friends.
You had been gushing about this party for months, so you didn't understand why they were suddenly so uninterested.
"What about this one?" You spoke, trying to drown out their loud conversation with your own voice.
Vada didn't listen for one bit. She only turned her head when Mia did so, only because it ended their dialogue.
"That one's pretty." Mia said, adoring gaze scanning the dress.
The dress was black with floral design that covered the whole fabric. The fabric was lightweight and flowy. You felt pretty, it suited you very well.
"It's alright." Vada said not long after, her lips formed in a thin line, there was frustration in her voice, like she was mad at you for interrupting their talk.
This was the second dress you tried on and Vada was already bored and frustrated, you could tell. She wasn't exactly hiding it.
You decided it'd be for the better to just hurry up, even though that wasn't what you had planned. You didn't want to waste their time.
Nodding your head, taking their answers into consideration, before turning around to get into the next dress.
This one was your favorite.
Navy blue with an open back, glitter decorating the whole dress. It was tight, rather short as well, but you felt sophisticated in it. Pretty. Gorgeous in fact. Which was rare for you.
You smiled to yourself in the mirror, prepared for Vada and Mia to liking just as much as you.
However, when you pull the dressing room curtain to the side, they didn’t even bother to turn their heads to look at you. They were way too busy talking yet again.
They were laughing about something. And a strange feeling in you were saying that it was either about you or the dresses you were showing.
You stood there dumbfounded for a minute, waiting for them to turn their attention to the clothing piece. But they didn't.
"Vada?" You called out, since her opinion was the one that really mattered.
She still didn't turn her head, although you knew she heard you. You could tell by the way her head slightly turned, her eyes not leaving Mia as she talked. You couldn't even bother to listen to what they were saying.
Seconds later she put her hand up, signaling for you to wait for her to finish listening, and for Mia to stop talking. Which at this point, could take ages.
You were starting to grow tired of her ignorance. She always did this whenever Mia was around. Sometimes she would find subjects to talk about that you couldn't be included in on purpose, either that or you just couldn't relate.
Her name fell from your lips again, and this time her head snapped in your direction, nothing but exasperation painting her face. "What?"
The previous smile on your face fell once you heard the harsh tone in her voice. "Could you at least look at it?"
Vada's gaze was burning onto your skin, she was looking at you as if you just told her that she had to be quiet for the rest of the year.
You couldn't put a finger on the reason for why she had gotten this angry, she used to get like this, but when she did there would at least be some kind of motive for it. Now there wasn't.
It was like steam was coming out of her ears. All you did was ask her to look at the dress for like what? One second? And she looked furious.
Vada didn't know what had gotten into her either. She didn't like being interrupted, but when it was you, she didn't care. Now she did.
She cast a discerning gaze over the dress, her eyes revealing a clear hint of annoyance. "It makes you look big. I don't like it." She spat out before she could process her words.
The confidence in the dress was quickly drained away by Vada's comment. It was like a punch to the gut, a lump beginning to form in your throat.
You suddenly felt embarrassed, for even thinking she would like the dress in the first place. Of course she didn't like it. What did you except?
"Oh." You bit your lip, trying to the prevent the layer of tears from falling, which you felt was beginning to coat your irises. "Okay"
You didn't think twice before hurrying back to the dressing room, being quick to pull the curtain back so it covered you. Mumbles from Vada and Mia could be heard, but they were shut out as the ringing in your ears took over, quiet sobs falling from your mouth.
Checking the dress in the mirror one last time, you saw what Vada might've seen. Now all you could see was the body that you used to see back in sophomore year, back to when you used to stand in front of the mirror in tears and panic every day.
There was a few more dresses you had yet to try on, however, you had lost interest in pursuing that particular topic. All because of what Vada said.
You rushed yourself out of the dress, not standing the sight of it in the mirror.
And while you were about to get into your regular clothes, you heard Vada's voice right outside the changing room.
"Y/n, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it." She sounded regretful. "You looked beautiful in it.. I don't know why I said that."
It was true. Vada had no clue why she said what she said and did what she did. She felt like she had absolute no control over what her mouth was doing. Like always. She always ended up saying something she didn't mean or stuff that was completely inappropriate.
She knew you'd had problems with confidence and self esteem before, which only made the guilt in her chest grow stronger and bigger.
You didn't care for Vada's attempt at solving the problem she caused. Instead you rapidly grabbed all of the dresses on their hangers and rushed out, not bothering to look at Vada's sad expression, filled with remorse and guilt.
You rushed past her, not even glancing at Mia who was standing further away, looking at you in the same way.
"Aren't going to try the rest?" Vada rushed behind you, almost stepping on your heels for walking so closely behind.
"No." You answered harshly before the full question had time to exit her mouth.
She didn't ask why; because she knew the reason. The reason was her. And her too big of a mouth.
All of the dresses you were carrying were put onto the return racks before you walked out of the store.
You could feel Vada hot on your trails, Mia walking further away, surely not wanting to get into the middle of the situation.
"You should, they would all look pretty." She tried. But it was unclear if you heard her.
Vada's short legs couldn't keep up with your rapid speed, making her groan in frustration. You pushed through people, your only goal being to get out of the mall.
All you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and melt away.
Which was what you did.
***
The party was set two days later. Which felt sooner than expected.
You didn't want to have the party anymore.
That's why you had half a mind to just drink all of the punch and alcohol you had bought for the guests, and tell everyone the party was cancelled. Although it was too late for that.
You weren't sure if Vada was still coming, you hadn't contacted her ever since you left her a good night text the day of the mall 'accident'. She probably was coming though, she probably thought nothing of it.
However, it was everything Vada could think about. Her mind had been clouded by the look on your face when she told you that you looked big in that dress. Her words were echoing in her head.
She hadn't reached out to you because she thought it was for the best to give you space. Also because she didn't know what she would say. Of course she would pour out apologies and excuses, but she knew that wouldn't mean anything. But it hurt her to pieces knowing she had done something so incredibly wrong, to you of all people.
Which is why Vada was now placed on your living room couch, watching dozens of people dancing with drinks in their hands, scanning the people in case her eyes would get in contact with your figure.
She hadn't seen you all night, and it was starting to worry her. You used to run towards Vada the second you knew she arrived, now you hadn't.
The music was so loud the whole house was basically shaking of the vibrations from the speakers.
Vada was about to give up looking for you, when all of a sudden, she saw the top of your head not too far away from the dance floor.
She immediately forced herself up from her position on the couch, leaving her red solo cup in the living room table to approach you. Pushing through all the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to get to you.
You stood at the kitchen island with a beer in your hand, a big smile on your face as you spoke to one of your friends.
You hated beer. Vada knew that.
"Y/n?" Vada called out, almost screaming to be heard over the loud music and chattering.
Your head slowly turned to her, and just by looking at you for two seconds, she could tell you were drunk out of your mind.
Your eyes were almost bloodshot and glassy, your movements were unsteady and your face was flushed. "Hi Vada." And your breath reeked alcohol.
"Didn't think you were coming." You slurred, bringing the drink up to your mouth.
The girl who stood in front of you quickly slipped away from the two of you, joining the others on the dance floor.
As Vada's eyes scanned your figure, she could see you weren't wearing any of the dresses you tried on, the dress you were wearing was one of your old ones, it was loosely fitting so she couldn't see your figure that she admired. But it was her fault, she reminded herself.
"Don't you think you've had enough of those?" Vada asked, about to take the beer bottle out of your hand, but you moved it away so she was unable to.
"Probably" You laughed, putting your free hand on the table behind for support and prevent yourself from falling backwards. Taking another sip of the drink, your face scrunching up in disgust from the bitter taste.
This had been your plan for the whole night. Drinking more than you could handle, so you wouldn't feel like yourself.
You had spent the whole afternoon standing in front of the mirror, understanding what Vada had meant by the comment, understand that she was right. That's what you told yourself.
Vada hated seeing you like this. She was used to having to take care of you when you went to parties together, however she had never seen you this affected.
Hence to why she thought it was a good idea to bring you somewhere where you could be alone.
"Should we go outside?" Vada asked close to your ear, so she knew for certain that you heard.
You let out a scoff, "Why? So you could push me into the pool and tell me how big the big splash was?"
Vada flinched at your remark, and even though she knew the comeback was something you'd make without alcohol in your blood, she tried to tell herself it was just your fogged mind speaking.
She knew you wouldn't come with her just because she asked, you never did when drunk. Hence to why she grabbed your forearm with a firm grip, but not too hard for it to hurt you.
She pulled you through the dance floor, ignoring people cursing at her for pushing through them with her body. She walked you outside to the backyard, and luckily enough, nobody was there.
You didn't protest when she sat you down onto one of the pool chairs, mostly because you couldn't think straight and didn't know what was going on. Your head was spinning from all the punch and alcohol.
Vada sat down on the chair next to you, inspecting your features and how your lips were shaped like a frown.
She was completely aware that you probably wouldn't remember this tomorrow, but she felt like she had to apologize to you at that moment, even though she likely had to do it again when you were clear-headed.
"Y/n." Vada started, not knowing how to continue when your eyes met hers.
"Yes?" You replied quick, voice sounding even more slurry than before.
She let out a sigh, thinking how to form her apology without it sounding forced or sarcastic. "I-I'm so sorry for saying you looked big." She began, her voice feeling shaky; filled with regret from what she'd done.
You looked up at her, eyes sad and hollow with tears starting to form.
"I don't know why I said tha- I was so passionate about talking. I didn't even pay attention to you- You're the prettiest girl I know and I just-...I don't know why I said that." Vada rambled, her hands flying all over the place.
Normally you would smile at Vada's rambling, but now you didn't. And she noticed that.
She exhaled deeply before continuing, trying to think her words through even harder this time, since it clearly didn't work the first.
"I didn't mean what I said. And I'm sorry." Vada spoke up again, trying to sound calmer than she actually was.
You didn't answer, just staring back at her with your beautiful eyes. It was making Vada nervous, her hands starting to sweat. Were you about to break up with her? Oh god, if you did she would never forgive herself.
You licked your lips, looking like you were about to say something, and you did. "Why did you say it then?"
The question made Vada furrow her brows, didn't you listen to her rambling? Were you too drunk to even notice she had been talking this whole time?
"I don't know." Vada sighed, getting frustrated with herself for being such a blabbermouth.
She scooted herself to the edge of the beach bed, taking your hands in hers. Vada had never been great with the physical touch thing, she loved when you would take her hands or touch her face, but she felt like she did it awkward. She thought she made everything awkward.
"You looked great in that dress.. all of the other ones too.. I'll buy them all for you if you ever forgive me." Vada spoke softly, gently rubbing her thumb over your hand.
"Serious?" You grinned.
Vada nodded. "Promise." Putting up her pinky for you to link with.
"You're forgiven then." Your finger joined hers, solidifying the promise.
You knew you weren't sober or in the right mindset, but you did know that you did want those dresses.
Drunk or not.
#jenna ortega x reader#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x reader#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x fem!reader#vada cavell x reader#wednesday addams x reader#mabel x reader#please don’t flop
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poison in my mind
PAIRING: idol!jisung x afab older stylist reader
WORD COUNT: 5.8k
SUMMARY: he has been your poison for years - Jisung with his innocent looking face, steely gaze, and wicked tongue. you do your best to keep a professional relationship with him during your work as a stylist for NCT Dream but his calls of "Noona" on set continue to test your patience.
AUTHOR NOTE: A VERY belated happy birthday to Andy Park and a big thank you to SM for letting us have that Poison live performance at the end of the year. This has been half written ever since the Poison track video behind vlog went up a million years ago but fueled even more by the dance intro at MMA. His more recent lives may have also served as inspiration. I hope you all enjoy this very self indulgent fic made especially for all my friends who also love Jisung <3
WARNINGS: explicit smut, idolverse, pet names (including Noona kink I'm so sorry)
PLAYLIST: Poison by NCT Dream, Quiet Down by NCT Dream, OK! by NCT U
dreaming 'bout you, dreaming 'bout you
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The set is buzzing with nervous energy in the dimly lit space, dark blue light cascading over the stage area dressed with large floral arrangements that almost make it look like the ocean floor. Renjun is talking to the camera filming their behind vlog footage and you look up from the shirt you are steaming when you hear his voice.
“Dream will try for the sexy vibe for the first time,” with a sly smirk.
You can’t help but chuckle as the makeup artist next to you elbows your side and you tut at her, waving the steamer to quiet her. It wasn’t a secret that the Poison track video was going to be beloved by fans because of the concept and the way the members were styled. You had been tasked with pulling some of the key looks for the video, taking an opportunity to incorporate different textures like the metal grommets and fringe on the leather jacket Renjun currently was wearing. You watch proudly as he stretches his arms over his head in the center of the flowers, torso muscles rippling under the sheer mesh shirt.
You hadn’t been on staff for very long, a couple years of working under the main stylist under your belt. They had been hesitant to give you bigger opportunities due to your young age and lack of experience, but your boss saw that you had a great eye. It didn’t hurt that you were always the first one to volunteer for less than desirable tasks and always arrived early to shoots and stayed late.
“Sorry, this one’s a little too small, did you have others?” comes a voice behind you and you turn to see Mark, holding out one of the large metal rings you had laid out for him in his dressing room.
“Oh sorry, yes, of course,” you reply, smiling softly at him before kneeling down to dig in your bag for the small pouch holding the extra accessories. He was always so polite to the staff, greeting everyone and even when he was clearly exhausted, doing as many takes as the director needed.
“This one might work better and it’s adjustable,” you reply, taking his hand and sliding the ring on his pointer finger. You squeeze his hand gently before he inspects the rings, holding it out in front of him.
“Noona,” comes a harsh and low voice suddenly, causing you to move your head to the side of Mark’s leather clad legs to see an annoyed looking Jisung with crossed arms, shirtless and barefoot.
“Jisung, where is your shirt?” Mark replies, half laughing as he turns to face him, scratching at the back of his neck.
Ignoring him, Jisung returns his gaze to you and glares at your crouched position on the floor in front of Mark. A curious Renjun walks up at this moment, peeling a tangerine and flicking narrowed eyes between the three of you. Mark shrugs at him before walking away, answering a message on his phone.
“You tailored the crotch of these pants wrong, it feels weird,” Jisung continues, voice even and tinged with frustration.
Your face flushes at this, dropping the pouch back in your bag and grabbing your pins, suddenly on your feet and in front of Jisung.
“How do you know it’s wrong?” you ask, knitting your brows together as you look up at him.
He looks good and you know he knows it. Something has shifted in Jisung in the past year - especially since they returned from tour. He carries himself differently, with a different level of confidence and wears it well. Today is no different and the fact that he just barged onto set without a shirt on is evidence. His dark blue hair is styled perfectly, long strands dangling in his eyes and contrasting beautifully with his sharp jawline.
“Here, feel,” he tells you simply, pulling your hand to his crotch and you almost let yourself palm him through the tight denim until you snap back to reality and pull your arm back. His eyes hold no emotion, dark and still, long eyelashes blinking at you temptingly. His lips are soft and plump and you want nothing more than to close the distance between the two of you and taste the glossy lip mask.
And there it is, your poison, Park Jisung. When you had graduated early from your program a few years ago, you had been focused on your career and hadn’t spent much time dating. You had some people you went out on dates with every once and a while and had your fair share of waking up in a stranger’s bed after a long night out. But Jisung had caught you by surprise. Something about the way he was so forward and aggressive with you made your brain turn to mush around him. Your heartbeat would quicken, palms sweat, and filthy thoughts would swirl in your mind until you could indulge in them with your hand pressed between your thighs later that night.
A heavy sigh comes from Renjun, accompanied by a shake of his head, as he walks out a nearby door muttering something about not wanting to see Jisung’s dick.
You flush violently, grabbing at Jisung’s bicep harshly and pulling him to his dressing room, leaving the door propped open intentionally as you take the layered black tank off the hanger and hold it out to him.
“Please put the rest of your outfit on, I think they are going to be ready for you soon,” you sigh as soon as you’re alone, reaching for the box that holds the platform boots you were reusing from a shoot with Haechan a couple months prior.
You both move silently as he pulls the shirt over his head, staring at the long leather cords before lifting his head back up to you. You move behind him, reaching over his broad shoulders to pull the leather cords around his neck and then letting the ends dangle in front of his toned chest. You try to avoid brushing your hands against his bare shoulders as he steps into the boots and ignore that his ass brushes against your stomach when he bends down slightly to zip them up.
“I just don’t know about these pants, are they the right length?” he asks, tugging at the material at his thighs. His tone is whining and defiant, lighter than how he was in front of everyone, but still slightly combative. He knows you’re weak for this very tone, as he can usually get you to do whatever he wants if he just adds it into whatever he says.
You sigh and move around him, dropping to your knees at his feet, slapping his hand away from pulling at the fabric. You pull the pants leg out of his left boot, pulling lightly and examining the hemline. You’re about to correct him when you suddenly feel his hand soft on your hair.
“You look so good from this angle,” he murmurs, voice low and sultry, causing you to jerk your head up and look at him from the floor.
Your lower lip is instantly caught in your teeth, sinking into the flesh deeply as you try to control your breathing, unable to stop yourself from blinking up at him. You feel drawn into his dark eyes and his hand in your hair is almost overwhelming.
He lets out a groan, tightening his fingertips on your scalp, exhaling audibly and clenching his other hand into a fist at his side.
“What am I going to do with you,” he tuts, dropping his hand to your chin and gripping it gently.
You rise from your knees, glancing at the open door just as Jaemin bounces by, screaming at something Haechan is doing. Suddenly aware of where you are, you step forward, adjusting the cords aimlessly.
“What happened to my sweet, innocent Jisung?” you whisper, staring at the soft skin of his collarbone and wishing you could press your lips against it forever.
“Don’t act surprised. You created this monster, Noona, dressing me in all these sexy outfits. How could you think I would stay your bright eyed baby Sungie forever?” he asks back, tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear. His words are biting, even if they do hold some truth.
Memories of him dozing off on your shoulder during long bus rides and hastily helping him into heavy jackets and necklaces during quick changes on tour come flooding in, mixed with the heavy, lustful stares you feel on you when you wear a low cut shirt or on hot summer days in Thailand when you wore thin athletic shorts in the airport.
He had kissed your lips gently a year ago after many bottles of soju and when the rest of the members were preoccupied by endless rounds of karaoke. You had stopped him then, told him that as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Ever since that moment, he had made every effort to get you alone when he could, using every excuse under the sun, today’s outburst nothing new. You still remember how soft his lips felt on yours and the fire under your arm as he held you close after you rejected him.
Back on set, you’re packing up your bag again when you’re called over to check something on the computer from Jeno’s scenes. You give your feedback and suddenly your eyes are drawn up to where Jisung is filming, camera close to his face, light illuminating his beautiful features perfectly.
“Dreaming ‘bout you, dreaming ‘bout you,” echoes across the large soundstage and your heart is pounding in your chest as he plays with the cords at his neck, just as you had earlier, chests pressed up against each other in the dressing room. He makes eye contact with you briefly when the take ends and you look away quickly, embarrassed.
While you had been released to go for the day, you take your time packing the rest of your stuff, helping the makeup artists clean their station and even rearranging some chairs that barely needed adjustment. You watch the way he moves confidently, take after take, adjusting the jacket so his shoulders show boldly against the dark material. His fingers brush through the cords, pulling them up to his teeth at times before dropping them, leaving plump lips open before cracking a large smile at the reaction of the staff. In between takes he shakes his dark hair, casting his gaze down to the floor until someone asks him a question. You watch as he smiles and winks at the makeup artist powdering his cheek and you feel nervous energy stir in your stomach. You can’t bear to watch much more, so you slip out when he isn’t looking in your direction.
When you finally are home, feet pushed into fluffy slippers and sipping on steaming green tea you had just prepared, you peel the sheet mask off and rub the remaining serum into your cheeks and forehead. You are flipping through a magazine your coworker had given you on set, paying attention to the tabbed pages they had flagged for inspiration when your phone buzzes on the table next to you. A message from the head stylist fills your screen as you tap into it.
Jisung left his street shoes at set, did you take them home? He said he “needs them” for tomorrow.
You sigh and go to the shoebox by your door to find his Nike sneakers tucked neatly, laces wrapped nicely. You quickly reply to your boss, saying you don’t mind bringing them to the dorm since you know the managers had a late night meeting tonight. Running a brush through your hair, you dot some perfume on your wrists and behind your ear before grabbing your keys.
You fiddle with the edge of your oversized sweater in the elevator as you climb the floors to his dorm, feeling a nervous pit grow in your stomach. Finally outside, you knock quickly before dropping it down to hold the box with both hands.
The door swings open and Jisung is standing tall in front of you, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, hair damp. A dark zip-up hoodie covers his chest and it’s unzipped just enough that you can tell he isn’t wearing a shirt underneath. You can’t help but let your mind wander back to shirtless Jisung pulling your hand to his crotch earlier and wonder if he was just lounging in his room in the sweatpants. Or worse, just his boxers.
“Hi baby,” he slurs out, lips curving up at the edge into a mischievous smile as he props his arm up on the door, leaning down as if he might kiss you. His sweatshirt hikes up on his waist when he does this, revealing a large swath of skin.
You shove the box at him, pushing him back into the room with it, letting it drop into his hands. You fling your bag on the table near the door and step out of your shoes.
“Don’t hi baby me, Park Jisung. I know you left these there so you could see me tonight. Did it really take you multiple hours to realize you weren’t wearing the shoes you came in?” you reply with a huff, picking up a sealed water bottle on the kitchen counter and taking a long sip.
Sweat is pricking at your hairline and you are starting to regret not texting one of the assistant managers or drivers to come get the shoes instead.
Jisung chuckles and sets the shoebox on a chair, reaching out to take the water bottle from you and gulping down the rest.
“Don’t be mad, baby,” he replies, leaving heavy emphasis on the pet name, stepping closer to you and wrapping strong arms around your waist, thumbs instantly finding the hem of your sweater and travelling across your lower back.
You can’t help how your body reacts to his touch, feeling your chest meet his, nipples hardening under the knit fabric now tugged down and exposing your cleavage. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to speak, looking up at him through your eyelashes for the second time today.
“Come on, I’m catching up on our show,” he says softly, lips grazing across your cheek gently. You had been watching the same show for the past few months, texting each other during episodes here and there, and chatting about it whenever you saw each other. He had complained none of the other members would watch it with him and while you would never let him know this, you had lied and said you were also planning to watch it.
Against your better judgement, you let him guide you to his small room, where his large tv is paused on the latest episode of the space docuseries.
“Oh, I haven’t watched this one yet,” you admit, dropping down to sit at the edge of his bed.
He clicks to restart the episode and unzips the sweatshirt, moving to remove it and reveal his bare chest.
“Jisung,” you say sternly and he chuckles, zipping it back up halfway, and plopping down on the bed next to you. He pulls the hood up over his dark hair for good measure before propping himself up against the pillows he has leaned against the wall. You settle back, leaving some space between the two of you and pulling a hamster plushie into your lap to nervously fiddle with.
While your eyes had started to get heavy back at your apartment, you are now wired, your body coursing with electricity and hypersensitive to every movement from the man next to you. He reaches for his phone occasionally, letting out light chuckles at messages from Chenle and even daring to post a couple Bubble messages. You thank whatever higher power exists that your phone was still tucked in your bag at the door, so he didn’t see yours light up when he sent the message. It was a drunken guilty pleasure you had indulged in and ever since receiving the first message tailored with your name, you couldn’t stop yourself from renewing the subscription.
His legs keep brushing against yours when he readjusts his position on the bed and somehow has gotten so close that his shoulder is now brushing against yours. You try to shift away, but he only closes the distance again when you do so. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re having a difficult time focusing on the show.
Suddenly the screen is filled with bright colors as they depict beautiful graphics of what scientists imagine the birth of a star looks like and a gasp falls from your lips as you lean forward, eyes flickering across the screen to take in the beautiful scene.
“You’re so pretty when you nerd out over this stuff,” comes his low voice, suddenly close to your ear, hand resting in the middle of your back.
You lean back in reaction, trapping his arm between you and the pillow, turning slightly to face him.
“Coming from NASA’s number one stan, please,” you reply lightly, shoving the plushie at him playfully. You let a chuckle fall from your lips and shake your head lightly, causing your hair to cascade over your shoulders.
He grabs at it and throws it off the edge of the bed, hands suddenly tight on your hips and pulling you into his lap, possessively gripping your ass as you straddle his legs.
Your lips drop open in surprise, both of you breathing heavy at the sudden movement. You feel your responsible self tapping your shoulder but finally decide to let the years of desire bubble to the surface and propel your lips to close the gap with his.
You move your lips across his gently, resisting the urge to push your tongue out immediately or bite down on his lower lip. He tightens his grip on you in response, pushing his crotch up to meet yours. You swear you can feel him through his pants which only makes you want him more.
He pulls away, taking your cheek in his other hand and looking between your eyes as if searching for some sort of silent answer to a silent question. You can almost see his own voice of reason forcing him to pause, if only for a moment.
“You ready to deal with the consequences of that monster you created, Noona?” he asks in a devastatingly low tone before moving his lips down to mouth at your chest, pushing the knit fabric to the side to bite at your shoulder.
A sigh falls from your lips as you let your head roll back, entire body on fire as he marks the skin at your neck, teeth sharp on your skin. You can’t help as your hands slide over the zipper of his hoodie and unzip it slowly, pushing the fabric down his shoulders to expose his toned chest. Running your hands over his hard muscles, you dig your fingernails gently, eliciting a deep groan from Jisung.
“Babyyy,” he sighs out, sliding his hand up to your throat and applying pressure there, pulling you forward to meet your lips again. The kiss is more urgent this time, tongue pressing deep into your mouth and hand gripping you tighter as he continues.
You let your hands slide down his torso, running over his abs and sliding them to his back to pull yourself closer to him. Before you can pull yourself fully flush against his chest, you are being flipped over, head falling back into the pillowy surface.
“Are you sure about this,” you ask, voice wavering despite every intention you had to form a confident question. Your eyes are flicking between his dark ones, as they had many times before, but suddenly holding so much more meaning in this intimate space.
“Are you not?” he asks back, head cocking lightly to the side, thumbs never stopping the circles they are rubbing into your hip bones.
“That’s not an answer,” you quip back, grabbing onto his hands to force him to focus. Unfortunately for you, it did the exact opposite.
You pull your eyes away from his, looking at your hands now pressed up against each other against the comforter. Your hand looks tiny next to his, his fingers could almost wrap fully around the tops of yours and that makes your mind fuzzy. You pulse your fingers, stretching them along his, feeling the length of them and how hot they are to the touch.
“Noona,” he calls, not as harsh and biting as on set, but still drawing you back to reality quickly.
His voice finally softens as he sees your watery blinking eyes, overstimulation creeping up on you before you’ve done much more than make out. He drops his thumb down the side of your face, caressing the space between your ear lobe and jaw tenderly. You want to look away, you want to push up and capture his lips in yours, you want to pull that stupid hamster plushie over your face and hide your burning cheeks.
“You know, I want it, I like,” he states, as if that is a full sentence other than in the context of the song they were filming with all day. His lips turn up in a small, shy smile at the end, showing a glimpse of that quiet boy you’ve always known and your heart settles a little in your chest. You nod rapidly a few times, sinking your nails into the palm of his hand and letting your eyes flutter shut.
His lips are on yours again quickly and that wicked hand that was just caressing your skin is now tightening around your neck again, which forces you up into an arch on the bed, pressing your lower body against his hardening cock. His tongue feels hot and wet in your mouth and you can’t help the moans that are escaping every time you have to pull back for air.
He sits up, straddling either side of your legs, tugging at your shirt and you manage to sit halfway up on your elbows, almost tearing the delicate fabric of your sweater as you rip it off, fumbling with the clasp of your bra as Jisung’s mouth is suddenly latched onto your neck, dropping heated kisses down your collarbone.
He sees you struggling and simply presses a strong thumb to the clasp, letting the cotton fabric slide off your arms and he tosses it clear across the room. This draws your attention to the door, which you realize now is cracked and you pray to every higher power that Renjun isn’t home.
“Hey, eyes on me,” comes the low voice above you again and you’re drawn back in, tuning out the distractions around you. He seems more amused than annoyed, which you have to appreciate given how long you’ve both waited for this exact moment.
Jisung makes quick work of removing his pants and boxers, reaching for a condom from his nightstand as you push down your own sweats, pausing at the thin band of your underwear. He sees you, dropping the foil packet to the bed and dips his head down, teeth dragging the elastic quickly, causing you to jump and let out a giggle.
“SUNG!” you yell weakly, trying to push his dark blue locks away as he continues to drag the dampened fabric down your legs.
He somehow manages to do it pretty easily, without getting too caught up on your knees or thighs, only struggling once he’s at your ankles and ripping them off with his hand, letting them drop to the floor with your bra.
He simply shrugs at you, a smile tugging at his mouth as he smooths those huge hands over your thighs, kneading the flesh there, eyes transfixed on your naked body. Your whole body is on fire and you silently beg for him to get on with it, even as it looks like he is about to swallow you whole.
A creeping monster your in your brain tells you you should feel more self conscious with him seeing you like this, despite both being equally exposed, realizing how many times you’ve seen him half clothed or even less. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he reaches up, covering your breast easily with his hand, thumb teasing your nipple absently. Your breath hitches in your throat and you can’t help but hold your breath as pleasure begins to flood through your body.
You beg your own gaze not to lower, not ready to see the size of him fully hard. You’ve unfortunately seen almost all the members’ dicks but usually in quick, embarrassed, accidental glimpses. Well, except for that one time Jaemin was literally helicopter swinging it around in the dressing room when you walked in with a tray of iced americanos. Both him and Jeno couldn’t speak to you for two weeks while Chenle continued to bring it up every chance he could, even mimicking the motion during sound check at their next stop.
You are startled at the sound of him tearing the condom wrapper, rolling it quickly on and leaning back down, face inches from yours as he cups the side of your face again. You instinctively nuzzle lightly into his hand at the contact, letting your eyes flutter shut as you draw your lips to his hand, smelling faintly of the lube from the condom. You kiss in between his thumb and forefinger lightly and before you know it, he’s slipping his thumb in between your spit covered lips, pad of his finger gently pressing against your tongue.
You gasp but drag your eyes lazily to meet his, knowing your own hunger is visible now not only in your gaze but also in the eager sucking of your lips.
He groans, taking the chance to push into you and you swear you see stars. Your eyes widen but pull his thumb further into your mouth, teeth grazing across the tip of his finger erratically as your hips buck up to pull him impossibly close.
Jisung’s eyes are fluttering shut, thumb dropping from your lips, now flushed red with teeth marks and slick with spit, sliding down to clutch your throat once again. Your own hand flies to your chest, groping at yourself, desperate for something to hold onto as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.
He’s quiet, but with deep and passionate groans tumbling from his lips every once and a while. You watch as sweat begins to form at his hairline, perfect face beautiful in the dim light of his room, quiet music floating from his tv’s speakers as the episode is long forgotten and scrolling through the credits screen endlessly. Each noise that bubbles up from his chest equally soothes and paralyzes you, your own personal brand of poison seeping coldly through your veins. Your lips are perpetually hung open, mouth becoming so dry you can barely squeak out your own moans.
You feel your orgasm building suddenly after a particularly strong thrust and you swallow harshly, moving to speak to alert him. He doesn’t need any warning, reaching down to throw your leg over his shoulder and angle his lower body to perfectly hit that same spot over and over.
In seconds the poison is washing over you, lapping first at your feet like waves at the shore, nearly knocking you out as you float high above yourself, almost feeling like you’re having an out of body experience. Your chest is heaving as he slows his movements, as if he’s going to pull out.
A confused look forms on your face, head cocking to the side as you grip his arm, shaking your head wildly. Your hair is sticking to the back of your neck and you feel too hot on his plush bedding, but that isn’t reason to stop.
“Wait…what about…” you ask, confused, knowing he hasn’t come. Your eyes flick to the door again, wondering if he’s heard something while you were swimming a galaxy of bliss post orgasm.
He smiles at you, sliding out slowly and disposing of the condom quickly. He walks back over and takes your hand, bringing you to rise on shaky legs, standing naked beside his bed as he takes both your cheeks in his hands and kisses you deeply on the lips.
“I was thinking it would be better to continue what we started on set,” he purrs against you when he finishes ravaging your swollen lips.
A mischievous look forms in your eyes and you drop your hand to his stiff cock, giving it a few experimental pumps with the mix of lube and pre cum.
“Oh yeah?” is all you can reply, sinking slowly to your knees, still managing to tease him at this moment. You drop your hands to let them rest at your thighs, pressed together in an attempt to cool the burning heat still there.
He hisses out as soon as he can see you below him, bicep flexing as he runs his hand through his hair, shaking his head in feigned annoyance. His lids are heavy and all you can see are the whites of his eyes as they roll up in ecstasy.
You run your hands up your body, fingering the side of your neck and then tangling your fingers in your own hair seductively, never looking away from the man standing above you.
“Show me how good you can be for me, Noona,” he grunts out suddenly, gripping your chin way tighter than he had in the dressing room earlier. You grit your teeth but try to keep your face even as he tilts your head lightly, as if studying your face.
You gulp audibly and take him in your hands, finally faced with what you already knew was going to be stretching your cheeks as you were definitely going to struggle fitting him in your small mouth.
You tongue at his slit teasing it gently before sucking at the tip, letting it rest in your open mouth, eyes flicked up at him menacingly. You can tell from the look in Jisung’s eyes that he is dying to ram his cock down your throat but is trying so hard to let you set the pace.
Without any warning, you're sliding him further and further into your mouth, hands massaging his smooth calves to ground you. He’s getting louder now and one of his hands is playing in your hair, every once and a while gripping it tighter.
It only takes a few gentle thrusts till his voice becomes more strained and he’s tapping you on the head as a poor attempt of warning you he’s close. You resolve to let him spill into your mouth, but as soon as he comes the sudden movement causes most of the mess to land on your cheek and shoulder.
His loud exclamation of his pet name for you still ringing in the air, his hand loosens in your hair and you’re on your feet, hands settling on his broad chest, a hazy look of satisfaction on your face.
He seems mesmerised by you covered in his cum and draws a thumb up to that same spot between your ear and jaw, sliding it down and through the mess he made on your face. It’s as if everything’s moving in slow motion as your bottom lip drops open without a word and he slides his thumb into welcoming lips. You taste him, all of him, as he watches you suckle on the digit and blush form on your cheeks under the shine of your skin.
“Fucking filthy baby,” he whispers out, yanking you towards him as he sits on the edge of his bed and lifts you into his lap.
You can feel him harden under you and feel yourself warm up as his cock brushes against your core. You grind down on his lap which is met by him only gripping your waist tighter and landing a light smack on your ass. You grin at this and lean forward to kiss him, pushing your tongue greedily into his mouth.
“Already wanting more?” he asks with a mild mocking tone when you pull back, breathless and red in the face. He’s fully groping your ass at this point, massaging your cheeks with his fingers and pressing his palms into the thick flesh there.
You nod aggressively as you grind down on his cock again, spreading your thighs a bit more for better leverage. You want nothing more than for him to slide his bare cock into you right here and let you ride him through multiple orgasms, your tits bouncing right at eye level as he groans into your mouth through open mouthed kisses.
He merely laughs, pulling you out of your fantasy and reaches awkwardly for another condom, hand firmly keeping you in place.
“As much as I want what you want right now baby, let’s make sure there’s no-“ he starts out, rolling the condom on with shaky hands.
“SUNG, PLEASE!” you yell, clasping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Even in the midst of it all, all the lustful years leading up to this moment, all the hidden glances and late night drunken thoughts, he is still your poison. Something that worms its way into your mind, into your heart. Normally, you wouldn’t even imagine being this close to someone without protection but somehow, Jisung does something to you that makes you want to be reckless. You want to be reckless with your heart, let it be swallowed whole by him. You want to throw your body on him, let him tear you down and degrade you and use you. You want to give him everything and every bit of love you can offer. You think you can see the two of you growing old together, sitting quietly in a park watching your grandchildren play together in the distance.
But you see, that’s the problem with poison. It gets in your veins, in your lungs, in your heart and slowly sweeps and finally, finally tears you down. You float high above yourself again, seeing stars as Jisung releases into the condom and his head falls against your chest. You are both quiet and unsure of what comes next. The poison of this night will wear off soon and reality will set in, leaving you only the memories of this night to return to in your dreams.
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The Princess and The Wolf || PART 1 || Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Summary: A look inside the complicated love story between the runaway princess and the lone wolf that saved her.
Warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, really bittersweet, heavy narration and not much dialogue, female reader (use of she/her pronouns//reader is a princess), mentions of blood and injuries (reader heals Geralt’s wounds), my shitty titles (I’m so bad at it, I’m so sorry)
English is not my first language
Word count: 5000
Notes: Look, I was in the mood for writing something cute and fluffy and magical (but also it's Geralt so it as to be angsty). I know those are probably not the words that come to your mind when you think of Geralt, but let me change your mind! Also I love writing healers/nature witches. Can you tell my fav character as a kid was Flora from Winx Club?
This is my first time writing something like this (as in this style of narrative and for this character in particular) so be gentle!
READ PART 2 HERE
Geralt was not used to feeling that way. In his many years of living on this earth, he had never missed anyone the way he missed her. He was a lone wolf who, despite having his pack, enjoyed traveling from town to town with his horse as his only companion. He enjoyed the silence and tranquility, and did not tend to miss home too much —finding that his annual visits in the winter were more than enough to catch up with his brothers while healing his wounds.
However, he did miss her when he was traveling. He missed feeling the warm touch of her skilled hands on his wounds as she healed him. He missed waking up to the sound of her laughter, talking to her cat as she prepared breakfast. He even missed her scolding and the look of concern she gave him every time he arrived at the door of her cabin hidden in the forest, injured. She made him feel special, often occupying his thoughts and dreams. He knew what it was, but refused to call it by name —if he did, it became real and he didn't know if he was ready for that.
Such was his longing to see her that he was almost happy to be wounded in battle, finding the perfect excuse to show up at her door once again. His wounds were deep, the beast's venom slowly spreading through his system. Were it not for the fact that he was close to her home, Geralt was fairly certain he would not have reached her in time. His healing skills were limited and only served to make his journey to the hut more bearable. Yet, the closer he got to her, the less his body ached. The promise of her company alone was enough to cure his afflictions.
Geralt was weak when he arrived at her door. From the way her natural cheerful expression turned into a worried grimace when she saw him on the other side of the wood, it was safe to assume he was not looking good. She rushed him to bed, asking him a thousand questions as she paced back and forth, gathering the necessary herbs and potions to treat his wounds. He answered no more than necessary, giving her just enough information to treat him and sparing her the details of his journey.
He was distracted, his mind clouded by the lack of blood and the poison spreading through his body, but also by the sweet floral scent that surrounded him. It was a perfume he could only describe as the very essence of her, a mixture of jasmine, roses and a hint of vanilla that followed her everywhere, leaving a special scent in the air that assaulted the witcher's nostrils, rendering him powerless.
"Drink this," she told him as she offered him a vial of a pale green liquid. It was a potion that would help with the poison, she explained, though he needed no reason to obey her. Geralt trusted her completely and would have drank anything she offered without question.
"Try to hold still, this might sting a little." She warned him, pushing his clothes aside so she could treat the deep gash in his chest. She smeared her fingers with a paste that had a peculiar odor, rubbing it over her hands to warm it before directing them to the wound. Geralt was met with a burning sensation that spread from his wound to the rest of his chest as soon as her fingers made contact with his skin. He let out a grunt, fighting the spasms of his muscles to allow her to work comfortably. However, the burning was soon replaced by a sensation of pleasant warmth as she uttered an incantation in the ancient tongue.
He concentrated on the harmonious sound of her voice, letting the words transport him back to that first time they had found themselves in a similar situation. He had been hired by the king to assassinate the beast that had killed the princess. It was said that it prowled the forest after sunset, it was there that the young girl had met her fatal fate. Her love for nature and the long walks under the moonlight was what had ultimately made her an easy prey for that monster. Geralt did not retain the specific details of that story, only what was useful to analyze his enemy. Had he done so, he might have realized that there were strange things in the story that would make any Witcher suspicious. And perhaps then he would not have been so surprised when he found the princess very much alive and well, wandering through the forest alone.
"Please, don't make me go back there." She had begged him after explaining that she had taken advantage of the beast's convenient appearance to escape from her home. "There's nothing waiting for me back there, only a future of unhappiness and subjugation to a man that doesn't respect me."
"I was hired to kill a beast and that's all I intend to do." Was his reply. He was more than ready to continue on his way, to leave her behind to sort out her fate while he dealt with what he had been hired to do, but the princess did not give him the opportunity. She begged for his help to escape from there, she didn't care where he took her as long as he got her as far away from her kingdom as possible. Her escape had not been planned, but a last minute decision that had not allowed her to pack supplies or even steal a horse from the stable. Still, she had been able to travel a fairly long way on foot, but it was evident that she could not continue like this much longer.
"I can't pay you in coin," she told him. "But I can make sure you survive your battle."
Geralt felt sorry for the young woman and was going to help her without asking for anything in return. He really doubted that she had anything valuable to offer him. He was a Witcher, an assassin highly trained in both combat and the arts of magic, tools he used to keep himself alive in the high-risk situations he lived in on a regular basis. However, his mercy proved useful after the battle, when the young princess demonstrated her healing abilities.
His wounds were deep, he was tired and his skin was painted with the reddish sticky liquid that ran through the beast's veins. But still, he was able to crawl to safety where she waited for him with his horse Roach. When she saw him approaching on the horizon she jumped to her feet, hands full of herbs she had gathered in preparation for that moment. Geralt could see nothing but a halo of light in the distance, a figure of hope running towards him with hair flying in the wind as it called his name.
He collapsed against a tree trunk, his breath hitching as the world around him became blurry and dark. He was not unconscious, but neither was he able to process what was happening around him. His memories of that moment were blurry, like a dream slipping from his mind upon awakening. The only thing he remembered clearly was a sweet female voice calling him back to life as soft hands caressed his skin, spreading their comforting warmth inside him.
Geralt had felt peace for the first time in a long while as her hands worked their magic on him, just as he felt at this very moment as her fingers caressed his skin once again. It always happened, her touch alone flooded his insides with peace and tranquility. Maybe that was why he missed her so much, maybe that was why he found himself visiting her for the simplest injuries that even he could heal. Unlike other healers, she was the only one who could calm his tormented soul, the only one who could quiet his thoughts and remove all traces of bitter negativity from his heart.
"Rest." He heard her whisper in his ear and as much as he wanted to, he didn't have the strength to open his eyes and look at her one more time. Geralt knew he was tired, but only now, in the quiet of her company and wrapped in the warmth of her body, did he realize just how much.
When he opened his eyes again it was morning. The rays of sunlight streaming through the window touched his face in a warm caress. His pupils were forced to adjust to the light as he opened his eyes, narrowing to almost two slits identical to those of the black cat resting beside him. The animal meowed contentedly as he shifted between the sheets —letting out a grunt of pain at the heaviness of his muscles. He stroked the cat as it purred at him, scratching its head and behind its ears as he knew it liked, before making an effort to get out of bed. His body ached and he still felt tired, but given what he had been through, he was lucky to be alive.
Geralt heard the sweet sound of the young woman's voice echoing down the hallway like a melodious murmur that filled his heart with joy. It came from the garden, so that was where he went. He found her having a conversation with Roach, brushing the horse's mane while complaining about him to the animal as if it could talk back. They were harmless comments that he knew she didn't mean, though he'd heard them in the past —complaints about his recklessness and lack of responsibility as a horse owner were never lacking. She was especially fond of animals, so she loved to talk to his horse as if he were a human being. She did it with her cat as well, and with any animal that crossed her path. Geralt found it entertaining, though a bit excessive —especially when they traveled together and she made him stop every so often to pet and chat with every rabbit and squirrel in their path.
"What are you doing out of bed? You need to rest!" She scolded him as soon as her eyes landed on him. As firm as her gaze was, he could see concern rather than anger or annoyance reflected in them.
"I would have stayed in bed if I hadn't felt the need to come out and defend my good name." He played along, the corner of his mouth curving ever so slightly upward in an almost imperceptible movement. "I can't have you filling Roach's head with lies about me."
"They are not lies!" She grumbled, folding her arms in exaggerated annoyance. "You are reckless and you don't give poor Roach enough attention." At her words, the animal thumped its front left paw against the ground as if it understood what she had said and agreed. Geralt huffed, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.
"You already turned her against me." She laughed and it was like music to his ears, a melodious tone that awakened happiness within him.
"I don't have to, she is a smart creature." She fired back, giving the horse a couple of gentle pets before setting aside what she was doing to focus her attention on him. "But seriously, you need to get back in bed."
"I'm fine." It wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the truth either. She looked at him steadily and Geralt knew she thought she looked intimidating, but with the way the light of the rising sun framed her figure and the gentle breeze moving her hair, he saw nothing more than a forest fairy. The most beautiful and innocent fairy he had ever seen. He was tempted to challenge her just to tease her and make her grumble. She looked adorable when she pointed an accusatory finger at him believing that something she did or said could intimidate the Witcher. In the end he decided not to do so and instead accompanied her back into the house, though he did not lie down again, but sat with her at the kitchen table.
She insisted on preparing breakfast on her own, arguing that he was her guest and that he was badly injured, so Geralt had the opportunity to admire her as she moved about the room, humming under her breath melodies he did not recognize. It made him genuinely happy to see her acting so freely around him, thinking about how far their relationship had come. When he had first met her, she was far from the confident, free spirit she was now. She was quiet and reserved, barely asking him questions from time to time to fill the void of silence and always apologizing for everything.
It was more than mere distrust of a stranger, Geralt could see in her eyes that she was trapped inside herself, a cocoon of fears and insecurities that trapped in its intricate net the beautiful butterfly that lurked within. She would show her true colors from time to time, like when he would catch her talking to Roach when she thought he was sleeping, or when she would make them stop to help a wounded animal. But she always apologized immediately afterwards, as if she realized too late that she had done something wrong, something she wasn't supposed to do. It made Geralt wonder what kind of life she had left behind when she ran away from home.
He was not a man of many words and was used to traveling alone and in silence, accompanied only by the chirping of birds and the crunching of dry leaves under Roach's hooves, but when it came to her he felt a strange need to hear her speak. Perhaps it was the harmonious tone of her voice, or maybe the fact that he could tell she needed to express herself, but he didn't mind when she rambled absentmindedly as they traveled, putting into words every thought that crossed her mind.
"I was never meant to be a princess, no matter what my blood says." She had confessed to him one afternoon as they walked through the forest. "The traditions, the politics, the expectations... I was never good at any of that."
"Is that why you ran away?" His question took her by surprise. He barely spoke to her so she assumed he wasn't listening to her most of the time. When she turned to look at him she found his yellow eyes fixed on her, making her feel small under his intense gaze.
"I wanted to be free." She answered honestly. "I refused to live trapped inside a castle for another day, pretending to be someone I'm not, pleasing everybody but myself... I want to forge my own path, build my own destiny. I have no idea what I'm doing or if it will even work, but I owe it to myself to try."
Geralt admired her for that. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she knew what she didn't want and had had the courage to do something about it. That was why he was so glad things were going well for her. She deserved her freedom, she deserved to have the space to find herself and live her life on her terms. Her bravery had been rewarded.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him as she set a plate of food in front of him, her voice bringing him out of his thoughts.
"I'm fine."
"Are you? Or are you doing that thing you do all the time when you pretend not to need anyone's help?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, proud of herself for knowing him so well.
Geralt sighed. "I'm a bit sore and tired, but I'll live." He finally confessed.
"That's normal, you were really hurt. I'm amazed that you got here in one piece."
"You should have seen the other guy." He joked sarcastically and she rolled her eyes.
"I'm being serious, Geralt. The poison could have killed you."
"It didn't."
"Only because of your slow heartbeat, but what if next time you don't get so lucky?" The tone of the conversation suddenly changed as they looked into each other's eyes. The familiar heavy tension in the air, making it hard to breathe.
It was her greatest fear. She feared there would come a day when Geralt's wounds would be so bad that even she wouldn't be able to heal them. She feared it almost as much as never opening the door again and finding him on the other side. The thought of him dying, at home or out on the battlefield, terrified her. She knew it was stupid since he was a Witcher, a being genetically modified to face the greatest dangers, whose purpose in life was to kill monsters. She knew the smart thing to do would have been to get away from him in time, before his absence hurt her as much as it did. She knew there was no point in worrying about someone who had made peace with the idea of dying in battle, but she did it anyway. She couldn't help but fear for his safety the moment he set foot outside her home, worrying until he would eventually show up there again.
"Just... be careful." She muttered after a few seconds of silence, swallowing her emotions as a lump formed in her throat.
Geralt could see the pain in her eyes, the fear and worry shining in them clearly. He felt the need to assure her that he would be all right, but they both knew that was a lie. In his line of work one could never be sure of anything. Things could change very quickly and even he could be surprised with the cold caress of death sooner than expected. The best he could do was to assure her that he would do everything in his power to get back to her.
"I will be."
That wasn't enough to dissipate the young woman's fears, but it was enough to calm her worries for the moment. Instead of concentrating on things she couldn't control, she chose to turn her attention to the things she could. After breakfast she inspected Geralt's wounds once more to make sure they were healing properly. With the help of her magic and the speed with which the Witcher's body regenerated, the deep gash that adorned his chest was now no more than a scratch. The skin was still red and irritated, but it was in better condition than just a few hours ago. The same with the rest of the cuts and scratches that graced the rest of his body, some of which had already disappeared completely, leaving behind a slightly discolored line on the skin.
She sat beside him as she worked, rubbing a healing paste of her own creation over what was left of his wounds. She focused her energy on him, eyes glued to the skin of his chest as she let her fingers work their magic. She knew it probably wasn't necessary, given the rapid evolution of his cuts they would most likely be practically healed in a couple more hours. But she wanted to do it. She didn't like to see him hurt, even if it was something that happened regularly. He always came to her bruised and bloody, but even then she never got used to seeing him like that. She hated to see him suffer, so when he was with her she would go out of her way to heal all the wounds on his body no matter how small or insignificant. She wanted to make her home a sanctuary for him, a place free of pain and danger where they were safe to be together.
Geralt could feel her energy enveloping him, the warmth her body radiated caressing his skin delicately. The scent of her hair flooded his nostrils, filling his lungs with that sweet floral perfume that was so distinctive to him. It was intoxicating, a drug he couldn't quit. He allowed himself to get lost in the moment, enjoying the soft touch of her hands on his chest and shoulders as he admired her work. She was beautiful, like a flower full of color and life that only grew stronger with each of his visits. Her smile, a ray of sunshine that lit up the gray, cloudy sky that was his life. And her eyes... oh her eyes. Geralt could get lost in them for hours, reading in her reflection every little thought that went through her head. To him she was an open book, the most fascinating he had read in a long time.
She became slightly nervous when she looked up and met Geralt's intense gaze fixed on her. They were close, too close to each other for her not to feel intimidated under the watchful admiration of his amber orbs. And yet, she couldn't look away from him. She couldn't help but marvel at the sharp angles of his features, counting the small scars that adorned his skin as her eyes traveled down his face. Those were two traits that people normally found intimidating about him. He had the face of a reckless warrior, a lone wolf with no feelings that augured trouble. But she knew him better than that, she knew the man behind the rumors and knew there was much more to his story and his character. When she looked at him she saw more than the dangerous Witcher. She saw the man who had saved her from her terrible fate, the one she missed and longed for when he was far away, the only man who occupied her thoughts.
Geralt's eyes strayed to her lips as she caressed them with her tongue. It was an innocent act but he felt it as a temptation, a challenge he had every intention of accepting. He leaned forward, feeling her warm, slightly quickened breath colliding and mingling with his own. He held still for a moment, waiting for her to pull back and move away. When she didn't, Geralt moved a little closer to her until he felt the tip of her nose brush against his. When he looked up one last time, he noticed that she was looking at him with half lidded eyes, completely at his mercy. She was in a trance, lost in the deep amber of his eyes, with no thought in her mind but him. It was the moment they had both been waiting for, the culmination of all the tension that had built up.
But before they could join their lips in the long-awaited kiss, the sound of the cat jumping on top of the table interrupted them. The animal's meow broke the trance and she realized what was about to happen. Embarrassed, she pulled away from Geralt immediately, mumbling something about feeding the cat as she disappeared from his vision. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed, still longing to feel her lips on his, but perhaps it was for the best. If he kissed her he would never want to stop or leave again, and he knew that wasn't possible. His place was out there on the road with his horse as his only companion. He was not meant to stay in one place for long, his profession had taken that privilege away from him long ago.
“Your wounds are almost healed.” She stated as she returned to the room, picking up the cat and setting it down off the table. It was an excuse so she wouldn't have to look him in the eye when talking, something to occupy herself so she wouldn't think about what had just happened.
"Guess I'll be leaving tonight then." He was in no hurry to leave, he would gladly stay another week there with her if he could, but he knew that wasn't wise. He could never stay too long with her since he always feared the effects it might have. The more time he spent with her, sharing moments of domestic intimacy, the harder it was for him to get back on the road. The last time he had been there he had ended up running away in the middle of the night, knowing he couldn't leave if he had to look her in the eye and say goodbye. And now he feared that nothing had changed, so he had to get out of there before it was too late.
"I would rather you stay one more night and rest here." She said in a soft tone, trying to hide the true meaning behind her words. She didn't want him to leave, not yet. "Your physical wounds might be healing fast but don't forget that you were poisoned and you almost died. Witcher or not, that's a lot."
"I'll be fine."
"Maybe, but would it kill you to stay here one more night for my own sake? Because if you walk through that door now, I will spend the rest of my days worrying about you until I see you again." She finally worked up the courage to look at him, pleading with her eyes for him to listen to her. She knew that if he wanted to leave there was nothing she could do to stop him, so she hoped he would have mercy on her. "I just want to make sure that you're alright."
Geralt couldn't refuse her even if he wanted to, not when she was looking at him with big, bright eyes full of love. Not when her voice was almost a whisper, as if she was afraid he would hear her. He understood the feeling, the fear of admitting what he really felt. But it was easier that way. It was the best thing for both of them. Their lives were incompatible as were their personalities.
She was a nice sunny summer afternoon and he was a harsh winter night. She was a ray of sunshine that with her warm touch awakened life in everything around her and he was the cold, cruel snow that buried everything under a layer of ice. Maybe that was why he felt this inexplicable attraction to her, as if they were connected by an invisible thread that pulled him to her every time he tried to walk away. Her warmth melted the ice around him, allowing new things to blossom in the fertile soil. Only he didn't know if there was anything left under the ice that could bloom. If so, he had to be careful because her warmth, though pleasant and comforting, could lead to his doom.
Still, he ignored his brain's warnings, giving in to her pleas. They spent the day together and Geralt allowed himself to lose himself in the intimacy and domestic bliss of the moment. He indulged in the fantasy of a life by her side as he admired her dancing around the kitchen while cooking or moving among the plants as she tended to her garden, talking to the squirrels and birds that wandered by. He delighted in the sound of her voice as she called his name and enjoyed her melodious laughter.
When the sun went down, she lay beside him on the bed, talking nonsense until her eyelids began to feel heavy. She denied being sleepy several times, assuring him that she was just resting her eyes. Geralt snorted, but said nothing, listening intently to the story she was telling him about a deer she had saved from death between masked yawns. She didn't get to finish the story, not consciously at least. She mumbled a couple of almost inaudible gibberish before falling asleep, fighting her last battle against her body's need for rest.
Geralt watched her sleep for a good while, his eyes admiring the peace on her face in the dim candlelight. She had never looked so ethereal, with her hair spread out on the pillow like a halo around her head, and her chest rising and falling slowly with her calm breathing. Her skin was soft under his touch, a stark contrast to the roughness of his fingers bruised from all the fighting and constant use of the sword. She was the most beautiful piece of art, a sculpture carved by the gods themselves. He almost felt unworthy to be by her side, the softness of her features reminding him once again how different they were, how wrong his feelings were.
He got out of bed with a heavy heart, searching for his things while being very careful not to make a sound so as not to alert her. He couldn't stay there one more night, if he woke up in the morning with her by his side he would never want to leave and he knew very well that it wouldn't end well. So, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, just a brush of his lips against her skin as a farewell.
Geralt disappeared into the darkness of the night without leaving any trace of his presence. When she opened her eyes the next morning she was disappointed to find herself alone in bed. She didn't have to leave the room to know he was gone, she could feel his absence in the air. She felt lonely and cold again, already missing the warmth that filled her whenever he was around. Letting out a tired sigh, she dropped into a chair near the door. Her eyes were glued to the wood, her mind filled with thoughts of Geralt. She wondered if he was alright and if he was missing her as much as she was missing him.
And just like that, the cycle continued, his departure leading the way to the stage of uncertainty and worry that grew in her with each passing day as she awaited his return. Her eyes remained glued to the door at all times, her ears attentive to the sounds waiting to hear Roach's footsteps approaching in the distance. She hated this moment. She hated not hearing from Geralt. She hated not being able to hear his low, raspy voice or feel the warmth of his body against hers. She hated the amount of energy she wasted worrying about him. But most of all, she hated knowing that all her suffering would be worth it the moment he came knocking on her door again.
I have more ideas for these two so if you guys like it let me know!
PART 2 HERE
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Into It
Warnings: Mention of cannabis, and slight smut
Pairings: Wooyoung x Reader
Rubbing the tension away from his neck, Wooyoung sighed. This comeback promotion was exhausting him. Between the dancing and the constant improvement, San and the others didn't give him time to breathe, and as time passed the crippling anxiety would often make his limbs shake. Opening the door of his flat, he paused as the keys fell on the countertop. He removed his shoes and jacket, before advancing into his home.
He switched the light on, jolting slightly when he saw your figure sitting on the couch, your reading glasses on the bridge of your nose as you pretended to be reading some old book his mother had left there, on her last visit.
“Shit, you scared me” Wooyoung mumbled, his eyes squinting at you as you grinned at him. “How did you even get in?”
“Are you sure you wanna know?” you asked as you put the book down. Wooyoung cursed under his breath. To be honest, no, he didn't want to know how his dealer had gotten inside his place. Though, he did make a mental note that he needed to get tighter security, in order to stop sasaengs from getting inside. If you could, then anyone could. That made sense in his brain.
“I knocked and you didn’t open, so i got myself in”
“You know the whole point of having a closed door is to keep strangers from entering your home when you aren't present.”
“But I am no stranger, am I? You asked, making your way to his kitchen table, leaning slightly over it.
“Anyway, wanna drink something?” he asked as he moved his body to the open kitchen, reaching for the cabinets to get himself some soju.
To be honest with himself, he knew you were trouble. After all, if anyone caught a glimpse of you in his apartment at this hour, the tabloids in Korea would go crazy. He had swore himself to keep a professional relationship with you, but each time you would come giving him his little sleepy drugs, he would unconsciously find a way to make you stay a couple of minutes, sometimes hours.
Your company wasn't that bad.
“No thanks.” You answered with a dismissive wave of your hand “I brough what you asked”
Looking over his shoulders, he chuckled as he saw you put the small bag of cannabis on the table. You watched as he grabbed his drink, pouring himself a glass of soju. He drank it on one go, grimacing at the burning feeling before filling it again, before coming closer to you. Wooyoung grabbed the bag, analyzing the content before humming. The dark green leaves had a bitter smile, but it was still floral.
“You rollin’ it?” he asked, putting the bag down.
“Sure, that will be an extra”
Wooyoung snickered, “I will pay you in nature”
“Dream on”
You quickly got what you needed out of your pocket, starting to roll a blunt for your client with whom you had learned to smoke with, as time passed. Usually you would not do this type of behavior, especially with idols. If you were caught by fansights or lurking paparazzis , it would be game over for you and your business.
But Wooyoung was different.
He was a nice guy, easy to talk to and be around. You couldn't deny him. Once you finished your roll, you got your light out. Popping the poison between your lips you light it up, expiring the smoke in and grimacing at the bitter taste as you release the thick smoke. Then, you passed the blunt to Wooyoung who happily took it.
You turned your body around, looking over at his minimalist flat, before sitting down on his couch. Your eyes were quick to follow the curve of Wooyoung’s body who had his head tilted back and eyes closed as he savored the blunt you made. When he came to his senses, he smiled lazily, sitting closely next to you.
“That shit is good”
“Yeah, you wanted something for your anxiety. There’s nothing better than this one. Not strong enough to knock you out but still enough to make your body feel like a feather” You explained as you watched him take another gulp of his soju. Wooyoung proceeded with another hit, breathing in deeply this time before releasing the smoke.
Then, out of nowhere, he gazed upon you, making you shift in self consciousness.
“I am so into you” the boy said, his half lidded eyes watching you intensely as you chuckled.
“You high”
“Maybe. But I am still fucking into you”
You shifted your body facing him this time, your hand supporting your face as you watched him take another hit. His body was relaxed on the couch, his gym clothing sticking to his sweaty form and non showered body. Wooyoung’s musky scent was beyond delicious and you couldn’t help but be curious of this individual.
He was your type, you had to admit it. Fuck, he was everyone’s type. Your eyes traveled from his collarbone to his jaw line, admiring how the sweat was collecting there, his Adam apple bobbing slightly as he gulped from the blunt’s smoke.
“When I was 16” he said, catching your attention back to his face instead of his body “I auditioned for KQ entrainement, and my wishes of becoming an idol became true. Fuck, I have worked so hard all my life to be an idol. Until exhaustion, I kept pushing forward and forward. I have lost friends in the process, done things I am most ashamed of, pushed my family aside for fame.”
“The price you pay for fame” you mumbled in comprehension.
“I regret it. I regret that no matter what I do, it will never be enough to satisfy anyone around me”
“Sounds hard” you said, taking the blunt out of his hand to take a hit, allowing the poison to burn your lungs. You could have left, not allow this idiot to use you as a damn psychologist, but you found his vulnerable state too mesmerizing.
“It was. But not nearly as hard as it is now.”
“Is it worse now? I mean worse than your trainee days”
“Bet '' Wooyoung said, sighing loudly. “I find comfort in stuff like this, stuff I shouldn't. Like smoking… Be with you”
“Wooyoung, you talking shit”
“I ain’t y/n” A pout formed on his face as he looked at you way too seriously. “I find myself consuming this quickly, just so I can order more to see you”
You laughed this time rubbing your face in shyness “dude, you sound like you miss me. It's unrequited you know”
“Are you sure about that?”
He asked his attention on you. You looked deeply at him, the light feeling of weed on your system finally kicking. Maybe this wasn't so bad. You hummed, getting closer to him this time. Wooyoung kept his gaze on you as you lifted your leg, taking a seat on his lap. Looking at him, you slowly pushed the blunt on your lips, keeping eye contact as you sucked in another hit. Then, you leaned in and Wootoung parted his lips slightly, his eyes closing as you blew the smoke into his mouth. He inhaled it, rolling his eyes back, before allowing it to escape through his nose.
“Fuck” he groaned sensually, his hips moving forward as his hands help your waist.
You smirked, wrapping your free hand around his neck as you grinned against him. Wooyoung lost the reminding patience he had, as he leaned forward, capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. It was a mess of tongue and teeth, the kiss urgent and needy. With the hands around his neck, you pulled him closer, moving your hips against his and drinking each sound that dared to slip out of his mouth.
You felt the growing bulge against his sweatpants, making you chuckle against the kiss. Removing your lips from him, he whined but it soon became a moan as you grin down harder, your own lips apart from the pleasure. With the blunt still on your hand, you put it on Wooyoung’s mouth, so it was quick to give it another blunt. While he was breathing it in, you leaned in again, this time attacking his neck with soft bites, before you ran your tongue against his salty skin.
“This will be another extra”
He opened his eyes, his dimples showing through his shiny eyes.
“I am so into you, y/n”
#Wooyoung#Wooyoung smut#ateez#ateez wooyoung#ateez headcanons#ateez scenarios#ateez reactions#ateez imagines#Wooyoung scenarios#Wooyoung reactions#Wooyoung imagines#Wooyoung headcanons#Wooyoung x reader
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Would it be possible to request headcanons for arkhamverse selina, Ivy and Harley falling for Bruce Wayne’s sister :)
Arkhamverse Girls x Fem! Reader being Bruce Wayne’s sister
Harley Quinn x reader, Pamela Isley x Reader, and Selina Kyle x Reader - All Seperate
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Harley Quinn
Uh oh. Destruction time. I mean that can be said for any situation with Harley but especially now.
Expect lots of unexpected visits and party crashes from her, especially post! city. Sometimes she’ll just show up and be like hey ^•^!!!!
Since she’s, you know. A criminal. It’s kind of off putting how used to her you get after the first like, two break ins. You’ll stroll up to the manor and she kinda just pops out of no where. There’s always an extra plate made cause she’ll just walk in, say she loves you, eat your food, pet your animals, and leave. And you love her for it.
Every now and then there’s a routinely kidnapping. Cause you know. Crime. She doesn’t hurt you or anything, she just kinda hangs around, maybe gets you dinner. You know, the works.
She’ll definitely get on the other rogues when they target you. But it’s completely fine when she robs your place of work, with sparkly little eyes beaming when she sees you. She claims it was 100% a coincidence, but her goofy grin as giggles give her planning away.
There will times where people are like “S/O!!! Why are you spending time!!! With a well known criminal!!!” And your just like. “Criminal? No this is my baby. Her name is Harley. She’s never done anything wrong in her life.” And their like “S/O she’s covered in blood”. “So what?”
She’s also the equivalent of those small little mean dogs. You know the stereotypical little chihuahua. Little mean little bitch. She’s not a little bitch, she can be a bit mean to others though. She doesn’t mean it, she just doesn’t like it when people are being rude about you. You tell her she can’t shoot people cause they don’t like you. She begs to differ.
She’ll hang out with you before any of your public outings. Putting makeup on before a gala? She brought the perfect lipstick for you!Yes what are you saying, she bought it 100% legally she doesn’t know what your talking about.. stealing???? Noo she could never. Just shut up and put it on.
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Pamela Isley
Angry >:(
She absolutely HATES your brother. She hate hate HATES HIM. The amount of harm his stupid company does to the environment is going to make her bite someone. Not you she promises. She fully acknowledges you have no say in the company and don’t even have any relations to the company. Except for your brother. She’s amazed that someone as beautiful and sweet as you can be related to someone so horrid and disgusting.
She’ll send you roses with little notes attached to it. Of course they aren’t poison. The ones she sent your brother though, she can’t say the same.
Again, lots of unexpected visits. But not to your house specifically, to your bedroom alone. You’ll walk back in and she’ll be sitting herself in front of your vanity mirror fixing her hair, or fumbling through your bookshelf, or trying on clothes from your closet and drawers. She’s always hard to say no to. She’s so nice and sweet to you, and she’s so gorgeous. You have trouble telling her to get out.
She’ll take you out to a very public places. She likes to flaunt the fact you spend time with her, and not anyone else. Her jealousy kicks to 900% very easily, especially when it’s a man trying to make advances on you.
She has a habit of leaving small marks on you, even if you don’t notice. Your lips are tinted green from her toxins, small hidden hickeys placed on your neck, flowers she grew decorating your dress, or braiding your hair with roses decorating it. Or maybe you smell particularly floral today. Must just be a new perfume hm?
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Selina Kyle
Okay so, she’s the one that most likely knows your brother’s identity. So it’s a bit embarrassing when she realizes that the sister of the man she was trying to court was 10% hotter then he was.
She actually doesn’t break into your house uninvited. She sits outside your window and asks very politely to come in, kinda like a vampire. But instead of biting you to drink your blood she bites you cause she’s weird like that.
She also has a habit of trying to steal something from your manor. You’ll catch her in the middle of the night in the middle of your house, you just tell her to take what she wants and leave. But when she says she wants you, you just roll your eyes and go back to bed. But you said she could have anything she wanted :(
Please take her to galas and events as your date. She’ll act like it’s nothing but inside she’s crying she so happy. She loves to be with you in public especially. She doesn’t know why, she just does.
Except many very legally obtained gifts. Ignore the height in robberies of jewelry stores, but enjoy this gorgeous necklace she found for you. I mean bought. She means she bought it. She bought it with money it was a legal transaction.
If you give her gifts back she will act like it’s nothing, she could just steal this easily. But it honestly means the world to her.
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#cas.txt#anonymous#ask#harley quinn x you#harley quinn x reader#harleen quinzel x reader#harley quinn#harleen quinzel#poison Ivy#poison ivy x reader#pamela isley#pamela isley x reader#Selina Kyle#selina kyle x reader#catwoman#catwoman x reader
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My DC x DP Masterpost
Here is my masterpost of works that fall into the category of a crossover of DC comics and Danny Phantom. Mostly, these will be notfics. If any of the links are broken please message me ASAP. Edit: I will not be doing taglists because people are quite frankly abusing the idea.
What's a notfic?
So, this was really common in fandom like 10 years ago but it's less common now so I'm just including this quick explanation in case. Notfic/Not!Fic is the halfway point between an actual fic and a prompt. It mostly sort of has the tone of describing another fic to somebody, or working out an ongoing plot with a friend (e.g. Instead of writing out an entire set of dialogue, a notfic might just put "Jason and Tim discuss why they both want to fake their deaths").
Permissions Housekeeping
I totally don't mind if anyone wants to take all or part of what I've written for any prompt and write an actual fic or create another transformative work as long as I'm appropriately credited. If you're just taking the most oblique inspiration from something I've made I'd appreciate at least a tag so I can read it!
Also if you'd like to tag me in any of your works please do, provided that it's the first if it's in a series and not Jazz/Jason as the main pairing, please.
Works
Kingmaker, Kingbreaker, Crowntaker, Realmshaker
Danny isn't the Ghost King but after defeating Pariah Dark the new king knows Danny has massive political influence.
Navigate any storm, with nothing but the stars to guide you
Danny is obsessed with space so the whole 'superhero' thing is on the backburner.
Please don’t pet me! I am working!
Repeat after me, SERVICE ANIMAL CUJO. (Minor Connor Kent/Danny Fenton)
It's a boy, congratulations... to me!
Danny insists Connor is his clone even though he's really not.
Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Godhood
Danny gets caught and tells the JLA that neither he nor Vlad are ghosts.
New type of Vlad just dropped
When a ghost's obsession is destroyed, they get a new one.
Mother of the Year
Talia Al Ghul gets to be a good mother. As a treat.
Amorpho Whomst?
Danny, Dani and Dan trade off on responsibilities.
Halfa? Half a What?
Danny's half human, no one's sure what the other half is.
The second, secret Justice League
There's another Justice League that not even the Justice League is cleared to know about.
Excuse me, do you work here?
Danny is sent to represent the first, non-secret Justice League.
Triple Threat
The Champion of All Magic and The King of All Ghosts have a mutual triplet.
Like peas in a pod [person]
Jason is healed of the pit rage but has a whole new problem.
There's a Mr Wight Hood to see you?
Jason adopts Danny instead of being the Red Hood.
The Wight Baby For The Job
Sequel to Mr Wight Hood
You Make Miso Scared
Danny's always talking about soup time.
Reverse Bruce
Give baby Jason MORE PARENTS!
Work Experience
Danny has to learn about Ghost culture before he can rule it.
Mansplain Yourself
Constantine probably knows best about ghosts over the Justice League's newest member...
The Opposite of a Golden Ticket
International star Ember McLain is in danger
Haustoria Horror
Undergrowth's got Poison Ivy
Like and Survive!
Danny runs an advice website for young heroes
You're not the Boss of me!
Batman accidentally outs his family to Danny
This is a PSA
Danny's Wail affects the JLA
Floral Fiasco
Poison Ivy errs
How I Met Your Brother
Dan joins the JLA
The Manhunter's Manhunt
There's a miscommunication with the Martian Manhunter
The Green Knight
Jason lives (just this once)
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The Job
Danny's gotta put food on the table
(Also available in DP only version)
Always A King (DC x DP)
The Realms must have a king
Series: The Surprise Obsessions of the Ghostly Batclan (image heavy)
Ghost Bruce HC
Ghost Jason HC
Mini prompts
Danny Phantom vs The IRS ; part 2
Phantom's mistaken identity
Billy and Danny are secret twins
Danny scars the batfam
Superheroes need more therapy
All-caste Jason
Poison Control
#masterpost#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#justice league#mine#batman#tucker foley#the JLA#teen titans#titans#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#sam manson#valerie gray#jazz fenton
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What are the bugs of Welcome Home
Let me make it clear, whatever they are they are not insects.
Look at what I have caught:
Why do some have floral pattern? Is it even a pattern? Are they part plants?
2. Some have purple on them, which is already suspicious in itself. Are they related to time? Time is purple or only night time is?
3. What's the deal with the eyes? These are not insect eyes at all. Who the hell painted this one below all over? Damn, as above so below indeed.
4. I can live with the fact that some of they are fuzzy. But why? Are they fuzzy like bees or... like moss? Okay this one also has 8 legs. Why?
5. What's with this walking rainbow? Looks pretty. Pretty poisonous, if you ask me. A pretty poisonous wig. Kinda reminds me of Puss Moth Caterpillar.
6. Butterflies are know to be psychopomps in some cultures.
7. Way too cute close up. Ever saw butterfly close up photo? That's what I mean.
8. Frank and butterflies. He sure collects them. But pillbug is said to be his favourite. But pillbugs aren't bugs. It's a kind of terrestial isopod. Even more amusing.
9. Now what the hell even is this thing? Strongly reminds me of a green-banded broodsac. Leucochloridium paradoxum, for those of you who are more scentifically inclined. So what's the deal with it? The pulsating, green broodsacs fill the eye stalks of the snail, and by doing so it attracts birds, who are its the primary host. In sort - it visually imitates caterpillars. Another name for such type of creature? Puppeteer parasite.
To be fair, the last one worries me the most. Because Howdy also has striped antennae on this head. of course it can be a mere coinsendence...
Also let's talk about Sally.
#welcome home#welcome home project#welcome home arg#welcome home puppet show#welcome home theory#welcome home speculation#wh speculation#welcome home frank#welcome home howdy#welcome home eddie#bring your tinfoils hats#wild mass guessing wh#howdy pillar#sally starlet#frank frankly#eddie dear#wally darling#poppy partridge#julie joyful#barnaby b beagle#wally x reader
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Chlorine and Nicotine
Pairing: Jaden Hossler x Reader
Warnings/tags: Smut , Age Gap (reader is in her 30’s) tipsy hookup (consent implied) mentions of prior divorce, pregnancy, c section and children. Body image issues /self conscious reader . Mention of coopers death/fentanyl poisoning.
A/N: 5.5k words! This one’s for the self conscious and tired mamas on this app. Go find yourself a Jaden lol
You and your two other friends, Ashley and Liz, had planned the perfect getaway to celebrate your messy divorce being finalized: A child-free, 7 day, all-inclusive, 21+ cruise to the Bahamas. Tickets were purchased, excursions were selected, trustworthy babysitters were hired and bags were packed, there’s only one thing you all forgot…
“Is it just me or are we like the oldest ones here?” You ask your friends, looking around as you all board the cruise ship.
“Yeah, I noticed that too— seems like mostly college kids for some reason?” Liz responds.
Just then you all notice the banner on the side of the ship ‘Spring Break 2023’!
The three of you, having been out of school for close to two decades already, had completely forgotten this week was usually spring break.
“Ugh,” Ashley groans, “I can’t believe we forgot. I was hoping we could all get some much needed rest and a full night's sleep this week without our kids, not be kept up by a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls partying.”
“Hey, you know what? As long as I’m with you guys I’m sure we’ll still have a great time, even if they do keep us up. Besides you know the saying ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. When was the last time any of us got to let loose and party a little?” You reply.
“True,”
“Yeah, you’re right,” your friends answer in unison.
“Ok,well now that that’s settled, first order of business is finding our cabin, changing into our bikinis, and working on our tans while we sip margaritas pool side.” You instruct. “Let’s go!”
**********
“Whooof!” You exhale. “I’m getting hot. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and cool off real quick. I’ll be right back.” You head into the pool.
“Ash, do you hear that? I think those guys next to us on the right are talking about Y/N. Listen,” Liz says, keeping her voice low..
“— yeah the one in the yellow floral two piece… right there … she just got into the pool… she’s a total MILF bro—“
“Okay, I’m back, mmmn that cold water was refreshing. Did I miss anything?” You joke, knowing you were only gone for a minute.
“You did actually,” Ashley speaks in a whisper “Apparently you’re a Milf!” Liz adds.
“Says who!?” You laugh.
“Shhhh! Liz warns. “That little cutie right over there,” She nods in his direction. “The one in the black swim trunks.”
Descretly, you turn to see who your friends are talking about.
“Oh my god, I’m pretty sure I have jeans in my closet older than him! You scoff before taking another look. “I mean… he is pretty cute though— solid body, lots of tattoos.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you actually do,” Ashley laughs. Which reminds me we need to go shopping and update that wardrobe of yours, I haven’t seen you in anything but leggings for the past 6 years.”
“Ugh I know! It’s because nothing fits! It’s been 6 years since I had the twins and I’m still not back to my pre-baby weight,” you sulk. “Plus I’ve been so busy taking care of them and putting them first, I haven’t even had time to think about me. And now with the divorce and paying my lawyer— money’s tight. If it wasn’t for you guys paying my share of this trip, I wouldn’t have been able to go, and lord knows I need the break. I can’t thank you guys enough.”
“Aww you’re so welcome,” Liz hugs you.
“You deserve it,” Ashley says, patting your shoulder.
“Sorry, I’m being a negative Nancy. Fuck all our problems! We’re here to escape them and have fun!” You state. “Anyone else getting hungry, I could totally go for a burger?”
**********
At night, the pool area transforms into somewhat of a night club, with drinks, dancing, swimming and fun events— tonight’s is a singles lap dance competition.
“Good Evening,cruisers!!! The lap dance competition is about to begin,” the event organizer announces. “I need three single people to volunteer to receive a lap dance, raise your hand if your single and would like to receive a lap,” he shouts loud and enthusiastically as if announcing a wrestling match.
“Oh my god y/n! You should totally do it!” Ashley squeals, trying to raise your hand for you.
“No way, are you crazy?” You laugh pulling your hand back down.
“C’mon y/n, you’re single now , and when was the last time you had a hott guy on top of you?”
“Not within the last eight years, I know that much!” Liz sasses, wide-eyed taking a sip of her drink, and making you spit out yours.
“Fair enough,” you cough out after practically choking. “Fine I’ll do it,” you agree,the liquid courage you’ve been sipping on, helping to release your inhibitions.
“Alright, I just need one more volunteer!”
You adjust your bathing suit and raise your hand.
“ Ok pretty lady, c’mon up,” the DJ calls out. You head up onto the stage, your friends laughing, screaming and cheering you on. “Now I’m gonna need some volunteers to give the lap dances. Let’s start with this pretty lady right here,” the DJ motions to you. “Who wants to give this beautiful woman a lap dance?”
You look out into the crowd watching as a few hands go up. One in particular catches you eye, and you try to place why he looks slightly familiar, and then it hits you; it’s the young guy your friends overheard calling you a MILF earlier in the day.
“Alright, take your pick,” the DJ tells you.
“Him—the one with the dark hair and tattoos,” you point into the audience, before taking a seat on the folding chair on stage.
“You heard her, my man, c’mon up,” the DJ calls him to the stage.
He stands in front of you wearing his black swim trunks from earlier but is now also sporting a white tank top and a forward facing baseball cap. You can feel his eyes looking down at you, checking you out while waiting for the other contestants to choose their lap dance partner.
“Let’s get it started!” the DJ announces. “At the end of the song, y’all are gonna help me decide the winner,” he says, speaking to the audience. “Let’s gooo!!”
Sam Smith’s ‘Unholy’ starts bumping from the speakers and your tattooed partner throws his head back in a brief laugh at the song choice, before locking eyes with you. He wastes no time getting close; stepping forward so that both of your legs are sandwiched between his wide stance. With one hand on your shoulder he begins rolling his body in your lap, his free hand quickly grabbing his hat and turning it backwards so the brim doesn’t hinder his view of you. He glides that same hand down his torso over his white tank to its hem, bunches the material in his hand and slides it up, exposing his perfectly toned abs. You smirk, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight. He removes his hand from your shoulder and uses both hands to peel his tank off completely, tossing it down on the stage. Then he slides his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks purposely lowering them, his prominent V-lines on full display, along with a fuzzy line of hair descending from his navel. Your eyes follow the trail down until it meets a small patch just barely visible peeking out the top of his swim trunks. Your mind wanders, imaging what’s below—imaging what he’s working with. The trance you’re in is broken when he places one of your hands flat on his chest, inviting you to touch him while he moves in your lap. You let your hand glide down over the topography of his body, your fingertips exploring the hills and valleys of muscle as you go, stopping when your hand reaches the horizon where flesh meets material, even though your hand craves to continue its descent. As if he can read your mind, he pushes your hand lower, pressing his half hard bulge against your palm as he rolls his hips insync with the last ‘unholy’ of the song before it ends.
“Alright it’s time to vote. Let me hear you give it up for couple number one,” the DJ instructs. The audience claps, cheers and hoots. “Alright, a alright, now make some noise for couple number two.” A slightly louder roar of cheer and applause echoes under the night sky. Your sexy partner stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders as you both await your turn.“And last but not least couple number three.” The crowd goes wild with thunderous clapping,and high pitched whistles —your friends cheers the loudest of them all. “We have a clear winner here tonight, folks,” the DJ announces. “Winning by a landslide…couple number three!”
Tattooed arms unexpectedly scoop you up off the chair, running bridal style off the stage and towards the pool with you. You playfully shriek and laugh the whole way until … splash... he jumps in the water with you. When you both surface again, your hungry mouths are attacking one another like prey: desperate and determined. He moves forward in the water, pinning you against the side of the pool with his body as you devour each other— all lips, tongue, teeth and flesh. His skin tastes like chlorine, his kisses- a hint of nicotine; and just as addictive. Underwater, he teases a hand up your inner thigh and begins gently rubbing you through the fabric of your bathing suit. You allow it, encourage it actually—rocking your hips to press yourself firmer against his fingertips. You can feel how hard he is through his swim trunks and you opt to help him out, grasping his hard cock through the thin veil of fabric. You work each other into a sexual frenzy and it’s not long before his fingers transcend the boundary of your bathing suit bottoms, pushing the fabric aside and inserting two slender fingers inside of you. You follow his lead, sinking your hand into his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers tightly around him.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a complete stranger who’s name you don’t even know, or that he’s much younger than you, or perhaps even because no one besides your ex-husband has touched you this intimately in years, but you feel a familiar sense of heightened arousal that can only compare to the giddy exhilaration of your first sexual experience. God the nostalgia!—Back when just the novelty of making out, and touching each other was enough. Back when foreplay still existed, before the busyness of life and motherhood had you trading sex for sleep. Or swapping making love for quickies during naptime.
Every swirl of his tongue, curl of his fingers, and flick of your wrist has you feeling renewed, awake and alive again. You never want this to end but your body is chasing after the high it so desperately wants bucking against his palm while his fingers caress that sweet spot inside of you. As your orgasm begins to build, your grip on him falters so he places his free hand over yours, helping you stroke him. The feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers as you cum is so sexy to him that he finishes shortly after you.
Since the moment he jumped into the pool with you in his arms, you’ve been in your own world, oblivious to anything or anyone around you. It’s not until you start coming down from your high that the outside world starts to trickle back in: the music, the people, the sounds of your friends cheering your name. You turn to the direction of the noise in search of your friends, but a series of cannonballs by a group of guys momentarily blocks your view before you finally spot them. When you turn back after locating them, the boy is gone.
***********
The next morning in line for the breakfast buffet you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.
“Hey, sorry about last night. My name’s Jaden by the way,” he holds out his hand.
“I’m y/n,” you shake his hand. “What exactly are you sorry about? I may have been a little tipsy, but I remember having a great time.” You give a small smirk.
“Ok, good,” he smiles “I was worried I got a little too caught up in the moment and took things too far,” he admits. “But mostly I’m sorry I disappeared on you like that. My buddies almost drowned me with their cannonballs and I wanted to spare you from having to see me choke to death and squirt water out of my nose.” He laughs.
“Fair. You’re forgiven,” you joke. “Can I ask you something?
“Of course, ask away.”
“How old are you?” You brace yourself for the answer, but at least you know he’s at least twenty one.
“Twenty two, you?”
“Oh god, umm let’s just call it mid 30’s” you answer, slightly embarrassed, and worried about how he might react.
“Can I ask you a question now?” He asks.
“Sure.”
“I’d like to spend some more time with you today. Would you like that?” He asks.
“Wait, so your not bothered by me being much older than you?” You question.
“Not at all,” he smirks. “Sooo is that a yes then?”
“I-I dunno..” you're sure he just wants to hook up again , and you don’t want to give him that impression. Last night was just a heat of the moment thing.
“I just wanna talk, get to know you. Hands to myself this time, promise,” he replies as if he’s read your mind.
“Okay,” you agree. “My friends and I have a dolphin excursion during the day and dinner reservations at 6:00, so why don’t we meet somewhere around 8:00?”
“That works for me. Meet at the hot tubs?”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you then.” You answer.
**********
You head down to the deck with the hot tubs after dinner; bathing suit on and towel in hand. You know you’re going to be a few minutes early but you figure you’d get there before they get crowed. When you arrive however you see Jaden already in one of the hot tubs; his elbows resting on the edge, and a cigarette between two fingers. You know it’s a nasty habit and not good for his health but fuck - why does he look so good doing it.
“Hey,” you say, grabbing his attention.
“Shit!” He blows out a mouthful of smoke and ashes the cigarette out on the edge of the hot tub. “Sorry, bad habit, tryna quit. I wasn’t expecting you for like another ten minutes, thought I could sneak one in.”
“No worries,” you smile, stepping into the hot tub with him. “I expected there to be more people out here, thought I’d come early before they filled up.”
“Yeah, same,” he says as you scoot over next to him . “But apparently there’s supposed to be a rainstorm some time tonight, so maybe that’s why. Although I don’t really see why it would matter, like you’re in a bathing suit literally sitting in water anyways.” He shrugs. “So anyways, tell me about yourself. I’m guessing you’re not here on Spring Break too.” He laughs.
“Nope, celebrating my divorce actually,” you admit, holding up your left hand and wiggling your ring finger— a lighter band of flesh, where a ring once sat.
“Ooh brutal, sorry to hear that. Did you guys have kids together?” Jaden asks.
“Dont be. I’m glad it’s over. And yeah twin boys actually. They’re six. My moms watching them while we’re gone.”
“Aww, sweet” he smiles.
“How ‘bout you? I already know you’re here on Spring Break. Sooo ummm—ooh I know, tell me about your tattoos, do they have any special meaning or anything?
“Some I just liked, and some have meaning but this one’s the most important to me,” he points to a scrawling of repeated sentences that goes from his chest down his side. I got it for my best friend Cooper who passed away from fentanyl poisoning last year. I just didn’t know what say, didn’t know what to do after he passed , ya know, it’s like — “ he pauses a moment and swallows hard . “Fuck, I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about something else,”
“Sure, no problem. I understand” you say supportively, placing a hand on his shoulder.
The rest of your conversation is much more happy and upbeat —sharing your favorite movies, music, and books, where you both live and what you do for work. Also telling silly anecdotes about your childhoods, college life, motherhood and so on.
And then the rain starts; which you both agreed was no big deal but, unfortunately this rain is accompanied by thunder and lighting.
“Ugh, I was having a great time talking with you. Sorry the rain cut our little date short.” You say, sounding disappointed as you both quickly exit the hot tub.
“Is that what this was?” He smiles.
“Maybe,” you answer coyly with a shrug and flirty smile.
“If you’re okay with it, you can come back to my cabin and talk a little more, hangout, watch a movie or something,” he suggests. “But I totally understand if you're not comfortable with that. No pressure.”
“Sure, I’d like that,” you agree.
***********
“Shit, I just realized I don’t have anything dry to change into” you state upon entering his cabin. “And my rooms like on the complete other side of the ship. Do you have anything I could just throw on for now?”
“Uhhhm, sure,” Jaden looks around the room for something to give you. “Here you can wear this bathrobe,” he says, tossing you the white, terry cloth covering before sitting down on the bed.
In the corner of the room you turn, facing away from Jaden, put on the robe, and then descretly remove your bathing suit from under it.”
“What, no show?” Jaden jokes.
“You don’t wanna see, trust me.” You say, sounding down.
“Oh, but I do,” he laughs, but then stops when he notices you aren’t laughing too. Hey, what’s a matter. I’m just joking.I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that wasn’t my intention. I don’t want you to think that’s why I invited you back to the room. You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to.”
“It’s not that. I’m just really not comfortable in my own skin these days—haven’t been for a while actually. I love my kids to death but let’s just say pregnancy didn’t do my body any favors. You're young, you can have any hott girl with a tight little body. Why would you wanna see mine, it’s nothing to look at, I promise you.”
“I promise you you’re wrong. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
You’re not sure what that consists of exactly, but you nod in agreement anyways. Jaden makes you feel so safe, and you could definitely use a confidence boost.
“C’mere,” Jaden leads you by your hand into the bathroom, and positions you in front of the mirror. “Can I take this off?” He whispers in your ear from behind you, as he places a hand on each of your robe covered shoulders. You meekly nod yes and he slips the garment off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you completely nude. You fight the urge to cover yourself but the look of awe in Jaden’s eyes as he surveys your naked body helps melt away some of your insecurity. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breaths against your our neck. “Now what I want you to do is look in the mirror with me,” he instructs. You flick your eyes up to the mirror meeting his in the reflection. “I want you to tell me what you see when you look at yourself in the mirror—give it all to me, the good, the bad, the ugly, then I’m gonna tell you what I see.”
“I see someone I don’t recognize anymore. I used to be pretty, but now I have crows feet by my eyes, and my breasts have lost the perky fullness they had before breastfeeding two kids. It’s been six years and I still haven’t lost all the baby weight,” You poke at your stomach. “And I have this C-section scar from when my body failed to do the one thing it was literally designed to do!“ You start getting emotional. “My hips are so wide now, and my ass is huge , and don’t even get me started on the stretch marks on my inner thighs,” you sigh, holding back tears.
“First of all, you ARE pretty, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. When I look at your eyes I don’t see crows feet— I see a million smiles and childhood summers spent having fun in the sun,” he says, making you smile. “That’s a million and one now,” he teases playfully. “Now, before I continue, do I have permission to touch you?”
“Permission granted,” you snicker “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to feel your hands on me again,” you admit, blushing.
“And my lips too?” He begins kissing slowly up the side of you neck, making every hair on your body stand on end with arousal.
“Mmmhm, yeah, that too.” You giggle coyly.
“And these,..”he continues, cupping you from behind, “I see breasts that nourished two beautiful babies,and still look plenty perky to me, especially these nipples,” he rolls the buds between his thumbs and pointer fingers. “I love how erect they are for me.” He tugs on them gently before moving his hands to your stomach. “You don’t need to lose a single pound, all I see is curves and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not the 90’s anymore where women had to be rail thin to meet some ridiculous standard of beauty— all bodies are beautiful. And besides you don’t give yourself enough credit for growing two human beings inside you, this was their home for nine months!” He grips your soft belly tightly as he speaks. “And this scar,” he traces his finger over it, causing a ticklish chill to run through you at the ghostly sensation— you still don’t have much feeling there. “This is not a failure, it’s a reminder of how your babies were able to safely enter this world when things didn't go quite as planned.” Your eyes begin to well with tears again, not with sadness, but from the joy of a guy you met less than twenty four hours ago helping you fall back in love with your body and realize all its accomplishments. “And your ass and hips— fuck, that might be my favorite part of your body. Do you know how many women literally pay thousands of dollars to make their hips and ass look like this?” He rubs his hands over the swell of your backside. “It’s literally perfect.” He says with a firm squeeze. “And these—” he places his fingertips on the jagged pink and white lines on your inner thigh and begins to trace them upwards. “These are a map, leading me to where I wanna be the most,” he slides his middle finger through your wetness, “God damn you’re soaked and we’re not even in the pool this time,” he teases. “I think you want me here too, huh?” He begins rubbing slow circles on your clit, “and I mean more than just my fingers this time,” he smirks at you in the mirror before pressing his growing erection against your backside, and his mouth to your neck.
“Mhm, fuck—“ you moan, tilting your head and reaching back to run your hand through his dark hair while he marks you. “Mmmm, Jaden… do you… do you have a condom? I mean, my tubes are tied but—”
“I just got tested before the cruise baby—I’m clean.” He states breathily, before reattaching his lips to your neck, and pulling himself free from his swim trunks with his free hand.
“Okaay,” you moan. “I-I trust you.”
He slips in with ease; both of you releasing a shaky breath at the feeling. And while you haven’t exactly seen his dick yet, you can tell that it’s big.
“Fuccck, you feel incredible!” He nips along your jawline as he begins to thrust — one tattooed hand on your hip and the other, full of your breast, holding you against him so you can watch. He begins with a slow, gentle rhythm, taking his time to fully appreciate your warmth and tightness with each lengthy stroke.
“Ohhhh, Jaden!” You moan breathily.
“Mmmh yeah—am I making you feel good, baby?”
“Ss-so good.” And you mean that in every way- not just sexually.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you look while I fuck you,” he rasps in your ear.
You watch Jadens thrusts grow more urgent, his hands more hungry as he claws and grabs at every square inch of flesh he can get his hands on. Because of him you’re able to watch unashamed, as your soft body jiggles everytime Jaden’s hips crash against your backside, the movement spurring him on even more. You’re able to see the undeniable desire in his eyes, hear the truth of his words.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy!” He grunts through clenched teeth, increasing the intensity and depth of his pace even more, as he grows close to orgasm.
You grip the bathroom counter in front of you and let your head hang down in overwhelming pleasure. With a firm but gentle hold of your throat, Jaden lifts your head back up to face your reflection.
“Don’t want you to miss the best part,” he teases.
And with one final thrust, he cums hard, filling you to the brim. The warm eruption triggers your own orgasm, splashing against Jaden’s pelvis and dripping down his tattooed thighs.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard before,” you admit after finally catching your breath, your legs still weak and trembling.
“I can believe that,” he laughs looking down at the mess you’ve made of him. “It was so fucking hott though…Shower then room service?”
“Sounds perfect” you smile, stepping into the shower with him.
The shower starts off innocent, with the intent of actually washing up and getting clean but when Jaden asks if he can help wash you, things heat up rather quickly. As he soaps up your breasts you feel something brush press against you and look down.
“Are you really hard again, already? You just came!”
“I’m young, I got the drive and the stamina to go all night if you want,” he smirks.
“I just might have to take you up on that,” you smirk back, reaching to grasp his cock. You give it a few teasing tugs before dropping to your knees.
He watches with his bottom lip between his teeth as you tease your tongue along the underside of his shaft , tracing the vein from hilt to tip. He lets out a low and breathy “Fuck” as the head disappears inside your mouth— the rest of his length soon to follow. He tastes of you, and the scent of chlorine still lingers on his skin, especially when you take him deep, your nose pressed into the neatly trimmed patch of hair on his pelvis. The same patch that was just slightly visible last night above the waistband of his low hung swim trunks. You remember the way your eyes followed his happy trail to it, your mind wondering what was below it. Now just barely twenty four hours later it’s been inside of you; first your pussy and now your mouth. Every bob of your head brings him closer, his pleasure building so much he can’t help but buck his hips, gently fucking into your mouth.
“Ohh, shit —Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moans out, grabbing the back of your head with both hands holding you in place as he spurts down your throat. “Mhgmmmmmmmmm” he lets out a long and pleasure-filled moan, still pumping his hips in short stokes, enjoying the last tendrils of his orgasm before pulling out. “God damn, that was so good!” He praises your skills, making you blush. “Ok” he starts with a laugh “let’s try this again, shower then room service”
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By the time room service arrives after your shower, you’re at it again, this time riding Jaden in bed— a position you haven’t been brave enough to do in quite some time. You’ve already cum and Jaden is dangerously close when you both hear the faint knock followed by “Room service.”
“Shit, don’t stop,” Jaden whispers to you before shouting to room service “Just—fuck, j-just leave it by the door!”
Another roll of your hips and he’s done for, eyes rolling back, chiseled body twitching under you, calling out your name as he cums for the third time tonight.
*********
“We definitely worked up an appetite,” Jaden laughs looking at all the now completely empty pile of dishes on the room service cart. “You save any room for dessert?”
“No way, I’m stuffed,” you answer.
“Well I did.” Jaden smirks pushing you back down on the bed, and spreading your legs, his head disappearing between your thighs.
“Ohhh Jaden …”
**********
In the morning Jaden wakes before you, he can’t help but watch you sleep, sofly swiping a single knuckle along your cheek as he admires your beauty. The sensation stirs you from your slumber. Your eyes still heavy with sleep blink open and Jaden’s face comes into focus.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Jaden says, his husk, sleep laden, voice sounding so sexy. “It’s just that you're even beautiful when you sleep.”
“S’ok,” You murmur, with a smile. “Gotta get up anyways,my friends are probably wondering where the fuck I am.”
***********
You put your key card to the door of your cabin and the door clanks open rousing your friends from their sleep.
“Shit, what time is it?” Ashley asks, squinting at her phone. “Ten thirty two, sorry we woke up so late. I think me and Liz had a little too much to drink last night. I hope you weren’t bored waiting around for us.” Ashley apologizes. “Have you already been swimming this morning?” she asks noticing you're in a robe with your bathing suit dangling from your hand.
“Wait!” Liz interjects, “That’s the bathing suit you had on when you left for your date with -with that college boy, what’s his face—“
“It’s Jaden” you remind her.
“— you’re just getting back now, aren’t you!! You spent the night!?” Liz exclaims accusingly.
The hue of your cheeks and your guilty smile give you away. You take a seat on the edge of the bed and wait for the slew of questions you know you’re about to get pummeled with.
“Oh my god, did you sleep with him?” Ashley asks.
You answer wordlessly, pulling back the collar of the robe, exposing the numerous wine colored markings that decorate your flesh.
“Jesus! I haven’t seen that many hickeys since highschool” Liz teases. “Ok, spill, how bad was the sex? I’m cringing just looking at your neck.”
“It was honestly the best sex I’ve ever had,” you blushed. “He made me feel like a fucking Goddess!”
“ There’s no way,” Liz scoffs. “How much experience can he even have.” She says with an eyeroll.
“Yeah I’m not buying it either,” Ashley laughs. “C’mom you don’t got to lie to us. We’ve all had our subpar hookups, especially when we were in college. Guys that age are all confidence and no skill.”
“No I’m dead serious, it was amazing!!!” You gush. “And not just his dick, but the way he made me feel…”
You proceed to tell them every detail of last night, from how he praised and appreciated your every flaw and gave you your confidence back, to just how good his dick felt inside you and how talented he was with his mouth and fingers. When you're done talking Liz gets up and starts walking towards the cabin door.
“Where are you going?” You ask perplexed.
“Going to find me one of these college boys” Liz laughs. “Does he have friends?” She jokes, making her way back to the bed. “Seriously though, sorry we teased you, that sounds amazing.”
“Yeah,” Ashley agrees. “I’m a little jealous— good dick AND body positivity, sign me the fuck up!”
“What are you guys gonna do when the cruise is over?” Liz asks, “You’ll probably never see eachother again.”
“Oh my god, that’s right! I forgot to tell you guys the best part! Earlier in the night when we were just talking in the hot tub we figured out that he only lives an hour away from us!”
“Holy shit, what a small world, that’s awesome.” Ashley exclaims.
“I’ll tell you what’s not small,” you smirk.
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u can really smell the coconut in the older version.. less sweet, more complex.. coconut FLESH, bitter almond paste, light floral vanilla. this won’t make sense but there’s something about the dense almond paste with the milky coconut flesh that reminds me of lightly dusted / powdered rubber, especially when first sprayed that i can’t get enough of .. a kind of addicting bitterness that goes along with the poison theme so well… pretty and intoxicating so you don’t notice sometjing ain’t right and ur about to die.. compared to the current especially this one feels edgy and exciting and could be talked about with the likes of bvlgari black.. but i love the current one too okayy
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ghoul perfume associations pt. 2 (halloween edition)!
halloween ghouls! a little bit murderous, a little bit monstrous. is the slight scent of blood from the perfume or did the ghouls just get back from a hunt? who knows.
(i thought it would be fun to make a Halloween/fall edition of the ghoul perfume list I made before, so here it is! for most of these the first scent is a little bit out there, and the second is more wearable/lighthearted.)
cw: themes of death and injury, a lot of talk about blood and murder
Aeon
Notes: clean linen, lavender, marshmallows, blood. Aeon smells clean and gentle, but that cleanliness is tinged red and metallic on the edges.
Perfumes:
Plutonian -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Soapy cleanliness sullied by blood and ashes.”
Sleepy Ghost -- Poesie Perfume
“Haunted by insomnia? Let this friendly ghost lull you to sleep with the blissful combination of marshmallow and lavender. You’ll be dreaming in no time!”
marshmallow pillows sprinkled with natural lavender essential oil and absolute for sweet dreams
Aether
Notes: amber, wood, blood. Aether smells warm and golden, resinous and a little bit spicy, like the ideal fall day spent lounging in front of the fireplace. But every so often you catch the edge of something that smells suspiciously like blood…
Perfumes:
Blood Amber -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.”
The Dead Rise -- Poesie Perfume
“I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika. — Jonathan Harker’s journal”
dark roasted coffee beans spiked with fresh cardamom pods, cubes of brown sugar, ambroxan, cedar
Alpha
Notes: leather, smoke, spices, rot. Alpha smells aggressive and dangerous – and he is. Of all of the ghouls, Alpha is the most likely to admit to his hobby of hunting unsuspecting Abbey visitors for sport.
Perfumes:
Eau de Ghoul -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Dessicated skin coated in blackened ginger, cinnamon, and mold-flecked dirt, with cumin, bitter clove, leather, and dried blood.”
Hellfire -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A scent celebrating Sir Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Knights of St. Francis of Wycombe, also known as the Hellfire Club. A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.”
Cirrus
Notes: dark fruits, musk, metal. Cirrus smells alluring enough that you can almost ignore the way her nails are a little too sharp, her smile a little too wild. Her idea of flirting is offering to help you hide a body, and you’re not sure she’s joking.
Perfumes:
The Enterprise of the Night -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Inspired by the opening pages of Circle of Blood. The scent of vice and darkness: flashing neon, oil-tinged petrichor, fading perfume, smeared lipstick, and the faintest touch of gunpowder residue.”
The Witch Queen -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Wild plum, red musk, tuberose, calla lily, heliotrope, pimento, ylang ylang and beeswax beneath a dark haze of sinister purple-hued incense smoke.”
Cumulus
Notes: florals, sugar, poisonous chemicals. Cumulus smells sweet, sugary in a way that gets stuck to your gums and makes your teeth ache. She has the face – and scent – of an angel, but something about the way her eyes follow you makes you uneasy.
Perfumes:
Shelley, Byron, and Keats -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Uncompromising idealism, haunted romanticism, fatal ennui, and a heady amount of scandal and vice: red roses and pale carnation with a draught of laudanum, smears of opium tar, a hint of absinthe, and mercury ointment.”
Tiny Phantom -- Poesie Perfume
“You see it there in the glass, a tiny phantom - a glimpse of white in an otherwise dark room. But there’s no need to scream, and there’s no need to faint -- the thing in the darkness is you.”
innocent pink roses, marshmallow buttercream, pale white musk, antique mahogany
Dewdrop
Notes: dark fruits, smoke, ash. Dew smells like the remnants of a house fire that may or may not have been set on purpose. He smells like if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t let him out of your sight.
Perfumes:
Djinn -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Myths surrounding the Djinn paint them as many things: benevolent champions of mankind and slaves to mad sorcerers, malicious incubi / succubi and energy vampires, or malevolent harbingers of madness and disease.”
The scent of black smoke, of crackling flames, and smoldering ashes.
Silent Hill -- Spirit and Venom
“The combination of foggy air, deep fire smoke, dark pomegranate, and hints of overturned dirt and honey. Welcome to Silent Hill!”
Ifrit
Notes: black tea, brimstone, incense. Ifrit smells dark and clinging, slinky in a way that sets you on edge. He smells like going to sleep and knowing you won’t wake up.
Perfumes:
The Chapel -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“In the center of the room, a groveling figure is crouched before a woman draped in purple-black clerical robes. The woman’s eyes are filled with righteous hellfire, and she extends a hand in benediction to the man who has fallen prostrate at her feet. He murmurs, “Libera Te Ex Caelum”, and she gestures for him to rise. As he gets to his knees he winces in pain and moans in a strange expression of ecstasy, and you see small horns growing from his skull.”
Black incense, bitter wine, brimstone, bile, and blood.
Darkness -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.”
Mist
Notes: water, herbs, blood. Mist smells herbal and cold, like the transition of fall into winter. She smells a little bit sweet, a little bit metallic, a little bit dangerous. Her scent reminds you of rain so heavy and cold you can barely take a breath.
Perfumes:
Frostbite with Polar Bear Attack -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Slashes of sleet punctured by a coppery gout of blood.”
Villa Diodati -- Poesie Perfume
“A stately house on the edge of Lake Geneva, ringed by Swiss Alps so picturesque they look painted on the sky, in 1816 Villa Diodati hosted a group of travellers whose time there would forever be marked in history. As storms raged outside, in its candlelit rooms Mary Shelley conceived of her mad scientist and his iconic monster. Down the hall, poor Doctor Polidori (who was hopelessly in love with Mary and possibly Byron), was penning a little story that would inspire another little story. Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You may have heard of it.”
pungent wild rosemary and fresh balsam pine, crystal clear lakewater, dry, dark vanilla
Mountain
Notes: greenery, earth, poisonous mushrooms. Mountain smells like crushed leaves, like little brown mushrooms, like the change in the air when the calender hits October. He smells earthy and damp, as if he spent the day digging holes… for plants, of course. Right?
Perfumes:
Sinister Groundskeeper -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A menacing figure in grassy overalls and mud-flecked boots, with a wheelbarrow full of sharp yet rust-stained implements. At least, it looks like rust…”
Clods of moist soil, crushed dandelions, and the coppery clove-tang of dried blood.
Death Cap -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.”
Nimbus*
Notes: peach, rose, blood. Nimbus smells sweet – slightly earthy, slightly metallic – but overwhelmingly like peaches that are so ripe they fall apart in your hands. She smells like the thorn bushes that shrikes impale their prey on – but there aren’t any corpses in her garden. Probably.
Perfumes:
Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Off with her head: white roses, tea roses, climbing roses, blood red roses, and a cluster of thorns, blood-spattered and sword-sharp, with clove bud and tobacco flower.”
Astaroth -- Fantome
“Ripe peaches, pumpkin flesh over a bed of red musk, honey cakes drizzled with white chocolate, & roasted pistachios.”
*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi
Omega
Notes: wood, amber, ink. Omega smells like the ghost of a once-warm sitting room. He smells like amber, like polished wood, like seeing something out of the corner of your eye and feeling watched for hours afterward.
Perfumes:
Quintessence of Dust -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistine’s portrait.”
Parlour -- Fantome
“Parlour is an atmospheric fragrance that is inspired by a 19th century Parlour at the height of the Spiritualism movement. Conjuring the dimly-lit rooms filled with dusty spirt boards, sweet wood, and magic.”
A darkly polished mahogany rapping table, spirit boards, sweet rosewood chests, burning incense, and a hint of vetiver
(i have this one and i love it sm, it's the best woody scent in my collection)
Rain
Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean right before a storm: murky, almost-sweet, hair-raising. He smells like swimming in deep water and feeling something grab your ankle a little bit too tight for you to believe that it was just kelp. But it had to be, surely there isn’t anything else down there…
Perfumes:
Cthulhu -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.”
Circe Individiosa -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.”
Sunshine/Stratus**
Notes: summer fruits, spices, smoke. Sunny smells like the end of summer, right as it turns into fall. She smells like roasting marshmallows, like sticky heat, like biting into a late-summer strawberry and finding it rotten inside.
Perfumes:
Tongue Wall -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Fleshy and fruity: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.”
Zombie -- Possets
“You really need a big dose of toasted marshmallow and oude, a bit of burnt stick, and the unmistakable fragrance of the crisp autumn air. The obvious combination, wouldn't you say? Resinous and foody at the same time. Smoky, sticky fun.”
**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi
Swiss***
Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, blood. Swiss smells like darkness so thick that there could be something right in front of you and you would have no idea – or maybe right behind you. He smells like earthy resin, wine the color of blood, and curling smoke. Something about his scent leaves a metallic tang in the back of your throat.
Perfumes:
Dead for Filth -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Raw Patchouli, opoponax, and a coppery dry blood exhale.”
Nosferatu -- Black Baccara
“A rustling of leaves appears before the footfalls as a group of pale vampires emerge from the autumn darkness. They bring with them the aroma of archaic earth, deep red wine, tobacco smoke, and red roses.”
dark patchouli, deep red roses, aged red wine, dirt, tobacco smoke, and fireplace embers
***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi
Zephyr
Notes: dust, ozone, dry rot. Zephyr smells like a house long abandoned: dusty, faintly sweet, a little bit like rotting floorboards. It’s a scent that draws you in as much as it pushes you away – like a haunted house that has become so lonely, it will do anything to make you stay.
Perfumes:
Yorick -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Grave dirt, bone, decay, angel’s trumpet, and moldering scraps of shroud: the essence of finality.”
Attic Ghosts - Paranormal Perfumes
“Attic Ghosts is an antique, timeless Victorian mansion. The house on the hill. Flickering lights in the hallways, shadows in the windows. Footsteps. Apparitions. A locked door to the attic.”
dusty wood, chestnut, smoke whisps, vanilla absolute, orange blossom, rose petals, jasmine, vetiver
if you got this far, thank you for reading! this one was SO fun to make, i hope y'all like it too. (and as always i would love to talk more about this/hear other people's thoughts!!)
#please note the formatting is a little weird on mobile#so if there are parts that are cut off you should still be able to see them on desktop#ghost bc#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghoul perfume thoughts#nameless ghoulettes
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don’t get me wrong, i love rook. but holy hell this is THE MOST ICK THING HE’S EVER DONE
if he said this to me i would slap him. hard. like i get it, rook doesn’t exactly know vil’s past and all of his insecurities. but saying this after vil screamed that he was ugly and unforgivable because that’s what people have made him believe he was? it’s like telling someone who has low self esteem to just become confident.
and like did it ever cross to rook’s mind that vil seeming confident kind of…adds to the idea that he’s intimidating and mean? 💀 and how there are plenty of neige fans who have too much free time on their hands that would tear vil’s confidence down and fuel the narrative that he’s mean and rude when he actually isn’t (like with every non-white celebrity and female celebrity ever)?
i’d never talk to him again after this 💀
#floral poisons talk#all jokes aside i still love rook#we all do need a rook in our lives#this however is not his finest moment#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#pomefiore#vil schoenheit#rook hunt
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Could the Wright Anything Agency catch Agent 47?
Assumptions
I'm analyzing this under the pretext that Agent 47 has killed someone and sticks around under the same cover to scope out another target in the same area. The person 47 was disguised as at the time gets framed for the murder and the WAA take the case, looking into this "Tobias Rieper" guy when it starts to seem like he might be involved.
Neither has any prior information on the other going in.
Pre-Disbarment Phoenix
Given the Timelines of both franchises, this is Phoenix going up against World of Assassination Era 47. That is.... not good.
Basically, 47 is at his prime both in his abilities as an assassin and his resources with the ICA and he's going up against Nick back when he still needed Mia's advice from time to time.
Okay, that is unfair. Phoenix has taken down some very tough cookies. Damon Gant, Manfred Von Karma, Matt Engarde, and so on. All of whom were either very connected, very intelligent, or both. 47 is very much both.
I do genuinely think 47 can talk his way around the Magatama. 47 at this point has a particular habit of speaking when undercover, where he'll tell technical truths as a little private joke to himself. Lies of omission. Much like how Matt Engarde got around it by technicality, I do think 47 could as well.
Example: "Hey, doc, what's in that shot you're giving me?" "Floral extracts. Mostly belladonna." "Uh, isn't that poisonous? Shouldn't I be worried?" "I'm not. Just sit back, it'll all be over soon." Etc.
Not straight up lies, just not giving an entirely upfront answer.
That said, the name "Tobias Rieper" mosy definitely would cause a ding, because 47 himself doesn't consider himself as having one. That'll probably be what prompts Nick into poking around.
47 takes care to avoid getting recorded or photographed, and takes time to destroy such evidence when he has to, so Nick's gonna have to rely on witness testimony to prove 47's disguise didn't match his client. His basic Pressing techniques should be enough on that front, getting them to mention 47's completely hairless physique, tall stature, monotone voice, etc by pressing for more detail.
That said, I don't think Nick can genuinely catch 47 out with anything. He was genetically engineered to not leave a trace behind, so he can't grow hair and might not even have fingerprints. He prides himself on the bodies either not being found until hours after he's gone or spinning his kills as elaborate accidents. Nick can definitely bluff and theorize his way into working out how 47 did it, but without any proof, all he can do is prove it couldn't have been his client.
Also, First Game Nick dies here. Dude almost got himself assassinated by the mafia and 47 won't hesitate with that fiber wire.
That said, 47 does play into Nick's hand a little bit. He's been known to concoct overly elaborate kills that only he could ever possibly pull off just to make things interesting and if there's one talent Nick has its untangling convoluted murder plots through logical leaps no one else is willing to make.
47 also canonically has an "aura of death" that psychics can sense because of how many people he's killed. Don't know if the Magatama or Maya can pick up on that, as that's not really in their wheelhouse, but it's there if you want to argue it.
Similarly, 47 has met ghosts before, so he's liable to put his guard up if Mia tries to interject. Hell, he's met actual Santa too.
Also, if Phoenix does get his man, he'll have incurred the wrath of the entire ICA so... lose-lose really.
Ultimately, I think Nick can get his client off the hook, but he won't be able to corner a man as slippery as 47. 47 covers his tracks too carefully. 5/10, would solve case, would not catch killer.
Post-Disbarment Phoenix
A lot of Nick's advantages from before still carry over, but with a few extra notes.
First off, timeline wise, this is Freelancer Era 47. 47 no longer has an entire international assassination agency backing him up and now relies on his contacts in the black market and Diana Burnwood to get around. He also has a home he can be traced back to while previously he moved around constantly.
This time, Phoenix is the one with higher resources, as he has connections to Interpol through Edgeworth and connections to Khura'in through Apollo. He has the means to organize an international manhunt if he has to.
Nick is also a lot more willing and able to play the long game. Take his seven year plan against Kristoph or his collaboration with Edgeworth to catch The Phantom, for instance. Nick won't stoop to the lows he did against Kristoph again, as that came about from him being at the lowest point in his life, but his plan there proves he's absolutely able to play the long term Chessmaster when silly bluffing lawyer man won't cut it.
Again, Nick won't be able to catch 47 on their first run in. He just runs too tight a ship. Unlike previously, Nick will have the means to conduct follow up investigation and won't have to do so with a massive target on his back because the ICA doesn't exist anymore.
That said, a 47 whose at the top of his game is still a bit more than the Interpol of Ace Attorney can handle. It will take a lot of planning to create a trao that 47 can't just shoot his way out of. Most likely by going after Diana, but it'll take awhile for him to figure out she even exists. Diana's a force to be reckoned with on her own.
In brief, he can, but he'd have to dedicate a significant chunk of his life to it, pulling every string he has through connections and friendships. 9/10
Apollo Justice
Gonna be blunt, perceive is not gonna work. Like, flat out.
47 doesn't have body ticks. He's unnaturally stiff at all times, even while relaxing and having fun. He doesn’t emote or react or change his tone of voice in a situation. There wouldn't be a microexpression to give away the lie because 47 barely has expressions.
That said, he's just as good at the classic approach as Phoenix is, so a lot of what I said there applies here. Press for more testimony and point out the physical discrepancies that come from that.
Of note, if the crime takes place in Khura'in, then the Divination Seance may screw 47 over. He's had entire conversations with targets before killing them, after all, so it could catch him right there if he's not more careful than usual.
That said, Khura'in by itself doesn't have nearly the presence or resources to catch 47 on the follow through unless he stays relatively close by geographically, so even with all of Khura'in's investigative abilities focusing him, 47 should escape afterwards just fine.
Unless you count Apollo bringing in Phoenix to bring in Edgeworth and Interpol, Apollo just doesn't have the right deck to play with 47. 7/10 because Divination Seance and death aura might get 47 in Khura'in though.
Athena Cykes
On the opposite side of the spectrum, Athena basically hard counters 47.
A seemingly emotionless assassin whose a master of disguise. Think I've heard that one before....
That said, 47 isn't just Phantom 2. He does actually have emotions. He just buries them deeeeeeeep in there.
Honestly, 47 is a massive trauma magnet with a lot of damage upstairs. He was genetically designed to be an assassin from the ground up, waa abused all his childhood in an attempt to purge all emotion and empathy from him, had to witness the first family he ever had he shot and killed in front of him to "teach him a lesson", was drugged into believing he killed his best friend and brother for years, and now has to live with the fact that he killed the parents of the one person left in the world that he cares about. Just... that's rough buddy.
Yeah, Athena would hear nothing when 47 talks about the murder and hear a biiiiiiiig blip when someone says the name Diana or Lucas and that's a big give away.
Could Athena talk him into giving up his career? That's a big if. 47's been kicking the can around in his head for awhile and he always comes back to "killing bad people is the one thing I enjoy in life" so... I'm not optimistic.
She also has no way of actually apprehending him, with none of Apollo's or Phoenix's resources (beyond having them in speed dial, at least).
That said, she'd shake him to his core in the way the other two could never. He'd come out respecting Apollo and Nick but shaken by Athena and that's a big win.
All of them:
Combine all those advantages and what do ya get?
That's a conviction several years in the making, my friend.
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𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐
A/N: Woah there, I must admit I wasn't too inspired but at the same time I was? Ask my 7am brain lmao. Anywayss, maybe it's not how you imagined it but I caved and wanted some ruthless reader who doesn't take anyone's shit. For those who're looking for a pacific/civil confrontation... 👀 who knows
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏. | 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞.
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When they take everything from you, you can either rebuild or steal in turn. You make the easier choice and watch your past go down in flames. Along with your brothers.
𝐓𝐖: Angst with no comfort, graphic description of violence (reader clutches Diluc's face and slightly jabs his neck with a knife ops), slight swearing, let me know if I'm forgetting anything.
𝐅𝐭.: Diluc, Kaeya, Dottore (mentioned) (all platonic ofc) - GN!Reader
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: I'll let it burn - Kanaya
𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, it shouldn’t have gone this way.
You shouldn’t have returned to Mondstadt clad in Fatui uniform, its emblem sitting mockingly on your hollowed heart. You shouldn’t have looked so comfortable with Dottore by your side, quiet and firm in a way you’ve never been.
You shouldn’t be looking at them as though they were the monsters here, not when those you’re siding with who killed your father and started this domino of excruciating suffering.
But Diluc left you, by what right was he expecting something different?
By what right did he gawk with such horror at the scars he left?
Diluc knows his faults. Knows all too well what eroded the remnants of his heart in the past three years. He’s familiar with the flames of shame and regret, with their relentless torment. They’re the only ones he's never subdued to his will, flames that his vision can’t reach.
And yet, who could imagine that the fire he set three years ago, in a stormy night, would've raged into this?
That he would have ruined everything, everything with his own hands.
He should’ve imagined it. It was only the beginning.
“Well, what do you think of my work?” You asked, nestled at the top of the statue’s hands in the plaza. It’s almost like you prefer looking at your nails than spare them a glance, as you dangle your legs, careless of the fall underneath. “It took me three years of preparation, you know?”
Diluc doesn’t doubt it. The size of your work extends to the entire city. A net of withered small lamp grass and dead vines dripping incendiary oil and spangled with pyro slime charges crawls amongst the streets and up the houses.
Everything culminates there, in the square: the plants climb up the structure like a grotesque floral dress, and right in its hands -where you’re sitting- they weave further together in a singular, deadly fuse.
You hold a match in one hand.
He feels like clutching his heart.
Diluc wonders if this is how a heart attack feels, a slow and atrocious implosion that never ends. A handful of daggers that stab deep and writhe like devils in front of a god. A choked flame that tries to escape its unavoidable destiny 'til the last wisp.
And yet these examples seem far from fitting, not even the brightest genius would be able to describe such pain.
Your ex brothers stand petrified right in front of the statue, the bard's music and citizens' joyful choruses a distant memory now that it's covered in dead plants.
Diluc doesn’t understand how Kaeya is keeping such a straight face whereas his strength barely prevents his body from crushing under the thick, oppressing atmosphere.
He feels so weak in front of you.
"[Name]!" Kaeya’s shout breaches his eardrums and Diluc's unsure whether his brother is screaming out of desperation or to be heard "[Name] think of this, this is not what you want! We can talk about it, fix-"
Your thunderous laughter cuts through the frigid breath of the night, hysterical, laced with a poison only you can withstand without decaying. You laugh and laugh like a broken record, to the point where you can’t sit straight anymore and lean back in the statue’s hold.
You laugh so loudly, but he's never heard an emptier sound in his life.
"Oh, really?" You ask breathless after what feels like an eternity, as you dry your tears from your hardened face and caustic smile. A ghost of what you once were. "Tell me, what do you know, you fucking traitor?"
Kaeya flinches.
"I don’t think you’ve been there enough to know how the story goes. It's beyond repair.” You sit again, stoic, your legs dangling as if nothing at all had happened.
You draw out a dagger from the sheath strapped to your leg and start playing with the tip. Uninterested, bored in their actions and words. “You see, your brother killed me, that night."
Kaeya’s brave face falls at that. He snaps his head to the side, stares at Diluc with an intensity that burns a hole through his eyepatch. He's not stupid, he's more than capable to put together the pieces he's been given.
How kind of him to doubt your words, though, even in face of the bare truth.
"...Tell me they're lying, Diluc." He begs with disarming honesty. "Tell me they're lying please."
But Kaeya's imploring gaze falters when his brother diverts his eyes to the ground.
Diluc never thought he could break what was damaged already, but apparently there's an abundance of pieces that are yet to be broken.
"Oh no, he’s telling the truth." You beat him to answer. "Diluc Ragnvindr killed his sibling and left the body in the mud, in the middle of nowhere. ‘I’m not your brother, you’re not my sibling. You’re dead to me’ and blah blah.”
You grimace at the memory. "You had fun, didn't you?"
Then you push yourself off the edge.
Diluc's heart clings to his throat at the sight of your free fall. He's ready to sprint, catch and hold you tight to his chest, beg for forgiveness until his soul leaves his body, but a gust of cold wind slows your descent in a show of eerie grace.
Only now he notices the anemo delusion hanging from your waist. A false promise of freedom, just like the one Dottore made you all those years ago.
Or maybe you consider it a true freedom, as long as they're not in your life?
"You're the 'Darknight hero' and the 'Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius.'" You spit the words violently, as if they were poison. But you seem so fragile, drained, while your figure becomes clearer with every step taken. And so do your scars.
Your eyebags are as deep as the night and your muscles so taut they could break any moment. "You're the heroes around here. Who cares about your... Silly mistakes? No one."
Diluc can't breathe.
"Well I do, because I am your mistake."
Diluc feels like he's dying.
"They haven't seen the behind the scenes of this... Little show you've put on. And they don’t want to." You go on, a couple of metres separating you three. You point at them with your dagger again, and only now Diluc realises it's your mother's stiletto, as it shines under the moonlight.
Crepus gave it to you after you snuck out secretly for the umpteenth time and got hurt in a dangerous, unprotected area. He chose to teach you, rather than ground you as a punishment, because 'it would be impossible to snuff out that untamed spirit of yours, and also a crime' in his opinion.
You’ve always worn it, but never tried to defend yourself that night.
To think of the catastrophe you're all facing now that your father is dead. He might be rolling over in his grave.
"That's why I say that even the good guys deserve a punishment from time to time."
A wave of elemental energy suddenly quakes the ground. It morphs into chains, tight like nooses and cold like death. They cage the brothers' limbs and necks, forcing them to their knees. Diluc can't help but notice the familiarity with your father's technique, as his body thrashes in vain.
It makes it a little more painful.
You ignore Kaeya completely just like he did that night, as you inch closer to Diluc’s frame. Your visage is so peaceful compared to everything else, to this hell of a situation, to your clearly overexerted body. Your eyes flat, devoid of that very same fire your father encouraged to feed.
You've gone somewhere he can't reach, and it kills him though he feels dead already.
"What did he do to you…?" He's mumbling absentmindedly, not even sure who he's referring to. And you laugh in response, as if he just told you the best joke ever. As if you were drunk and couldn't do anything but laugh and laugh and laugh at your own madness.
"Him? Oh, no no no no, Diluc. Don't even try." Your hand glides through your hair, now dyed, he notices. The typical Ragnvindr red choked to death just like your soul. "The Harbingers have shown me much more kindness than you could ever."
Then you're gripping his jaw and his eyes widen at the strength behind your grip, his movements frozen as the blade of your dagger presses under his chin. "They taught me the pursuit of revenge at its finest level."
Diluc doesn't speak a word. He can't. He's not able to. He side-eyes Kaeya, not even sure of what he's looking for in his brother's crumbling face, in his slumped figure. In the resignation pooling in his eye. Resignation for what he helped create with his noncurance. For what is lost.
Seeing the last fragment break destroys Diluc a little bit.
"Eyes on me, you pathetic piece of shit." You yank his face, pressing the blade harder enough to break his unfairly immaculate skin.
A rivulet of blood streams down the length of his neck and Diluc’s sure you’ll skin him alive right then and there. But he looks at you in the eyes, no matter how impossible it feels.
That’s what he owes you.
"You took away everything from me," His shoulders sag. "And I'd dare to say you have nothing left either." His back bends under the weight of your words. "Dad died," He swallows endless bitterness. "Kaeya is nothing more than a sad, lonely survivor paying for only part of his mistakes…" He holds his breath.
"But you still have a home, in this miserable, wretched city of yours, don't you?"
Diluc thinks he just died.
"We gotta fix that, right?" His head falls forward like a withered flower as soon as your hand leaves his face, the bruise of your hold marking his skin. He feels another gust of wind and he knows what you’re about to do.
"What kind of show would it be if we didn't play the final act properly?" Your voice echoes from above, so ephemeral it sounds from an ancient past, or a forgotten dream.
But it’s just a nightmare.
"Enjoy."
And you let the match fall.
Y'all had fun being arsonists when the game was released, huh? And now look what happened
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𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖘
Chapter three of my new series 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕺𝖋 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘
Summary: After a multitude of wrong doings at your catholic church, you and four other nuns are sent on a mysterious transfer to a ministry nobody dares speak of. On behalf of the Count Copia, you are welcomed after a suspenseful journey.
Chapter summary: when you’re assigned to work in the green house, you decide to meet some new ghouls while delivering items with ivy. You learn of how you take vows….and a suggestion is made
warnings: sex talk at the end
a/n: shorter chapter, next chapter will be smut, chapter after that will circle back to chapter two.
It had been five weeks since the arrival of the new sisters of sin. They all had been used to the new life style and the new sceduale.
They would wake up at sunrise to eat breakfast, then pick up any mail from the main office or find out what they would do that day, work or have free time until lunch and have the rest of the day to themeselves. Everything was open all day, and you were welcomed to do chores another time in the day but the morning is preferred. Rituals would be held at sundown, mass was at noon and midnight. On Monday and Fridays they would have mass in the morning too. Midnight mass is required every night for every sibling, ghoul, father and such. Chores would only be on Tuesdays and Thursdays since they have shift changes unless you chose to clock in. The papal offices were always open to everyone, and confessions were from 6am to 7am, 9pm to 10pm.
Newer siblings of sins were started on easier chores until they would be “promoted” to a higher level.
You had been tasked with helping in the greenhouse, the count had suggested it after the report of your…spook…in the hallway. He figured a change of scenery would be best.
All of the ghouls had jobs too, and you found the earth ghouls to simply be more approachable.
It was still very difficult to tell them apart, but their different uniforms helped. Some had full black cloaks, some gargoyle masks, and the recent generation Devil masks with black suits.
The gardens and greenhouses of the ministry were lushly green and most definitely swept away the accusations of the ministry being dark and scary. It still was at times but during the sunny day where the trees created chilled shadows across the tall bushes and floral plants was serene.
This was your second week working in the greenhouse, the head of the gardens being papa emeritus the first. All of the earth ghouls were stationed there too, they were all calm and not bouncing around like some of the other elements.
You hadn’t talked to anyone yet, too scared to say anything. You feared you would mess up and be seen as rude to the papa. Even tho his kindness shined to the other siblings working.
You desperately wanted to be excepted, so you worked on your off days.
“Sorella…can you please harvest some of the Queen Ann?” The first born papa had asked, taking his cane and pushing a little sprouted weed out of the crevice of the humid room.
“Yes, of course your eminence.” You say, bowing in respect despite him telling you there was no need.
You quickly found the plant and noticed it was one of the poisonous ones. You weren’t sure what they needed poison for, but it was none of your business.
You took hold of the stem, grabbing the garden scissors and snipping the plant midway up the stem.
A hand tapped your shoulder and you looked behind, greeted by one of the newer earth ghouls.
“Pardon, I don’t mean to interrupt but I think you need help picking that.” He says, motioning to put the scissors down.
This was one of the very quiet earth ghouls, and his voice was deep and lush just like the grass on a hill. He smelled like lavender and chamomile, you found it relaxing to work beside him.
You nod, “oh…uh…yes…I’ve never harvested this one before.”
“That’s alright, first time for everything right?” He chuckled softly as he steps beside you. “Firstly I don’t think he meant to assign you here, you’ll have to excuse primo, he is elderly and forgets sometimes.” He says as the very tall ghoul grabs the part of the stem that meets with the flowers, he twists it off and placed it into a bowl, “only ghouls work with poisons plants, they can’t make us sick.” He speaks softly
You make a little “oh” sound as you watch, mesmerized by the way he gently does it to each budding. You forget that the ghouls are big bad and scary from this one’s softness.
“Would you like me to clean your shoes.” You panic as memories from that hallway moment flood your mind as you study his horns and nails. You speak wobbly, maybe a fear of ghouls was growing inside.
“Hm? My shoes? They are a bit muddy…but you don’t have to-“ he says before looking at you, he senses the fear, “what’s wrong? Is everything alright?”
“Uh…yes I just…uhm…I’m ok..” you say nervously as you continue looking at his muddy shoes.
The earth ghoul looks at you confused, but the door is swiftly opened up by a water ghoul, “mountain! I need your help, there’s a bird stuck in the bird bath.” They say urgently and out of breath.
The ghouls demeanor is quickly changed to panic as he runs out the doors like someone had died.
You stand there a little frozen as you take a deep breath, it was honestly silly to be scared of such a gentle giant. Perhaps you could tell yourself it’s the height difference.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to ghouls being everywhere.” Another voice says from across the room. You never even noticed them as they stood still, wrapping a chicken wire around a tomato plant that had to drum sticks stuck in the pot keeping it up and sturdy.
“Oh…uhm…I’m sorry..” you say guilt filled as you play with your hands.
This new earth ghoul had black hair and a black tail. “You’re completely ok! I totally get it….when I was first summoned I think I peed myself when I saw the first fire ghoul.” He says with a bashful smile.
You feel a little better now that a joke was made, “yes I…have seen how it can be.”
“The newcomers always fear us at first, but after you get all of the gossip and rumors about us you won’t be scared.” He says as he sets down the pot to the floor.
“Well…perhaps that can be soon…” you softly smile.
“Usually after you make your vows, you can really start to know us, as you start to work closer.” They say, wiping smudged dirt off their mask.
“Yeah…I mean it’s already a little difficult because your all named the same…but it sounds like you all have little names for each other.” You say
“Oh yes! How rude, I didn’t introduce myself.” The earth ghoul said, “we all give each other names, I’m Ivy, that was mountain and that water ghoul was rain. It’s just that imperator that makes you call us nameless ghouls, if you’re out of her sight then you can call us anything.” He says, looking out the window at the water and earth ghoul helping the little bird in the water.
“That actually makes allot of sense, perhaps I’ll have to ask others their names, though I’m a bit scared to approach any other ghouls. You seem to be the calmest of the bunch.”
“I can introduce you, I need to catch up on deliveries since we’re behind. They just summoned a new multi ghoulette for the next era, so everyone’s been a little absent.” He smiles as he starts filling a rolling cart with baskets of fruits and herbs and little notes.
You smile and nod, earth ghouls were just so easy to talk too, “I’d really love that.” You say as you help pack up the large cart.
Ivy strolled along the cart out of the gardens and into the ministry, the first stop was the kitchens.
“Hey fellas! I have your delivery for this week,” he says, greeting the siblings of sin in there who immediately brightened up at his appearance. “Oh Ivy! You’re looking just too dashing today.” One says, clasping her hands as she kisses his cheek. The earth ghoul awkwardly smiles, “well uh same for you Ms.”
Next was the infirmary, a few people were in there having lunch, one or two were sitting on a bed getting a bandage changed. They gave the workers their herbs and plant medicine.
They moved on to the ghoul wing and you started getting fidgety and nervous, but the sun beaming through the big windows made it far far less terrifying than at night.
Ivy opened the door to the ghoul den,this was your first time being in here. It was a very large room with plenty of couches and seating, a dinning table and kitchen as well as a library and some other things.
Ivy started putting away some of the groceries as you stood awkwardly against a counter. There were a few ghouls in the lounge area and you were curious to look as they were maskless.
Ivy looked to you, and noted your curiosity, “that one sleeping with the black swishy hair is iffirt, goldy locks over there is sodo, and the one on the arm chair is aether.” He pointed out the ghouls quietly.
He put a hand on your back and ushered you over with him, “hey guys, this is my new friend, they’ve been working overtime since y’all are lacking.” He joked softly.
You froze, being the center of attention.
Sodo closed his book, “your friends with a virgin?” He asks genuinely as he sniffs the air, pointy ears twitching.
Sodo had long golden hair and redish grey skin. His horns were long and twisty, made of red jasper and his mustache wiggled with his lips as he spoke with an accent, “what’s your sin?”
You don’t exactly know what he means until Ivy says, “they haven’t gotten to the ceremony yet.”
“Ceremony?” You ask Ivy, “yeah….they haven’t told you? When you take your vows you choose a sin to live by. Like lust, envy or wrath.”
“Oh…” you say, “I didn’t know.”
Ifrit rubbed his eye as he woke up, “I’m surprised your still pure, your other little friends you came with lost it already.”
Aether smiled as he saw you, “don’t get cocky just because they were more sinful.” He laughed, “her time is soon either way,”
“What…does that mean??” You ask with a shy swallow.
“Hmm? Well the main part of making your vows is loosing your virginity, you can’t make them if your a virgin, did they not tell you that either?” He says surprised you hadn’t known.
“No.” You answer, “I did not…know.”
“Yeah if you don’t loose it before the vows you usually get to choose someone to take it and if you can’t than the count will take care of it himself and show you a good time back in his chambers.” Sodo said, deviously detailing it to push your buttons, “or…you can go to him and secretly do it…and nobody will ever know..” he smirks, this was a classic ghoulish trick.
It was common sense to most of everyone, except new people, that all rites and rituals are proof watched to be sure it actually happened. Even the most private of affairs of virginity loss in bedrooms must have a whole party witness…
Ifrit covered a smile with his arm, even Aether smirked a little, “yeah…if you don’t want the entire ministry knowing what your pussy tastes like then I recommend holding a private ritual with the count before vows….just to be sure your comfortable.” Ifrit says, voice muffled under his skin.
Aether sighs, “I’m going to check in on something.” He makes an excuse to leave the room.
As he walks out the door you look into the ground as you realize that I would infact be best to hold this private event away from public eyes.
They wouldn’t invite that shadow ghoul to bare witness…right?
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“I like the way you speak”
Jade x Reader/Yuu, entirely gender neutral and vauge, only things mentioned are that Yuu has hands and can hold a teacup <3 I made this entirely to self serve myself but i hope y’all can find solace in soft gentle Jade bc it’s not talked about enough and i love the man :( enjoy!
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“I wish I didn’t talk so much,” You admit casually during a conversation with the Vice Dormleader of Octavinelle. “Like damn, I’m surprised more people don’t tell me to shut the fuck up sometimes.”
It was an insecurity of yours. Your tendency to info dump and overshare made you rude misplaced in conversations. Dominating the room with your voice and over excitement in such a way you know can be annoying to others.
The clinking of a tea set was the only reaction you had gotten for jade, the lip of the spout so elegantly kissing the rim of the cup placed in front of you. You weren’t quite sure what it was. Jade said it was from some obscure plant he foraged from the mountains that you didn’t remember the name of. Though rather than poison the only thing you were worried about was how it would taste on your tongue.
“I don’t believe you need to ‘shut up’ as you phrased it,” Jade had a polite smile gracing his face, one slightly softer than his usual. He got like that whenever he came upon on opportunity to share his interests. You refrained from mentioning it though, afraid he would start to mask the gentle genuine bit of himself you got to view. “When you speak, you have the habit of enticing people into your interests. It’s quite the gift, if I must say. How I wish to allow Floyd and Azul to see the wonders of foraging fufu..”
“I think it’s cool…” You mutter, slightly embarrassed. A gift was hardly the way you would phrase your habit. You think about the soft hints of genuine love and curiosity Jade has for his mushrooms and plants. The way his eyes light up with joy when he gets to speak about them, not unlike the glint he has when scheming. You think Jade is perfect the way he is, and it’s a shame Floyd and Azul can’t appreciate the things he loves more.
Jade chuckles, hand on his chest, teapot now placed down gently onto the table, “My, I would hope so. Considering you seem all too eager to jump at the opportunity to try it.”
You can’t help but flush, diverting your eyes away, and lifting the cup of tea closer to your lips, avoiding a response. A wiff of the aroma makes your eyes widen at the surprisingly fruity scent of the drink. “Is this pineapple?”
Jade smirks, “How Observant.”
“Do they grow pineapples around here…?” You take a small sip, letting the tea warm and brighten the insides of your body. It tastes like pineapples, yet less acidic and more floral.
“It’s from a plant called pineapple weed or wild chamomile. As you can see, it gets it’s name from it’s scent but is closer related to the chamomile family than the pineapple.” Jade’s fingers gentle wrap around the handle of his own teacup, raising it to his lips and taking a small sip. He almost seems to glow in the moment, radiating satisfaction from a forage well worth the journey.
You think to yourself, *that* is the reason you keep coming back to try. Though everything he experiments with always ends up tasting lovely, it’s the way Jade glows that always has you coming back.
You take another sip of the tea to calm the steadily rising beat of your heart.
“I think the way you speak is fine the way it is,” Your voice murmurs into the cup, barely loud enough to be heard but by the way Jade’s body tenses in curiosity he definitely heard you. And before you can stop yourself, you continue, “It’s—the way I speak really isn’t anything special… but the way you talk when you’re talking about foraging or stuff you know is really cool. You don’t stumble over your words at all—and you always know just how to deliver the information clearly and confidently while still looking so…” Radiant “Passionate about it all. I think it’s really cool.”
You glance up at Jade to gauge his reaction, his eyes still frozen wide in surprise and if you look close enough perhaps there was the softest brush of pink on his cheeks. His eyes lock onto yours and for a moment you think you see hesitation in them—like he wants to look away.
But you pull away first, head hung down in embarrassment, “Sorry—I said too much again.”
“Ah,” As if coming to from a vivid daydream, Jade’s eyes blink back into the present. “No—it’s—quite alright. You merely caught me off guard. I appreciate your honesty.”
“‘m sorry…” You mutter again. Your arms fold on the table in front of you, impolite, but it makes you feel safer in your little personal bubble.
Yet Jade has the audacity reach over, brushing a gloved hand over your non-dominant one with a charming, gentle smile. And your heart stills. “You needn’t apologize. I’m sincerely rather flattered, forgive me for loosing composure in the moment.”
Your mouth gapes, like a floundering fish out of water. You don’t know what you look like right now, staring at Jade in a mix of uncertainty and embarrassment. They feel bigger than the colossal squid itself. Your throat feels painfully dry, despite just hydrating yourself, and your body locks into place, entirely vulnerable. You’re at a loss for words.
A smirk graces Jade’s face, the all-knowing bastard he is, and he says with that rare gentle tone of his, “You do not bother me when you speak like that. Frankly… hm… you’re rather radiant, if I may be so bold to say. You captivate me when you speak so genuinely and wholeheartedly. I admit it sometimes tempts me to abandon my duties far more often than I should…”
A heartbeat passes by and you can feel your face flush with overwhelming joy, pricking the backs of your eyes. Jade’s hand wraps around yours in a proper hold, his gentle smile never wavering.
“There is another dish I would like to try making that I foraged for the other day when I got the pineapple weeds. Perhaps if you are free, tomorrow I could share a plate with you?”
You smile at him, warmth settling in your heart, “I’d love that.”
“Then it’s a date.”
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fun fact, pineapple weeds r an actual thing used to make tea! ive never tried myself, but in the spirit of jade (and bc foraging is fucking cool) i would very much like to someday <3
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